In Death 02 - Glory in Death

the part, she was willing to ditch the sitcom. But they were going to have to up the ante, guarantee a three-feature deal, international distribution, and twenty hours' straight promo."
    "Sounds like she wanted a lot."
    "She was squeezing him some. My take from what the agent said is he needed Metcalf to guarantee some of the financial backing, but they wanted a chunk on the front end. He was scrambling to come up with it and save his project."
    "He knew her. And she had the controls."
    "According to the agent, he came in to meet Metcalf personally, several times. They had a couple of tete-a-tetes at her apartment. He got a little hot, but Metcalf laughed it off. She was banking that he'd come around."
    "I love when it falls into place, don't you?" She turned, studying Angelini through the glass. "We've got a connection, Feeney. He knew them all."
    "He was supposed to be on the coast when Metcalf got whacked."
    "How much do you want to bet he's got a private plane? You know something I've learned since Roarke, Feeney? Flight plans don't mean squat if you've got money, and your own transpo. No, unless he comes up with ten witnesses who were kissing his ass when Metcalf went down, I've got him. Watch him sweat," she muttered as she swung back into the interview room.
    She sat, crossed her arms on the table, and met Angelini's eyes. "You knew Yvonne Metcalf."
    "I -- " Off balance, David reached up, tugged at the collar of his shirt. "Certainly, I... everyone did."
    "You had business with her, met her personally, you'd been to her apartment."
    This was obviously news to Moe, who bared her teeth, tossed up a hand. "One moment, Lieutenant. I'd like to speak to my client privately."
    "All right." Obliging, Eve rose. Outside, she watched the show through the glass, and thought it a pity that the law prevented her from turning on the audio.
    Still, she could see Moe fire questions at David and could gauge his stuttering responses while Larry and Curly looked grim and scribbled furiously on their pads.
    Moe shook her head at one of David's answers, stabbed him with one of her lethal red nails. Eve was smiling when Moe lifted a hand and signaled her back into the room.
    "My client is prepared to state that he was acquainted with Yvonne Metcalf, on a professional level."
    "Uh-huh." This time Eve leaned a hip on the table. "Yvonne Metcalf was giving you some grief, wasn't she, Mr. Angelini?"
    "We were in negotiations." His hands linked together again, twisted. "It's standard for the talent side of a project to demand the moon. We were... coming to terms."
    "You met her in her apartment. Argued?"
    "We -- I -- we had meetings at several locations. Her home was one of them. We discussed terms and options."
    "Where were you, Mr. Angelini, on the night Yvonne Metcalf was murdered?"
    "I'd have to check my diary," he said with surprising control. "But I believe I was in New Los Angeles, the Planet Hollywood complex. I stay there whenever I'm in town."
    "And where might you have been between oh, seven and midnight, West Coast time?"
    "I couldn't say."
    "You're going to want to say, Mr. Angelini."
    "Most likely in my room. I had a great deal of business to see to. The script needed reworking."
    "The script you were tailoring for Ms. Metcalf."
    "Yes, actually."
    "And you were working alone?"
    "I prefer to be alone when I write. I wrote the script, you see." He flushed a little, the color rising from the collar of his shirt. "I put a great deal of time and effort into preparing it."
    "You keep a plane?"
    "A plane. Naturally, the way I travel, I -- "
    "Was your plane in New Los Angeles?"
    "Yes, I -- " His eyes went wide and blank as he realized the implication. "You can't seriously believe this!"
    "David, sit down," Moe said firmly when he lurched to his feet. "You have nothing more to say at this time."
    "She thinks I killed them. That's insane. My own mother, for God's sake. What reason? What possible reason could there be for that?"
    "Oh, I've got a few ideas on that. We'll see if the shrink agrees with me."
    "My client is under no obligation to submit to psychiatric testing."
    "I think you're going to advise him to do just that."
    "This interview," Moe said in snippy tones, "is terminated."
    "Fine." Eve straightened, enjoyed the moment when her eyes met David's. "David Angelini, you're under arrest. You are charged with leaving the scene of a crime, obstruction of justice, and attempted bribery of a police officer."
    He lunged at her,