Celebrity in Death

think Asner—through Harris, or vice versa—had something on the killer.”
    “Something he intended to turn over along with the M and M recording, yeah. Or the killer was afraid he would. Digging into dirt, that was Harris’s MO, and that’s what fits. Her brother came to see me today.”
    They ate as she told Roarke about the conversation.
    “It’s a sad commentary on a life, isn’t it?” he commented. “She not only turned against those who loved her, but used them for her own gain. She’d rather have had that gain, wield that power, than have real affection, real friendship.”
    “Did she choose to be like her father, or was she just like him?”
    Roarke laid a hand over hers. “You’re living proof of the power of choice.”
    “Mostly I believe that’s how it works. You decide. Like the workout game. Go right, go left, up or down, and deal with the results. So, yeah, I think she made the choices. I think she believed she liked it that way. But she wasn’t happy. You could see she wasn’t happy with the choices.”
    “Yet she continued to make them.”
    “Until someone chose to kill her. It wasn’t Roundtree or Connie. I’m saying—at least with what I have now—it wasn’t Marlo or Matthew. It wasn’t Preston.”
    “You’ve narrowed your list considerably.”
    “The killer opened the pool dome.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because he or she tried to close it. If Harris had opened it, there’d be no reason for the killer to close it. None I can see. The dome was partially open when we discovered the body.”
    “I remember that, yes.”
    “It’s acting up, doesn’t close properly unless you turn it off and on again. The killer didn’t know. Connie would have, as she used the pool daily.”
    “Are you thinking someone came in from the outside?”
    She paused with a fry halfway to her mouth. “Outside what?”
    “The dome, darling.”
    “Shit. Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. How would they get up there?”
    “All manner of ways,” he said, smiling. “Sometimes the best way to get in is to go down. A remote to open the dome, a weak spot security-wise, I’d imagine.”
    “You’re thinking like a B-and-E man.”
    “Not anymore. Or only in the service of my wife.”
    “Ha. I’ll have to run probabilities now that you put it in my head, but I don’t think anybody came from out or up. I think the killer opened the dome from the inside. Harris had or was smoking those doctoredherbals, and six of them would put up a hell of a cloud in a smallish, enclosed area. She couldn’t have been up there long, but there were six butts.”
    “Enclosed dome, smoke. Yes, I can see that. He wanted the fresh air. Or she. You seem to be down to two of each. Julian and Steinburger, Andrea and Valerie.”
    “Or a combination thereof. Somebody could be covering for somebody. And I’m looking at Steinburger and Valerie, as—as far as I know—they’re the only ones lying to me. She’d be more likely to cover for him than him for her.”
    “Unless she knows too much about him, things he’d prefer didn’t get out. He might be willing to cover for her then.”
    “Yeah. They used to bang, and people tend to blab after a bang.”
    “I’ll be sure to guard my tongue.”
    “It’s usually tired from all the work during the bang,” she pointed out, and made him laugh.
    “True enough.”
    “What I can’t get is—saying it is Steinburger. Why kill her? I mean, lots of reasons, sure, but why now? Why not string her along, pay her off, do what she wants until the project’s complete? He’d have given himself a major headache by offing one of his own stars.”
    “The boar or the river,” Roarke said. “Neither choice is particularly pleasant, but you have to make one. Sometimes under pressure.”
    “That’s good.” Eve pointed at him. “That’s pretty good. On one hand you’ve got the mutant pig with the big, sharp teeth who wants to chew your leg off. On the other, the river with jagged rocks where you may or may not bash yourself into bloody pieces.”
    “Most people jump.”
    “Because the threat from the mutant pig is more immediate. Betterto take your chances with the water and rocks. But better altogether to kill the mutant pig, then stroll away on dry land.”
    “I’m beginning to wish I’d suggested pork instead of steak.”
    When she laughed, he topped off her wine.
    “Easy on that,” she said. “I’m going to switch to coffee. I have to dig into Steinburger