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standing up. “Do you mind if I use your computer?”
    She stood by the window. “Of course not. Go ahead.”
    I quickly crossed to her desk. I wasn’t sure I’d find what I wanted, but it was worth a try. They rented out space, after all. I googled “Juice Studios NYC,” then clicked on their web address, and—bingo—there it was: a diagram of Studio 7’s floor plan. In fact, their website showed a floor plan for every one of the seven studios they rented. I emailed Studio 7's plan to myself so I had a copy of it on my phone.
    From the detailed floor plan I saw that the studio was shaped like an L . A curtain could be pulled across the entire opening where the two rectangles met, creating a long area (the longer bit of the L ) where the photo shoot took place and hair and makeup were done, and a short curtained-off space at the bottom that was used as the dressing area.
    Both a “normal” door and a large delivery door (for taking equipment in and out of the studio) were at the top of the main studio area. I asked Cazzie if the doors had been left open during the shoot.
    â€œOnce the day got started, the delivery door remained shut—I’m sure of it—and the normal entry door was only used by the group…” As she spoke, Cazzie was looking over my shoulder at the floor plan. “Well, with the exception of our lunch delivery, which came from the cafeteria downstairs. But they only dropped our lunch off and left.”
    Then, moving her finger across the floor plan, she said, “In this corridor just outside the studio is a bathroom. That’s the one we used. So I don’t think anyone from our group left the seventh floor—at least not that I know of. And no Juice Studio assistants came up from downstairs. Peter sent Brandon down if he needed anything. Incidentally, Peter was the only person I said anything to about the diamond before the shoot.”
    â€œWhen did you tell him you’d be shooting with it?”
    â€œA few days earlier. But again, I trust Peter completely, and besides, it’s hardly the first time we’ve shot valuable jewelry together. Anyway, I don’t remember anyone else coming into the studio once we started shooting.”
    â€œJuice Studios must keep a log of people who go in and out of the building… Do you think I can see it? Just for that day?”
    Cazzie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. “The visitors’ log is kept at the studios’ reception desk—it’s the one everyone signs when they come in or leave. I’m sure I can get hold of it, but I’ll have to do it without raising suspicion. Leave it to me. I’ll send it to you as soon as I have it.
    â€œWhat scares me,” she continued after a moment, “is that I’ve known almost everyone on that list for a long time. I mean, Trish, Tom, Peter, and I have known each other since our teens, and I’ve known all three girls since they started modeling. And Brandon is someone I’ve started working with a lot, thanks to Peter. If you’d asked me on Friday morning if one of them could steal a diamond, I’d have laughed and bet my life that nothing like this could happen—even with the diamond in plain sight.
    â€œOf course, for all I know, someone else may have come in, someone I didn’t see. I was in the dressing area half of the time, getting the girls ready, so…” She shrugged before continuing. “But like I said, Peter and I made a point of reducing the amount of traffic through the studio.”
    â€œAnd when did you notice the Black Amelia was missing?”
    Her shoulders slumped as she answered. “Not until I was packing up to leave, when I checked the case it came in. Everyone else had already left. At first I thought it was one of Chandra’s practical jokes. I know it sounds odd,” she quickly added when she saw my eyes widen. “But if you