Celebrity in Death

enough. Since we’re here, why don’t we just get that correction for the record.”
    “Thirty years ago,” Violet began. “Really, is it necessary?”
    “Just to keep the record clean. Peabody, why don’t you go make that copy while I take care of this.”
    Once done, they left Violet brooding over her Bloody Mary.
    “Peabody.”
    “I know, get the log data to the water cops, coordinate with them about pinning the dump location, sending divers down.”
    “Make it their priority,” Eve added. “We got the first sliver, sliver and more with her recanting his alibi for the night of Caulfield’s death.”
    “He planned all that in advance. Set it up, lavishing the attention, the consultant—who, yeah, I’ll track down—the clothes, and dangling abig part in front of a young, hungry actress.”
    “Who was probably half in love with him,” Eve added. “Reo’s going to like it. And locating the dumped electronics would be a really nice boost. We’ll get the search warrant.”
    “It was just luck she had that digi-log deal.”
    “Steinburger’s had luck his way long enough. Without the log deal, there’d have been something else. Fuel consumption, something. I want a couple of cops to canvass the marina, see if anybody saw Steinburger—saw anything. And I want EDD to check out the gate security. She needed to swipe as well as code to get us in there. Let’s see how he pulled that off.”
    “On it. Here comes Nadine.”
    “I see her.”
    “This better be good.” Nadine clipped up to them. “It better be mega. I’m up to my ass in work putting this special together. I barely got three hours of sleep last night, and I ate two sticky buns for breakfast because they were there. Now I’m all the way the hell out here when I should be putting together my questions for that fucker McQueen.”
    “It sounds like you could use a nice walk in the park. Peabody, take care of those items, will you? You can catch up to us.”
    “I don’t have time for a goddamn walk in the park,” Nadine began, but Eve just strolled away.
    “Oh. If I didn’t know she could kick my ass, I’d seriously try kicking hers.”
    “Trust me,” Peabody told her. “It’s going to be worth the walk.”

 
    IF YOU HAD TO BE OUT IN NATURE, EVE FIGURED a city park did the job in a civilized manner. The wildlife ran to squirrels, pigeons, muggers, and the inevitable end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it prognosticator who invariably looked rattier than the squirrels.
    She liked the flowers well enough. Someone actually planted them rather than them just sneaking up out of the ground when nobody was looking. And in addition to the weird chirp of a bird or buzz of some bloodsucking insect, came the comforting grumble of traffic.
    “I’m not tromping all over Battery Park in these heels.”
    Eve glanced down at the towering pumps in glossy tones of rust picked out in gold. “Why do you wear them if you can’t walk in them?”
    “I can walk in them just fine, thanks. But I’ll be damned if I’ll hike in them.” Nadine plopped down on a bench, crossed the legs that ended in the no-hiking shoes, folded her arms. “What’s this about and why the hell couldn’t we deal with it on the ’link? My schedule’s blown to bits now.”
    “You’re going to want to add something to the bits.”
    Nadine simply gave her the steely eye. “Do you have any idea what goes into setting up a multipart special like this? The scheduling, the travel, the writing, the conceptualizing, wardrobe? Added to it, I’m
doing
the interviews, writing the questions, the setups, the narration. And I’m the christing executive producer. So—”
    “Speaking of producers,” Eve said mildly as she dropped down on the bench, “I need you to get Steinburger to agree to an interview. You can dig into his thoughts of Harris’s murder, how it feels to be a suspect, how he and the others are handling her death while they continue to produce the vid. Like that.”
    “Now you’re telling me how to do my job?” Temper spiked up over stress. “I swear to
God,
I may just try to kick your ass after all.”
    “In those shoes?” Eve snorted. “Your ankles would snap like twigs.”
    “Listen, Dallas, the media’s jammed with this already, and Steinburger, like the rest, is toeing the company line. Shock, upset, sorrow, and the show must go on. I’ve already talked to all of them, on record. If you’ve got something new, an angle I can work with, fine.