In Death 03 - Immortal in Death

holding. You're not going to make bail on the illegals charges, Justin." She leaned forward, made sure his eyes focused on hers. "Not while there are four counts of murder hanging over you."
    "My client has not been charged with any crime other than suspicion of possession." The lawyer peered down her needle-straight nose. "You don't have a case here, Lieutenant. We all know it."
    "Your client's dangling over the edge of a very steep cliff. We all know that. Want to take the fall alone, Justin? That doesn't seem very fair to me. Your friends are answering questions right now." She lifted her hands, spread her fingers. "What are you going to do if they roll over on you?"
    "I didn't kill anyone." He flicked his gaze toward the door, toward the mirror. He knew he had an audience, and for once he didn't know how to play the crowd. "I never even heard of those other people."
    "But you knew Pandora."
    "Of course I knew Pandora. Obviously I knew her."
    "You were there, at her house on the night she died."
    "I've said so, haven't I? Look, Jerry and I went to her house, at her invitation. We had a few drinks, that other woman came around. Pandora got obnoxious, and we left."
    "How often do you and Ms. Fitzgerald use the unsecured entrance at your building?"
    "It's just a matter of privacy," he insisted. "If you had media hounding you every time you tried to take a piss, you'd understand."
    Eve knew exactly what that was like and smiled toothily. "Funny, neither of you seemed to be particularly shy of media exposure. In fact, if I were a cynic, I'd have to say the two of you exploited it. How long has Jerry been on Immortality?"
    "I don't know." His eyes shifted to the mirror again, as if he was hoping a director would say "cut" and end the scene. "I told you I didn't know what was in that drink."
    "You had a bottle in your bedroom, but you didn't know the contents. Never took a taste of it?"
    "I never touched it."
    "That's funny, too, Justin. You know, it seems to me if something was in my friggie, I'd be tempted to sample it. Unless I knew it was poison, of course. You know Immortality's a slow poison, don't you?"
    "It doesn't have to be." He stopped himself, breathed hard through his nose. "I don't know anything about it."
    "An overload on the nervous system, slow acting, but lethal all the same. You poured Jerry a drink, handed it to her. That's murder."
    "Lieutenant -- "
    "I'd never hurt Jerry," he exploded. "I'm in love with her. I'd never hurt her."
    "Really? Several witnesses claim you did just that a few days ago. Did you or did you not strike Ms. Fitzgerald in the backstage area of the Waldorf's Royal Ballroom on July second?"
    "No, I -- We lost our tempers." The lines were tangling in his head. He couldn't remember his cue. "It was a misunderstanding."
    "You hit her in the face."
    "Yes -- no. Yes, we were arguing."
    "You were arguing, so you punched the woman you love, knocking her off her feet. Were you still violently angry with her when she came to your apartment last night? When you poured her a glass of slow-acting poison?"
    "I tell you, it's not poison, not like you mean. I wouldn't hurt her. I was never angry with her. I couldn't be."
    "You were never angry with her. You never hurt her. I believe you, Justin." Eve soothed her voice, leaned forward again, laid a kind hand over his trembling one. "You never hit her, either. You staged it all, didn't you? You're not the kind of man who strikes the woman he loves. You staged it, just like one of your performances."
    "I didn't -- I -- " He looked up helplessly into Eve's eyes, and she knew she had him.
    "You've done a lot of action videos. You know how to pull a punch, how to fake one. That's what you did that day, isn't it, Justin? You and Jerry pretended to fight. You never laid a hand on her." Her voice was gentle, full of understanding. "You're not a violent kind of guy, are you, Justin?"
    Torn, he pressed his lips together, looked at his lawyer. She held up a hand to hold off more questions and leaned close to Justin's ear.
    Keeping her face bland, Eve waited. She knew the pickle they were in. Did he admit to the staging, making himself into a liar, or did he cop to punching his lover, showing his capabilities for violence? It wasn't a steady wire to cross.
    The lawyer shifted back and folded her hands. "My client and Ms. Fitzgerald were playing a harmless game. Foolish, admittedly, but it isn't a crime to pretend to fight."
    "No, it isn't a crime." Eve felt