Eve laid it out for him, or as much as she wanted to lay out. And watched him absorb, chew on, spit out until he shoved to his feet and prowled the office.
“Idiots. Bunch of idiots. What the hell do I care if Marlo and Matthew want to screw like college kids on spring break? Christ’s sake. And I swear to fucking God on a mountaintop, if that stupid, selfish, crazy-ass bitch wasn’t dead I’d strangle her.”
He kicked his desk, a sentiment and gesture she understood as she was prone to the same.
“Why the hell didn’t you arrest this Asner asshole?”
“I would have, but it’s hard to book a dead guy.”
“Shit.” He dropped into the chair again. “What a fucking mess.”
“How much damage would the recording do, if it leaked?”
“How the hell do I know? You can’t figure the public. You just do good work, try to pick good people, good scripts, then throw the dice. It’ll be embarrassing, for Marlo and Matthew, and for Julian, but that won’t last. It’ll make the studio look stupid, at least to those who know how they fabricate some of the hype. Other than that, it’s still rolling the dice.”
Peabody poked her head in when Eve sent Roundtree out.
“Want an update?”
Eve crooked her finger.
“Nadine’s still a little pissed she didn’t latch onto the Marlo/Matthew connection before you did. She wants exclusives right, left, and sideways. She contacted everybody we’re talking to via ’link yesterday, and actually managed to get into Julian’s hotel room—with his permission—for a one-on-one in the afternoon. She didn’t have much to add, which I figured was what you wanted me to find out, but she’s digging like a terrier.”
“Good.”
“Preston’s alibied. I verified. He and Carmandy were in her room until after midnight. We can check hotel security on that, but it feels solid.”
“All right.”
“Matthew’s in the studio, was actually in his trailer. He and Marlo came in together this morning. Steinburger and Valerie are also here. They’ve been in his office working on spin and media angles.”
“Why don’t you take the lovebirds—separately. Then Andrea. I’ll take Valerie first, then Steinburger, round it out with Julian.”
“Works for me. I’ll get Valerie on her way.”
Eve busied herself with more notes, linking names with lines until Valerie clipped in on her important shoes. She wore an earlink, had a pocket ’link, and a PPC clipped to what Eve supposed was a fashionable belt. She carried two go-cups.
“Mango sm
oothies,” she said, setting one on the table. “I thought you might like one. Now.” She sat, crossed her legs. “How can I help you?”
“You can start by giving me your whereabouts last night, between ten P.M. and midnight.”
Valerie held up one finger in a one-moment gesture, and unclipped her PPC. “Let me check my calendar. It’s cross-checked, of course, in my memo book. I have that in my briefcase in Joel’s office. I holoed with reporters on the West Coast until ten. I believe my memo book will have that conference ending at approximately ten after the hour, as it ran over a bit. I had a meeting scheduled with Joel at ten-thirty. I believe we brainstormed and handled a variety of issues until about one this morning.”
“And where did you conference and meet and brainstorm?”
“At Joel’s pied-à-terre. I stayed in the guest quarters last night to simplify the situation.”
“Situation?”
Valerie maintained her pleasant, slightly smug expression. “K.T. Harris’s murder is a situation.”
“At least. Are you and Joel Steinburger sexually involved?”
“No. That’s insulting.”
“Insulting because you’re no longer sexually involved? Because I have two different statements verifying you had been previously.”