“Anyone who stands out for any reason? Anyone who bothered you or made you uncomfortable?”
“Mavis Freestone was there—talk about a standout. I actually stalked her into the ladies’ lounge and begged an autograph and a selfie for Gemma.”
“You a fan?” Eve asked Gemma.
“Anybody who isn’t is wheeze. She’s the ult.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty much the ult.”
Gemma eyed Eve, considering. “You’re into Mavis?”
“You could say that.”
“She was so sweet about it,” Toya added, “even later when I stalked her husband, who’s one of my favorite designers. They’re such a striking couple, and I loved meeting them. It was the high point of the night for me.”
“Every time I turned around Toya was off trying for another sighting.”
“I wasn’t that bad.” Batting her husband’s arm, Toya laughed. “And I stepped out a few times so Gemma and I could text our mutual excitement. That was when—” She broke off, frowned.
“When?” Eve prompted.
“Oh, nothing. Just a minor annoyance. Not worth mentioning.”
“I’d like you to mention it.”
“Well, it’s nothing, really, but it did bother me at the time. I was in this little nook, texting Gemma, and this man sort of blocked me in.”
“What?”
“It was nothing,” Toya repeated, rubbing Gray’s arm when he reacted. “Honestly. I said, ‘Excuse me,’ or something along those lines, and stepped forward. But he didn’t step back right away. He said he’d noticed I was alone, and said I should join him for a drink. I said I was there with my husband.”
“That was it?” Eve asked.
“That’s the gist of it.”
“So he backed off when you told him you were there with your husband.”
Now Toya shifted. “Not immediately.”
“Damn it, Toya, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you’d have confronted him, and it wasn’t really anything. I just didn’t like … He blocked me for just a few more seconds. It was deliberate, I guess, and I didn’t like the way he looked at me. But then he just smiled and walked away.”
“Did he touch you?” Eve asked.
“No. No, he did not. He invaded my space, absolutely, and it was a narrow opening to the little nook, so I couldn’t have gotten past him without touching him, and I didn’t want to. He didn’t say anything offensive. He thought I was alone, asked me to have a drink, I said no, I’m with my husband. He didn’t say anything else. But it was the body language and the look in his eyes that, I guess, insulted me, and intimidated.”
“Can you describe him?”
“Oh, I don’t really think so. It was nearly a year ago, only about half a minute at most, and it was a little dim there. Ah, he was white, I’m fairly certain, and probably in his thirties? But I’m not altogether sure.”
“You’re about six feet, right?”
“On the money.”
“Glam event like that, you’d be in heels.”
“Absolutely. I love a good shoe.”
“Was he tall, like your husband?”
“No. Shorter than me, by far. But a lot of men are shorter than me, especially when I hit six-four in heels.”
“Build?”
“Average?” Toya posed it like a question. “I’m sorry. That’s pathetic, but I didn’t pay attention. I just wanted him to move away.”
“Okay. If any more details come to you, I want you to contact me.”
“Why is this important?” Gray asked.
Eve turned her head, gave Gemma a cool stare. Gemma just shrugged.
“You can send me out, but I know where to go to listen. Plus, I’ll get it out of Toya. I have ways of making her talk. She’s my sister,” Gemma added, reminding Eve of Tish DeSilva. “We look out for each other.”
“We believe the man responsible for the attack on the Strazzas, and two previous attacks, attended that gala. We’ve been able to discern a certain pattern to this individual’s selection of targets. The two of you fit that pattern.”
“How?” Gray spoke more steadily than she’d expected. He slid an arm around his sister, took his wife’s hand, but spoke steadily. “We need to know.”
“Wealthy married couples who live alone in single-family residences. No children. Good security that is, nonetheless, compromised. In each case, the wife has been particularly attractive. Beautiful, striking. You fit on every point.