She knew it. Detested it. “I’ve worked under media heat before, Commander.”
“True enough.” As his ‘link beeped, he pushed its All Hold button and silenced it. “Dallas, this isn’t an ordinary murder or even an extraordinary one. It’s, as my grandchildren say, got juice, and you’re part of it. You’ll need to prepare carefully for the press conference at two. Believe me, the actors involved will play to the cameras. They won’t be able to help themselves, and as they do, the story adds layers.”
He leaned back, tapping his thigh. “I’m also aware you’re not particularly interested in the public and media end of this. You’ll have to consider that end, in this case, part of the job. Don’t grant interviews or discuss any area of the case with any reporter prior to the press conference.”
“No, sir.”
“I want this to move fast. I’ve already requested the ME put a rush on the autopsy. The lab’s on alert. We go by the book here, but turn those pages quickly. Has Areena Mansfield requested her lawyer or representative?”
“Not as yet.”
“Interesting.”
“I don’t expect that to last long. She was shaken, but my impression is she’ll want a rep once her mind clears. Her dresser confirms she was in the dressing room with Areena at every costume change. I don’t put complete faith in her statement. The woman worships Mansfield. Meanwhile, I’m running background checks on all members of cast and crew. It’s going to take some time. There are a lot of players here. Interviews are starting this morning.”
“Are the estimates of three thousand witnesses in the ballpark?”
Just thinking about it made Eve’s head throb. “I’m afraid they are, Commander. Obviously, we couldn’t hold the audience members in the theater for long. We did a person-by-person ID for name and residence as each was released. Some statements were taken because, basically, some people couldn’t shut up. Most of those, which I’ve reviewed, were disjointed and essentially useless.”
“Divvy up the audience witnesses in the squad. I’ll pull in some detectives from other areas. Let’s run some eliminations to get those numbers down.”
“I’ll start that today, Commander.”
“Delegate it,” he ordered. “You can’t be spared for drone work. Tag Feeney for the backgrounds on cast and theater personnel. I want this to close. He’s to prioritize the backgrounds over his current caseload.”
He’ll moan over that one, Eve thought, but she was pleased to be able to pass that part of the load over to the e-detective. “I’ll communicate that to him, Commander, and send him the list.”
“Copies to my attention. After the press conference, I’ll need you to clear any and all media interviews with me before confirmation. Dallas, you can expect to see yourself and your husband on-screen, in print, and blasted out of the goddamn tourist trams until this matter is satisfactorily closed. If you require a larger team, let me know.”
“I’ll start with what I have. Thank you, Commander.”
“Be here, this office, at thirteen-thirty, for pre-media briefing.”
It was dismissal, and acknowledging it, Eve headed out of the office and down the glide. Before she reached her level, she pulled out her communicator and contact
ed Feeney in the Electronic Detective Division.
“Hey, Dallas. Heard you caught a hell of a show last night.”
“The reviews were a killer. Okay, got that out of my system. I’ve got direct orders from the commander. I’ll be shooting you a full list of cast and crew from the play, and additional theater personnel. I need full backgrounds, with correlation runs. Any and all connections of any and all individuals with Richard Draco and/or Areena Mansfield.”
“Love to lend a hand, Dallas, but I’m up to my nostrils here.”
“Direct from the commander,” she repeated. “He tagged you, pal, not me.”
“Well, hell.” Feeney’s already hangdog face filled the screen with sorrow. She watched him drag a hand through his wiry rust-colored hair. “How many backgrounds we talking?”
“Including non-speaking roles, walk-on, tech and talent crew, concessions, maintenance, and so on? Four hundred, give or take.”
“Jesus, Dallas.”
“I’ve done Mansfield, but you could go deeper.” Instead of sympathy, she felt amusement that lightened her step as she passed through the bullpen and gave Peabody the come-ahead sign. “Whitney wants it prioritized and rushed. Media conference at fourteen hundred. I need all I can get by then. You’re authorized to put as many hands on the team as you need.”
“Isn’t that just dandy?”
“Works for me. I’ll be in the field. Peabody’ll get you the list ASAP. Look for sex, Feeney.”
“You get to be my age, you slow down on that some.”