“Thanks. For now, just give me the gist.”
“About you being really rude and offensive? Or the part about you being a bully with bad hair?”
“How about the part where she tells Steinburger I’m looking at her new job benefits.”
“Oh, that part. You had some nerve looking at her personal financial data, and questioning her hotel accommodations, trying to scare
her. My take? You didn’t try, you succeeded. Steinburger grilled her on it. Wanted chapter and verse, which I’ll skip over since you were there. He told her she didn’t have a thing to worry about. Stroked and petted, said how she did just right, and the studio—and he personally—was grateful for her discretion and loyalty. He grilled her again when she told him you were making a new statement to the media on further info and an upcoming arrest. Then he told her to hold on, he had an incoming. He didn’t.”
“Needed some time to pull it together.”
“That’s my take. Left her holding for seventy-three seconds. Had himself cool and collected when he came back on. Told her not to worry. Both of them were only doing what was best for the project and the studio, and when everything settled down again, he’d show her his appreciation.”
“She buy that?”
“She thanked him, then said she was going back to the hotel to work. That she’d watch the media conference from there, and work out an official studio response.”
“She’s going to be busy for the next several hours, and out of his reach. Let me know what else you get. We’re going into the media deal in a few minutes.”
“Better you than me,” Feeney said and broke transmission.
Eve glanced over, saw that Peabody had stopped, and stood with her own communicator. A wide grin spread over her face as she put it away.
“Divers are bringing up some electronics from the coordinates we gave them. They’ll run the serial numbers when they get them in. But one of them reports he got lucky and found a ’link—a red ’link engraved with the initials K.T.H.”
“We got his ass, Peabody. Contact Reo, fill her in. Tell her she’s got her goddamn sliver and to get us the search warrants.”
21
SHE PLAYED THE MEDIA BY THE BOOK. IT WASN’T hard to look mildly disgruntled or show flashes of impatience. She felt more than mildly disgruntled giving the same answer—We can’t give specific details on the investigation at this time—over and over again. She wanted to talk to the water cops, to Reo, to get her warrants and completely ruin Steinburger’s day.
Along with the rest of his miserable life.
She could only hope her statement at least gave him indigestion.
“I’ll say again, while I can’t comment on specific details, the investigation is moving forward. And with new information that has come to our attention, we believe we’re close to making an arrest. But close isn’t good enough, so as I’ve said all I’m free to say, my partner and I are going back to work.”
She stepped away from the podium, glanced briefly in Nadine’s direction.
While a number of other reporters continued to shout out questions—hope sprang, Eve supposed—Nadine rose, gave Eve the most subtle of nods.
Even as she walked to the door, Nadine pulled out her pocket ’link.
“She’s putting the arm on Steinburger now,” Eve told Peabody. “We’ll want to confirm where she meets him for the interview. When the warrants come through we’ll start wherever he’s not. No point in tipping him to the search until we have to.”
“He could tell Nadine no interview, or put her off.”
“She won’t take no. She won’t be put off. She’s like a ferret. And he won’t have Valerie for cover,” Eve added. “He’d look weak and stupid if he tried to haul her in away from Connie. He can’t look weak or stupid.”
“I think he’s both. But there’s somebody who isn’t. Ever.”
Eve watched Roarke approach. “He can be stupid. Keep on the water cops, Peabody. Maybe another sliver will move Reo’s ass on the goddamn warrant.”
“Lieutenant, Detective. You both looked somber, official, and attractive for the media. Nice boots, Peabody.”
“Don’t encourage her. I knew pink was a mistake.”
“On the contrary. They look charming.”