Celebrity in Death (In Death #34)
G.P. Putnam’s Sons, $27.95/digital $14.99, Feb. 21, 2012
Lieutenant Eve Dallas is no party girl, but she’s managing to have a reasonably good time at the celebrity-packed bash celebrating The Icove Agenda, a film based on one of her famous cases. It’s a little spooky seeing the actress playing her, who looks almost like her long-lost twin. Not as unsettling, though, as seeing the actress who plays Peabody—drowned in the lap pool on the roof of the director’s luxury building. Talented but rude, and widely disliked, K. T. Harris had made an embarrassing scene during dinner. Now she’s at the center of a crime scene—and Eve is more than ready to get out of her high heels and strap on her holster, to step into the role she was born to play: cop.
It’s disconcerting to watch your life played out before your eyes—while Lt. Eve Dallas stands on the set of The Icove Agenda, she’s overwhelmed by the feeling of déjà vu standing outside of herself and seeming to watch her own cloned copy and that of her partner, Det. Delia Peabody, reenact their murder investigation of a year ago.
When Dallas’s friend, local reporter Nadine Fuerst, first documented Eve’s most famous case of the murders of the Drs. Icove, Eve didn’t realize the sensation it would cause, including a film based on the book. Both father and son were dabbling in the creation of human clones, the creating, raising, training and selling of the perfect woman. And now Eve was standing and watching her life played out before her.
Eve stopped at the reproduction of her own bullpen. Desks—cluttered—the case board that took her back to the previous fall, the cubes, the scuffed floor.
The only thing missing was the cops—and the smell of processed sugar, bad coffee and sweat.
“And this.” Eve did a turn around the office set. “I feel like I need to sit down and knock out some paperwork.”
Although Marlo Durn, the other Eve, is very pleasant in person, K.T. Harris, the other Peabody, is nothing like her friendly and stalwart partner. K.T. has not made any friends among her fellow cast members. She actually seems to go out of her way to make everyone uncomfortable. Even going as far as being confrontational with Eve during a dinner party:
In the beat of horrified silence, Eve studied K.T. down the length of the table. “Peabody?”
“Yes, sir,” Peabody said, shoulders hunched.
“You know how I occasionally mention the possibility of kicking your ass?”
“I’d term that as regularly, but yes, sir, I do.”
“You may get the chance to watch me kick your fake ass while you sit comfortably on your own. That’s an opportunity that doesn’t come around every day.”
When someone steps out of the party just long enough to help K.T. take an unexpected swim in the roof pool, Eve quickly learns that there are worse things than watching your life played out before you, and that’s looking in the face—the lifeless face—of your best friend and partner. K.T. Harris looks so much like Peabody, that it strikes a nerve in the always steady Dallas.
Drenched, K.T. lay faceup beside the sparkling blue water of the lap pool. The starting eyes were Peabody brown, and gave Eve a hard moment.
It seems that K.T. has been spending her time doing more than learning her lines. She has been obsessed with learning the deep dark secrets of her co-stars and blackmailing them.
Eve needs to work past her distress at “seeing” her partner die and find a murderer among a room full of actors, professional liars, all of whom are acting like they didn’t do it.
Lucy Dosch writes book reviews for her blog http://ebookobsessed.com. Her e-reader has turned her love of reading into an obsession. When she is not reading, she likes to spend time with her husband and two daughters.