“But on Thursday nights, about seven.”
“Tuesdays and Thursdays. She really loves yoga. I went with her a few times before I started with The Glory Hour.”
“Tuesday.” The night Mars was killed. “Did she leave at seven this past Tuesday?”
“Ah.” Terren closed her eyes, sighed. “I remember. Yeah, sure, just after seven. I remember because I had a seven-thirty meeting and I checked the time when she came over to say she’d see me at Rush. It’s a club, we were going out after I got off work, after her class. Haley was meeting us. We had a lot of fun.”
“Just after seven,” Eve said thoughtfully. “Just a second.” She rose, moved to Trueheart. “Check the vic’s log-out time—I want exact—on Tuesday night.”
Eve saw Peabody come in, signaled her to wait. “The swipe cards—the studio security has you log in and log out.”
“Yeah,” Terren brushed at tears, sniffed. “There was some trouble a few years ago, with some fans getting in. You have to get cleared from the lobby now, or do the swipe.”
“Where did she keep hers?”
“Ah, in her purse.”
“Always?”
“Well, everybody sort of leaves them on their desk if they have one, or sticks them in their pocket. Or a purse.”
“Did she leave hers on her desk?”
“I guess, yeah.”
“They all look the same. How do you know whose is whose?”
“You can write your name on them, or initials. Some people draw something. I’ve got a dragonfly I drew on mine.”
“I bet you don’t really look when you just grab it up to go.”
Terren shrugged. “It’s right on the desk, or in my pocket.”
“Right. It’s got your data inside, programmed in.”
“Sure. Your name, your area, your ID number.”
“Do you ever grab someone else’s by mistake?”
“I haven’t, but Wally and Misha got theirs mixed once. I remember because it was just a couple weeks ago.”
Trueheart came back, whispered in Eve’s ear.
She just nodded.
“Terren, would you like us to contact Haley, make sure she’s home, or comes home? We’re going to arrange for you to be taken home.”
Fresh tears spurted. “I want Haley.”
“Detective Trueheart’s going to take care of all that.”
“Her mom?”
“We’ll go see her mom. Thanks for your help. And I am sorry for your loss.”
Eve crossed quickly to Peabody. “Take statements from the two male wits, and make it fast. We’ve got him.”
“Who? How?”