Celebrity in Death

consulting with the officers and detectives in your division. It’s a full plate. Dealing with—”
    Marlo broke off when Eve’s communicator signaled.
    “Dallas.”
    Dispatch, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. See the officer at Twelve West Third. Possible homicide.
    “Acknowledged. Dallas and Peabody, Detective Delia, en route.” She clicked off, signaled Peabody. “We caught one. Meet me at the vehicle.”
    Pocketing the communicator, she glanced at Marlo. “Sorry.”
    “No, of course. You caught a case, right when we’re standing here. It’s probably a stupid question, but how does it feel when you’re contacted, told someone’s dead?”
    “Like it’s time to go to work. Listen, thanks for showing me around.”
    “There’s so much more. Big Bang Productions basically built Dallas World here at Chelsea Piers. We’ll be shooting for at least two more weeks—probably three. Maybe you can make it back.”
    “Maybe. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tonight, work permitting.”
    “Good luck.”
    Eve wound her way around to the VIP lot and her vehicle. She wasn’t happy somebody was dead—but if they were going to be dead anyway, she wasn’t
un
happy to have picked up the case
before
the stupid photo shoot thing. She’d found Marlo Durn personable, maybe a little intense, but personable, smart, and not an asshole. But she had to admit it got to be a little unnerving to keep looking at somebody who looked so much like you. And to do it in surroundings that looked like your surroundings.
    Dallas World.
    Huh.
    “Wouldn’t you know we’d catch one.” Peabody hustled up. “That was fun! And Preston—Preston Stykes, the assistant director—said I could do a cameo! They’re going to be shooting some street scenes next weekend, and I get to be a pedestrian—with a closeup, and maybe even a line. I bet I get a zit.” She patted a hand around her face, checking. “You always get a zit when you have a closeup.”
    “Had many—closeups, not zits. I don’t want to know about your zits.”
    “It’ll be my first.” She settled into the passenger seat while Eve got behind the wheel. “And tonight we get to hob with the nob at dinner. I’m having dinner with vid stars, with celebrities, at the swank Park Avenue residence of the hottest director in Hollywood, meeting the most powerful and respected producer—and founder of Big Bang Productions.” Peabody stopped checking for potential zits to press her hand to her belly. “I feel a little sick.”
    “Then you can boot in the swank john of the hottest director in Hollywood.”
    “He was looking for you, Roundtree. He was about to send a gofer to find you.”
    “I was having the surreal experience of having myself show myself around my office and bullpen.”
    “Oh! My desk. I could’ve sat at my desk. I could’ve sat at
your
desk.”
    “No.”
    “It’s a vid set.”
    “Even then, no.”
    “Mean. The other you is nice. I can call her Marlo. The other me is kind of a bitch.”
    “There you go. Typecasting.”
    “Funny, ha ha. Really, she talked to me for about thirty seconds, then brushed me off. And do you know what she said?”
    “How can I know when I wasn’t there?”
    “So, I’ll tell you.” Scowling out the windshield, Peabody stuck on her rainbow-lensed sunshades. “She said if Nadine’s book was an accurate portrayal, she suggests I take an assertive course. Otherwise I’m never going to be anything but an underling, or a sidekick at best. But with my subservient attitude I’d never be in charge.”
    Eve felt a claw of annoyance scrape down the back of her neck. Her
partner
had been assertive enough to springboard the investigation and downfall of an organization of dirty cops.
    “She isn’t kind of a bitch. She’s essentially
a
bitch. And you’re not an underling.”
    “That’s right. I’m your partner, and okay, you’re my lieutenant, but that doesn’t make me some kiss-ass underling with a subservient attitude.”
    “Following orders in the line isn’t subservient, it’s being a good cop. And you have a smart-ass attitude half the time.”
    “Thanks. I didn’t like me very much.”
    “I don’t like you a whole lot. Neither does the other me.”
    “Now I’m confused.”
    “Marlo and K.T. don’t like each other much. It shows when the camera’s not on them. Once the director called ‘Cut,’ they went separate ways, didn’t speak or look at each other until Marlo called K.T. over to you.”
    “I guess