tweaked one screen so the figure pushed through some single leg stretches.
Rather than bang on the glass again, Eve pushed in, said, “Hey!”
“Let’s add five full roll-ups,” the woman said, and the figure on the screen moaned and began them.
Eve tapped the woman on the shoulder. She squealed and jumped as if she’d been scalded, spun around to goggle, then to laugh. And finally removed earplugs.
“Sorry, so sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. The first shift wants the music up to scream, so I use these. What can I do for you?”
“Lill Byers?”
“That’s right. I’m the manager.”
Eve pulled out her badge. “Lieutenant Dallas, Detective Peabody. Is there somewhere we can talk?”
The healthy color in Lill’s face dropped to gray. “My kid. Is my kid okay? Is Evan okay?”
“It’s nothing to do with your son. It’s one of your employees.”
“Oh Jesus.” She ran a hand over her bright cap of hair. “Sorry. My kid’s with his father for a few days—a pre-Christmas deal as the asshole’s going to Belize with his current slut over the actual holiday, so too bad for his son. Anyway.” She let out a long breath. “Something’s up with one of my gang?”
“Is there somewhere quieter we can talk?” Eve asked.
“Sure. Relaxation room, this way.” She led the way out of the office, across the workout area, passed a mini self-serve juice bar, up the curl of steps to the second level and into a room with soft gray walls, two long benches and a half dozen padded sleep chairs.
The door closed, brought silence.
“We offer clients a meditative space to balance things. Yin and yang. Somebody’s in trouble?”
“Trey Ziegler.”
“Crap.” Lill dropped onto a bench, gestured for Eve and Peabody to have a seat. “He swore he’d behave in AC. Do I have to post bond?”
“He never got to AC. I regret to inform you Trey Ziegler’s dead.”
“Dead?” She didn’t go gray again, but stiffened, toe to crown. “What do you mean dead? Like dead?”
“Exactly like dead.”
“Oh my God.” She shoved up, holding her hands on either side of her head as she walked up and down the room. “Oh my God. Was there an accident?”
“He was killed yesterday evening. When did you last see or speak with him?”
“Yesterday. About two—no, closer to one. I let him go early so he could finish getting his shit together and get to AC in time for the mixer, get familiar with the facilities. I sent Gwen, too. Is Gwen okay?”
“Gwen?”
“Gwen Rollins, one of our instructors.”
“Were they traveling together?”
“No, no.” She paused, nearly did an eye roll before she caught herself. “No.”
“Didn’t get along?”
“Didn’t not get along. Jesus, what happened to Trey?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out. Did anyone have a problem with him?”
“Not a murder problem. Give me a sec, okay?”
She sat there, pressed her fingers to her eyes, took long slow breaths. “He’s somebody I worked with, saw every workday, and sometimes off days if he came in. You get to be part of each other’s lives, you know, in a way. We weren’t tight outside the work, but he was part of my life. Now he’s dead.”
She lowered her hands, met Eve’s gaze directly. “He’s—was—a good trainer. He tapped into the client really well, knew how to motivate. Better at the one-on-one than group—he couldn’t spread his attention out to a group very well, so I didn’t use him as a Group-X instructor unless I was squeezed. Damn good massage therapist. I used him a few times myself for that.”
She pushed her hands through her hair again, huffed out a breath. “And he was kind of an asshole.”
“Which kind?”
“With women. He was a user. Didn’t see any problem juggling them. Liked the attention, and he bragged about his sex life. I had to tell him to chill there more than once.”
“Did he hit on clients?”
“Sure, and vice versa. But he was careful there, I mean careful not to screw it up. Lose a client, lose money, and he liked money as much as sex. So he’d keep it light with the clients if it went in that direction. He’d been living with somebody for a few weeks, but that broke off. Sima Murtagh—but she wouldn’t hurt anybody. Best thing that happened for her when he cut her loose. He’d been playing around on her the whole time.”
“Did she know?”
“I don’t think so.” Lill sighed. “She’s a sweet kid. She