The moment I entered, Dale waved at Molly. "I'll be going."
"Hang on," I said, "if you don't mind. I want to talk to you, too."
Dale hesitated but didn't run away, Molly frowning a bit, her embarrassment at my appearance during their make out session clearly forgotten. "What's going on?"
I turned to her, reminding myself not to trust anyone despite the innocence on her face. Expressions could lie, after all. "Were you on the sound stage around the time Ron died?"
Dale made a strangling sound as Molly flushed deep red, but not a blush, more out of anger. Not at me, though. She waved off Dale who hurried to her side while she clamped her lips together a moment, sinking to the end of the bed.
"I was there," she said. "I saw Ron go in and I wanted to talk to him about Lucy. About Janet's cheating." She met Dale's eyes, not mine, as if convincing him. "He hit on me. I... I didn't know what to do."