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“Her problem was that she wanted huge results but didn’t want to put in the work.  I gave her a title of assistant, paid her a few bucks and made it easy… let her socialize, took her to parties, on trips; wrote her off as a deduction.  She made it worth it, from that day in Pennsylvania to… well, for years.  What can I say?”  He had the identical gesture.

Sam looked at his notes.  “It says here that she did some investigative work for you.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that she was totally invaluable.  Teri loved to snoop and would spend hours in front of the computer trying to find dirt on someone.  She thrived on it.”  I realized that Robbie knew her quite well and he expanded.  “She would find something on someone and it would thrill her.  She couldn’t wait to tell it.  I think it somehow made her feel like an equal.  Actually, that kind of worried me at times.  We all have a grain of dirt somewhere.”

“You were concerned that she would expose you?  For what?”

“Come on Detective I was married for much of that time.”

“Yeah, of course.”  Sam yawned.  “I need some coffee.  Can I get you something?”

“How long do you plan on having me here?”  Sam gave an innocent almost apologetic look and used Robbie’s arms and hands up gesture.  Robbie understood that the time was not definitive.  “If it’s going to be over an hour maybe an order of sushi and water with a lemon… twist.”

“I’ll bring you some coffee.  Black alright?”

Robbie nodded and cleared his throat as Sam left.  He rose and walked around as if looking for something.  Obviously he realized that the mirror is there for this purpose and this time didn’t do much more than glance at it.

I hadn’t taken any notes or thought of any questions, comments, or anything that I believed would help in the process and when two detectives entered and sat behind us I put something down anyway.  Ash him if he’s sure of his sexuality. Whitey looked at it and immediately whispered, “Sam already has that down.”

Sam was back with coffee for two.  “I could use an entire pot.”  He handed one to Robbie.  “Again Mr. Baron, we appreciate you coming down to help us and anything you can tell us about her may do just that.”

Robbie seemed to accept that yet now appeared fidgety.  “This is being filmed right?”  He pointed to corner camera pointing down and to the mirror.  “And, who’s behind the mirror?”

Not at all fazed, Sam yawned again.  “Of course it’s being documented.  This is a murder investigation and something you say now may help us later.  It’s so easy to miss the tree in the forest.  And, a couple of detectives are…”  He pointed to the mirror.