And I had on the most elegant dress of all. Mother went to work at Bergdorf after we lost everything. Even though that dress was reduced a lot, we still couldn’t afford it. But she insisted I have it. “Your father would have bought it for you,” she told me.
Regina realized she had not spoken to Meg or to Courtney. “Hello, you two,” she said. “Don’t think I’m crazy. Just gearing up for my interview.”
“Claire and Alison were nervous, too,” Meg said cheerfully. “Why wouldn’t you be? This program is going to be broadcast all over the world.”
Regina sank into the chair at Meg’s station.
“Thanks for reminding me of that,” she said as Meg clipped a plastic sheet around her neck.
This morning, for the picture in the den depicting the four of them after the body had been found and the police had arrived, Meg had applied very little makeup, and Courtney had left their hair a touch disheveled, as it had been the morning after Betsy’s death.
Now they were all wearing clothes of their own choice. “Dress as you feel comfortable,” Laurie had counseled them.
Regina had chosen a dark blue linen jacket, white shell, and slacks. Her only jewelry was the string of pearls her father had given her on her fifteenth birthday.
Now she watched as with deft strokes, Meg began to apply foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara, and lip rouge.
Courtney came over, and with a few quick movements of her brush, swept Regina’s hair into a half bang and pulled it behind her ears.
“You look great,” she said.
“You sure do,” Meg agreed.
As Meg was unclasping the sheet from Regina’s neck, Jerry opened the door of the van. “All set, Regina?” he asked.
“I guess so.”
As they walked back to the house Jerry said comfortingly, “I know you’re nervous, Regina. Don’t be. Can you believe that Helen Hayes got stage fright every night till the moment she stepped onstage?”
“It’s funny,” Regina told him. “You know that I have a real estate office. Just this morning I was thinking that the day I got the letter about this program I was so unnerved I did a lousy presentation of a house I should have sold. The owner was a seventy-six-year-old woman who wanted to move into an assisted-living facility. I sold the house for her two months later, and for thirty thousand dollars less than I should have gotten for it. When I get the money for doing this program, I’m going to return my commission to her.”
“Then you’re one in a million,” Jerry said dryly as he slid open the door from the patio to the kitchen.
Regina remembered that earlier in the morning, this patio entrance had been blocked off.
“No one on the patio now, and no sign of Jane,” Jerry commented. “I guess she must take some downtime after all.”
Where are the others? Regina asked herself as they walked down the hallway to the den. Are they afraid to be together?
We don’t trust each other, she thought. We each had a reason to kill Betsy, but mine is the strongest.
Laurie Moran and Alex Buckley were waiting for her in the den. Laurie’s assistant Grace stood to the side. A crew member was still adjusting lights. The cameraman was in his place.
Without being invited, Regina sat at the table opposite Alex. She began to clasp and unclasp her hands. Stop it, she warned herself. She heard Laurie’s greeting and returned it.
Alex Buckley was welcoming her, but she was sure his attitude was hostile. When would he produce her father’s suicide note? she asked herself.
“Take one,” the director was saying, and began to count. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.” There was the clap of the slate board, and Alex began.
“We are now speaking to the third of the four honorees at the Graduation Gala, Regina Callari.
“Regina, thank you for agreeing to be with us on this program. You grew up in this town, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And yet, as I understand it, you haven’t been back since shortly after the Gala and the death of Betsy Bonner Powell?”
Try to sound calm, Regina warned herself.
“As I’m sure the others have told you, all four of us were treated as murder suspects. Would you have hung around after that?”
“You moved to Florida shortly after. Your mother followed you there?”
“Yes, she did.”
“Wasn’t she very young when she died?”
“She was just turning fifty.”
“What was she like?”
“She was one of those women who did a lot of good, but hated the limelight.”
“What was her relationship with your father?”
“They were one soul.”
“What was his business?”
“He bought failing companies, turned them around, and then sold them for huge profits. He was very successful.”
“Let’s go back to that later. I want to talk about the night of the Gala, starting with when you were all in the den together.”
Laurie listened and observed as Regina told the same story as the other girls. They had filled their wineglasses again and again. They had discussed the evening, laughing at some of the dresses of the older women. Exactly as the other girls had, she described the finding of Betsy’s body.
“We were young. You must know that we all had our own issues with the Powells,” Regina was saying. “By then I know I was relaxed and enjoying being with the others. We refilled our wineglasses, going in and out for smokes. Even Claire was joking about her stepfather being so finicky about smoking. ‘Please,’ she said, ‘don’t light up until you are at the end of the patio. He’s got the nose of a bloodhound.’
“We were talking about our plans. Nina was going to Hollywood. She always played the lead in the plays in high school and college, and, of course, her mother was an actress. She even joked about the fact that her mother was still riding her because she called Claire and her mother over when they were in the same restaurant, and that’s how Betsy met Rob Powell.”
“How did Claire respond to that?” Alex asked quickly.
“She said, ‘You are lucky, Nina,’ ” Regina answered.
“What do you think she meant?” Alex asked quickly.
“I have my suspicions,” Regina answered honestly. “But I just don’t know.”
“Let’s go back a little,” Alex said. “I’ve seen pictures of your home. It was very beautiful.”
“Yes, it was,” Regina said. “And more than that, it was a warm and comfortable home.”
“But then, of course, everything changed when your father invested in Robert Powell’s hedge fund.”
Regina realized where he was going. Be careful, she warned herself, he’s building a motive for you to have killed Betsy.
“It must have been hard not to resent the fact that virtually all of your dad’s money was lost in that investment.”
“My mother was sad but not bitter. She told me my father had something of a go-for-the-gold mentality, and he put too many eggs in one basket several times. On the other hand, he had never been reckless.”
“But you still maintained a close friendship with Claire?”
“Yes, I did, until we all left Salem Ridge. I guess by unspoken agreement we didn’t want to stay in touch after Betsy’s death.”
“How did you feel coming to this mansion after your father’s death?”
“I was very seldom here. I don’t think Robert Powell liked having Claire’s friends around. We were more likely to get together at the rest of our homes.”
“Then why would he have the Gala for all of you?”
“My guess is it was Betsy’s idea. Some of her friends were having graduation parties for their daughters. She wanted to outshine them.”