Celebrity in Death

answered, and our lives returned to normal. I understand Lieutenant Dallas is doing her job, but to focus on us? Absurd. After all, we were all gathered together in one place at the time K.T. was killed. You were there yourself. I have to believe someone else followed K.T. up to the roof, and tragedy followed that. If—off the record.”
    Nadine eased back, nodded to her camera. But said nothing as she knew the wire she wore would keep things very much on the record.
    “I’m not going to cast suspicion or aspersions on my friends and colleagues on-screen.”
    “I understand.”
    “It’s bad for business,” he said flatly. “I’m sticking to it being an outsider—on the record. But I’m worried, I’m very worried something happened that night between K.T. and … one of us.”
    “You suspect someone.” Nadine widened her eyes. “Joel!”
    “I’m not going to discuss that, even off the record. It’s probably just the nerves of dealing with all this. The fact is, if she hadn’t gone up to indulge in the filthy habit of smoking, she might still be alive.”
    “They do say even the herbals are bad for our health.”
    “Worse yet when it’s one after the other mixed in with sense-dulling illegals like zoner.” He waved a hand in front of his face. “The combination reeks. I’m sorry. I’m upset—tired. I don’t want to speak ill of the dead and you don’t want that either. It’s bad for business as well.”
    “Joel, I was there, too.” To enhance that connection, she leaned forward to lay a hand over his. Solidarity.
    “I’m part of this. If you have reason to believe … If you think you know who killed her, tell me. I won’t go public.”
    “I don’t feel right about it. Give me a day or two.” He turned his hand over, gave hers a pat and squeeze. “I need to think it through. I’m probably making too much of things. Now, Nadine, I really need you to wrap this up. It’s been a very long day.”
    “Of course.” She settled back, signaled the camera again. She lobbed a couple of easy ones, to reset the tone, put him at ease.
    And decided straight interview or undercover, it was going to play very well.
    “Again, thank you so much for doing this. I know it’s a terrible time for everyone.”
    “Life—and work—go on. I’ll walk you out.”
    “You don’t need to bother.”
    “I’m heading out myself. As I said, long day.”
    When he opened the door, Julian stopped pacing outside, hurried to him.
    “Joel. Sorry, Nadine, I need to talk to Joel.”
    “No problem. Julian.” Struck, she lifted a hand to his cheek. “You look so tired.”
    “Everything feels off. I can’t work like this. I can’t handle all this. Joel—”
    “Come on into my office. We’ll sit down, talk this out. Good night, Nadine.” As he turned, he sent her a long, sorrowful look over his shoulder.
    “What the hell was that?” she muttered when Joel closed the office door. “What the hell?”
    Inside, Julian began to pace again.
    “Sit down, for Christ’s sake, Julian. You’re wearing me out.”
    “I can’t sit. I can’t work. I can’t
think
or sleep. I’m one tangled nerve, Joel. Did you see Dallas, hear what she said? She’s going to make an arrest. What am I going to do? I should go talk to her, go talk to her and explain—”
    “You’ll do no such thing. Pull yourself together! I told you I’d take care of things, didn’t I? It was an accident, and there’s no reason for you to pay any price for an accident. Will it bring her back?”
    “No, but—”
    “Do you want to risk going to prison, Julian?”
    “No, God, no, but—”
    “And ending your career, giving up everything you have, can have? For what?”
    “I don’t
know
!”
Julian pushed at his hair, clamped his hands on his temples as he paced and prowled. “It’s all so confusing. It keeps playing back in my head, but it doesn’t make sense.”
    “You were drunk, Julian. You can’t be expected to remember clearly. Drunk, then in shock. My boy,” Steinburger said with such sympathy that Julian stopped, let out a long breath. “Listen now. It’s not your fault. You said you’d do as I said. You said you’d trust me.”
    “I do. I do trust you. I don’t know what I’d do without your help, your support.”
    “Then do what I tell you. Go back to your hotel. Pour yourself a glass or two of that very nice wine we had a bit of last night.”
    “You said not to drink anymore.”
    “That was last night.”