File M for Murder by Miranda James

I was, thinking maybe you didn’t care after all, babydoll.” Connor crowed with laughter.
    “Don’t flatter yourself.” Laura had fire in her eyes, and if Lawton knew what was good for him, he’d back off. Laura was like me, with a fuse slow to ignite, but once it did, she would take no prisoners. “I’m looking out for the students, not you.”
    “I guess that puts me in my place.” Lawton’s tone was mocking. “Fine. Sorry, Johnston. Guess I got carried away, heat of the moment and all that. I promise I’ll chill out.” His voice hardened. “But
I’m
going to direct this play. No one else.”
    I watched Johnston for his reaction. His pugnacityseemed to have fled, replaced by exhaustion. Sarabeth still had her arm around him, and he appeared to need the support. Johnston waved a hand in Lawton’s direction. “Long as you don’t browbeat the students anymore, I guess we can go ahead.”
    “Right, then.” Laura moved forward to center stage. “Let’s all take ten, then we’ll start again from the top of scene two.” She clapped her hands, and everyone on stage began to move.
    Sarabeth led Johnston to the wings, and the students quickly disappeared.
    “So now you’re stage manager as well?” Lawton smiled sourly.
    “Take a smoke break,” Laura advised him. “Maybe some nicotine in your system will calm you down.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Lawton sketched a derisory bow, then turned and jumped down from the stage. He headed up the aisle toward the door.
    Laura turned to me, and I could see the strain in her expression. Diesel rubbed against her legs and chirped. With a quick smile she squatted and hugged the cat against her. Diesel kept chirping and meowing, and Laura told him, “You’re the best tonic in the world, big boy.”
    I moved closer and extended a hand. Laura grasped it and stood. “Thanks, Dad. I’m glad you and Diesel are here, but I’m sorry you had to witness that.”
    “I’m sorry you have to deal with that clown.” I frowned. “Johnston was right. He ought to see what he can do about cancelling Lawton’s contract. He’s surely not worth all this hullabaloo.”
    Laura sighed. “I know he’s difficult. Trust me, I’ve seen him in action several times. But usually after one good blowup he settles down.”
    “I hope you’re right.” I put my arm around her, and sherested her head on my shoulder a moment. Diesel rubbed against both our legs. He was so big he could actually touch all four at once.
    Movement in the wings stage right caught my attention. A man stood in the shadows. I couldn’t see his face, but he moved into the light for a moment. He appeared to be in his mid-forties, with a stocky build, a shock of salt-and-pepper hair, and stubbled cheeks. His rumpled clothing, similar to what the college custodial staff wore but less well kept, lent him a seedy air. He hesitated, then moved forward. He looked vaguely familiar.
    I released Laura, and she straightened as the stranger paused in front of us.
    “Excuse me.” His voice was deep. “Looking for Sarabeth Conley. They said she was here. You seen her?”
    “She was here until a few minutes ago,” I said. I gestured toward stage left. “She went out that way, but I’m not sure where she is now.”
    “Thanks.” The man nodded and disappeared moments later into the shadows of stage left.
    “Do you know him?” I asked.
    “I’ve noticed him a couple of times, hanging around the theater.” Laura frowned.
    “I’ve seen him around campus, I think,” I said. “Pretty recently, too.”
    “Oh, I know,” Laura said. “He was also at the party we went to. Someone may have introduced him, but I can’t recall his name.”
    “Now I remember. I don’t know who he is either.” My mind shifted back to the subject of discussion before the stranger appeared. “Now, about Lawton. Why are you going to bat for him? Surely your life would be simpler if Johnston did manage to get him fired.”
    “Probably.”