August 10, 2011

Curtain Call Part 2

Again, I do not own Castle or any related characters.

            Ryan and Esposito arrived at Elizabeth Nunez’s apartment a while later. A tall, thin girl with a mess of brown hair opened the door. Based off the fact she was wearing knee-high bomber boots and a jacket she was probably on her way out.
            “Can I help you?” she asked.
            Ryan and Esposito took out their badges and introduced themselves.
            “We were told Elizabeth Nunez lives here,” Esposito said. “Are you her roommate?”
            “Yeah, Rachel Golightly,” the girl introduced herself. “Is everything alright?”
            “Unfortunately not,” Ryan said. “I’m sorry to say that Elizabeth was murdered last night.”
            “Murdered?” Rachel repeated incredulously.
            “I’m afraid so,” Ryan said. “May we come in?”
            “Of course,” Rachel said, stepping out of the doorway. She led the detectives into a small living room, filled with books and movies. The walls were covered with posters for various bands and shows and the like. The apartment had the kind of messy clutter that was a sign of creativity most of the time.
            “Very…Bohemian,” Ryan said. It was obviously an artistic person’s apartment.
            Rachel gave a small smile. “‘Let he among us without sin be the first to condemn la vie Boheme.’”
            “From RENT, right?” Ryan asked. He had, due to a complicated series of events, seen the movie version of RENT and actually kind of liked it. Not that he’d let anybody know that. Rachel nodded.
            “Elizabeth was in a production of that show, wasn’t she?” Esposito asked.
            “We both are,” Rachel said. “I’m playing Mimi and Elizabeth is, that is to say she was, playing Maureen. We open in a month.”
            Ryan couldn’t help sizing Rachel up. Rachel looked to be 23 or so, but could pull off looking 19 for the part. Then he mentally kicked himself for actually having sized her up like that.
            “Were you two in the same plays a lot?” Esposito asked.
            “Not particularly,” Rachel said. “It sometimes worked out that way, but we didn’t plan it. I auditioned for RENT because Mimi is one of my dream roles to get to play.”
            “So you weren’t competing for the same roles often?” Ryan asked.
            Rachel gave a short laugh. “If I was going to kill over that it would’ve been months ago, during auditions, not right before opening night. That’s not the motive you’re looking for, detectives. No, we didn’t compete for roles a lot. I wanted to play Mimi, she wanted to play Maureen.”
            “How’d you come to be roommates with Elizabeth?” Ryan asked.
            “We shared a dorm at NYU. We became friends and found we could actually stand living with each other. We both eventually wanted to live off campus and found this place. We decided to go in together, save some money by splitting the rent.”
            “You two got along well, then?”
            “Yes. We were friends. The usual arguments between two people who live together came up, sure, but other than that we didn’t really fight.”
            “What was she like?” Ryan asked.
            “She was nice,” Rachel told him. “That’s refreshing in show business. You have to have a healthy ego to make it, and Elizabeth did, but she wasn’t narcissistic. She realized other people have talent too and helped them show it. She had a great sense of humor and a lot of energy. She could get a bit unpleasant when it was close to an audition or opening night, but that was normal, and she wasn’t a total…witch about it. Just stressed, and everybody realized that.”
            “You know,” Esposito said, “for a while I thought this might be one of those cases where the victim was a total diva, a real a-hole who gave everybody motive. Maybe it would’ve been better if it was.”
            “That wasn’t Elizabeth,” Rachel said immediately, seeming almost defensive on her friend’s behalf. “She wasn’t the ‘this jealous actress has a habit of making things sound way too tragic’ type.”
            “Had anything been troubling her lately?” Esposito asked. “Did she seem to be acting unusually, any strange behavior, something that stood out?”
            Rachel thought for a moment. “She broke up with her boyfriend, Drake, a few weeks ago. That put me in an awkward position. He’s also in the show, as my character’s…significant other? They love each other, but don’t really admit it and get the relationship thing down until the end. Anyways, I have to kiss him for the show. Quite a bit.”
            “Why did they break up?” Ryan asked. “Was she jealous about her roommate and her boyfriend kissing?”
            “She knew it was just acting,” Rachel said. “But I could tell it bothered her a bit. Drake has had quite the interesting past with women. I don’t think that’s why they broke up, though. One night she came home from having a night out with him and told me they were through. She seemed sad, but not like it ended badly. It was the same with Drake when I saw him at rehearsal the next day but neither of them told me much about it. My guess is they just decided that it wouldn’t work for some reason and agreed it was best if they saw other people. I know for a fact that Drake has no feelings for me, though, if you’re worried about that angle. Trust me, if he did I’d know, he’s not that subtle.”
            “And, um, do you…have any feelings for Drake?” Ryan asked, looking rather awkward and uncomfortable.
            Rachel laughed. “He’s hot, and a good kisser, but that’s all I’ve got to say for him in terms of my being attracted to him. I don’t really do the whole relationship thing and, at any rate, he’s not my type. He’s got a bit too much of an ego for my taste. And, most importantly, I wouldn’t get involved with my roommate’s boyfriend. I couldn’t do that to her, ever.”
            Ryan blinked. “I didn’t mean you’d actually do anything if you did have feelings for him,” he muttered.
            Rachel moved on. “Listen, feel free to stay as long as you like detectives, but I still have to go to rehearsal. Looks like I’ll have to break the news to everyone.”
            “About that,” Esposito said. “Elizabeth was killed in the theater. It’s a crime scene. And your director knows about Elizabeth, he found the body.”
            “What?”
            “Can you think of why she’d be in the theater late last night?” Ryan asked.
            Again, Rachel took a moment to think. “Rehearsal ended at around 6:30, as usual. I was going to go get some dinner with Jacob and Brian and then go home. Sorry, Jacob plays Mark and Brian plays Benny in the show. They’re friends of mine; we often grab a bite to eat after rehearsal. But Elizabeth didn’t want to come. She said she had other plans. So the three of us had dinner and I came back here. Elizabeth never came back home last night, but that wasn’t unheard of so I didn’t worry too much about it. Why she went back to the theater, I have no idea. I never knew what she did when she went off on her own; it wasn’t any of my business.”
            “Would you mind if we took a look around?” Esposito asked.
            “Of course,” Rachel said. “That’s Elizabeth’s bedroom on the left. Mine’s on the right, but everything else is kind of shared space.”
            “Thank you,” Ryan said.
            “Sure,” Rachel said, sounding distant. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down her phone number and gave it to Ryan. “If you need anything else,” she told him. “I have to go, meet people at the theater, find out about…about rehearsal.”
            “You actually want to work right now?” Esposito asked.
            “It’s my defense mechanism. I don’t want to think about Elizabeth being…murdered.” She had to force herself to say it. Rachel stood up and put her coat back on. “Feel free to stay as long as you like,” she told the two detectives again, then hurried out the door.
            “Did that seem just a bit odd to you?” Ryan asked.
            “Yeah,” Esposito said. “Yeah, it seemed kind of weird.”
            “She’s kind of hot,” Ryan said.
            “Don’t even go there,” Esposito warned him.

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