Chapter 5
MURDER!
The word roared in my mind while we hastily prepared to return behind the scenes. Betty agreed to take charge of the young Doughertys and get them safely home in a department car. Colt, Dougherty, and myself hurried on, under the front seats, and through a shadowy passageway that curved back to the dressing-rooms.
"Thatcher," panted Dougherty, "why in God's name do you say it is murder?"
"Josie got one of those death-threat notes— the others escaped but she was killed. Some of the violence that happened in this show in the last few days has been premeditated. Specifically, Dougherty, I was watching LaTour intently— just after the dog barked. Her expression was one of amazement; she was stunned with incredibility and terror— as if suddenly attacked by someone-or someth
