Celebrity in Death

low centerpiece of white lilies and short candles replaced the food and dishes, and a gray T-shirt and sweatpants replaced Matthew’s suit.
    “Connie gave me a change of clothes. They have a home gym and she keeps some workout gear for guests. McNab said it was okay if I changed. My clothes were wet. Marlo’s, too. Wet. She changed, too.”
    “No problem. I want to record this, and just to cover everything, I’m going to read you your rights.”
    “Been a while.”
    “Sorry?”
    “I got arrested for drunk and disorderly and underage drinking when I was seventeen. One of those ‘the parents are away so let’s party’ deals at a friend’s. Too loud, too stupid, and I mouthed off to the cop.A thousand-dollar fine, alcohol school, and three months’ community service. I got grounded for three months on top of it.
    “Sorry,” he added and scrubbed the heels of his hands over his face. “That doesn’t mean a damn, does it? I’ve never seen anyone dead before. I’ve been dead, killed people, held my dying sister in my arms—on-screen. So you think you’ve got it, but you don’t. No matter how good they are with the makeup, the lighting, the angles, it’s not the same.”
    His breath hitched in and out. “She was so white. And her eyes …”
    “Would you like some water, Matthew? Some tea?”
    He looked at Mira with such gratitude. “Can I get tea? Is that okay?”
    At Eve’s nod, Mira rose again. “I’ll see to it.”
    “I can’t seem to get warm. The water was a little cold, I guess. And the … Sorry,” he said to Eve again.
    “Have you got something to be sorry for?”
    “I’m not handling this very well. I thought I was good in a crisis, but I’m not handling it.”
    “You’re okay.” She set up the recorder, read off the Revised Miranda. “You got that, Matthew? You understand your rights and obligations?”
    “Yeah, sure.”
    “What were you and Marlo doing on the roof?”
    “We went up for some air, to hang for a few minutes.”
    “And what happened?”
    “Her feet hurt. Marlo. She said her feet hurt, so I said she should take her shoes off, stick her feet in the pool. We were going to just sit on the edge of the pool awhile. We were laughing about the gag reel when we walked into the dome. We didn’t even notice her for a minute. Seconds, I guess, it was just a few seconds.”
    Mira came back out with a tray, a short pot of tea, some cups. “Coffee?” she said to Eve.
    “Thanks. What happened then?”
    “Marlo yelled. She saw her first, I think, and she yelled. I didn’t think. I just jumped in. I didn’t think. She was facedown, and I—we got her out.”
    “Marlo got in the pool?”
    “No. No.” He sipped at the tea. “I pulled K.T. to the side, and Marlo helped me get her out. She was heavy. I did CPR. I was a lifeguard in high school and college, so I know how to deal with a drowning victim, but she was gone. I couldn’t get her back. Marlo was helping me, and crying, but we couldn’t get her back. We ran down to get you. We should’ve called nine-one-one from the roof. But we ran down to get you.”
    “Did you see anyone else up there, or on your way up or down?”
    “No. Well, we saw Julian passed out on the couch, and Andi was coming out of the powder room off the foyer. Then we took the elevator straight up.”
    “Do you know anyone who’d want to hurt K.T.?”
    “Jesus.” He squeezed his eyes tight, drank more tea. “She can be hard to get along with, and when she drinks too much she’s harder still. If there’s friction on the set, she’s usually the reason because the rest of us just get along. But no, none of us would hurt her this way. She’s shot most of her scenes so we’d be away from her anyway before much longer. Just have to tolerate her through the media rounds.”
    “Did you have any problems with her, specifically?”
    He stared down at his tea. “I don’t know what to call you.”
    “‘Dallas’ works.”
    “Dallas.” He took a long breath. “We went out a few times. It was months ago, before we started production, before I had the part. And she wasn’t drinking when we hooked up. She wasn’t drinking whenshe got the part either, and Roundtree went to bat for her with the money people. She had to audition, and that didn’t sit well, but she nailed the character—and she put in a word for me. She helped me get a reading for McNab. They were looking at somebody else, but she helped me get a reading, and I got the