The night before Riggs died, there had been drinks at Britt’s house in the Canyons. Riggs couldn’t see how she could afford it, but he didn’t want to know the answer, so he didn’t ask questions. In his more vulnerable moments, however, when he was alone and sober, he suspected other men. Abandoning her third Manhattan, she stood, walked over to the mirror, and asked if he was coming to Gino’s. “Of course!” he cried. She frowned at her reflection, causing Riggs to chuckle: she was too beautiful to be so critical of her looks. “You’re sweet,” she said, “but you don’t have to do it for me.”⠀