Chapter 7
The mood at the theater on Tuesday was understandably mournful. Neil, his life and his death, was the main topic of conversation—when people talked at all, which was rarely as they went about their jobs. Ken had postponed tryouts for the next show until the following morning. He had also put a sign up outside the theater announcing that Tuesday night’s performance of the current show would be dedicated to Neil, who had ‘died unexpectedly’ the previous weekend. Jim was just as happy Ken had left it at that, instead of saying he’d been murdered. We don’t need a rash of ghouls, and reporters, here tonight.
Some things went on a normal. “After all,” as Ken pointed out when he, Jim, and Paul, the scene designer, met late that morning, “we are a business and as corny as it is, the sh
