Celebrity in Death

Steinburger, and he’s used Valerie for cover, she’s another threat. Another turn may be to eliminate that threat.”
    “Yeah, it might. Taking it now, that’s very risky, but down the road, at another fork. He might see it as another viable choice. I need the why. I can pressure him with the why. Otherwise all I’ve got are impressions.”
    Hands in her pockets, she rocked back on her heels thinking about turns in the road, choice, consequence.
    “For an amateur he’s done a good job of cleaning up after himself. So far.”
    “Maybe he’s done it before,” Roarke suggested. “Taken this fork, made this choice.”
    She stopped, turned. “Done it before? Wouldn’t that be interesting? Could that be the why? Sex and money,” she said to Roarke as she strode to her desk. “I’m going to take a deeper look at his background, see who else might be dead.”
    “That’s perfect, isn’t it? I’m sex and money; you’re dead bodies. What a team we are.”
    “Best to stick with our strengths.”
    What if he had done it before? she wondered. Accidental, deliberate, momentary impulse.
    And got away with it.
    And what if, she continued, Harris either knew or suspected—had Asner working on digging deeper.
    Eve sat back a moment. And who was running down a fork in the road now? A waste of time, a rush to nowhere if she was wrong. But with no evidence, what choice was there but a walk in the dark?
    “Computer, search for Steinburger, Joel—as identified in these files. Match with any deaths associated with him.”
    Acknowledged. Working …
    “Secondary task. Search for any unsolved murders in which subject was detained, questioned, or connected. Further task, search for any self-terminations or accidental deaths connected to subject or Big Bang Productions.”
    She pushed up as the computer acknowledged the tasks. She went into the kitchen, programmed coffee, and took it with her back to her board.
    Facts, she thought. Harris threatened Marlo, Matthew, Julian, Preston, Andrea, Connie.
    Harris had words or confrontations with Matthew, Julian, Andrea, and Connie on the night of her death.
    Harris spent time in the dome on the roof, smoking zoner and herbal tobacco.
    Harris incurred an injury due to a fall on the back of the head.
    Death by drowning.
    It was only supposition that she’d had a ’link in her bag, and the preview of the recording as well. Solid supposition, high probability, but not fact.
    Dome partially opened.
    Blood washed away with bar rag and pool water.
    As she went through it again, Eve fiddled with the arrangement on the board.
    Harris hired Asner to plant recorders in the loft shared by Marlo and Matthew.
    Asner did so, retrieved same, provided Harris with a copy.
    Again, it was only supposition he’d retained the original.
    Witness statement rather than hard fact had Asner tagged on his personal ’link, then making arrangements for a meet.
    Asner met the killer in his office. That was fact.
    Asner died as a result of multiple, violent blows with a bronze statue.
    Killer, because who the hell else, removed all records and electronics, using Asner’s car to transport.
    Asner’s vehicle found at marina.
    Task one complete …
    “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got. Data on-screen.”
    The list was long, but she’d expected it. She’d deliberately aimed the first search wide.
    Three out of four grandparents, his father, a stepmother, one sibling—various cousins, aunts, uncles, and one ex-wife. She ordered family members as a subset.
    Nonfamily made for a longer list. A college roommate, several actors, other industry professionals, his gardener, his longtime family doctor, a business partner, his current wife’s former voice coach (retired at the time of her death).
    Eve ordered subsets of professional associates, another of nonbusiness or nonindustry connections.
    She then ordered the computer to cross-reference any connections on or between subsets, and to generate another subset with those results.
    As she studied the list, the computer informed her there were nounsolved murders, other than those currently under investigation, connected with the subject.
    “That’s too damn bad,” Eve muttered.
    Accidental or self-termination proved a different matter. There were plenty.
    Eve got more coffee and began to sift through.
    At some point Roarke sent her the record of a transfer, the evening before, of fifty thousand from Steinburger’s to Valerie’s accounts.
    She copied it