Killer Ambition - [72]

“No.”

“Shackner, as in Morton Shackner…as in Shackner Productions, one of the biggest independent production companies in the industry. And a good friend and frequent collaborator with-”

“Antonovich and Powers.”

Eric nodded. “That’s how Vanderhorn’s going to appease his Hollywood buddies. Total transparency. He’s so fair he’s putting one of their own on the case. Shows it’s all on the up-and-up.”

“So who cares if I get to have a real lawyer for second chair? As long as Vanderhorn looks good.”

“He is consistent.”

“So’s a doorstop.”

44

I stomped back to my office in what Toni would’ve called “a mood and a half.” What was I going to do with some dippy showbiz kid who probably only got hired because some management jerk wanted invites to premieres? Then it occurred to me that “useless” was the least of my problems. Vanderhorn didn’t just throw Declan Shackner in to be a Hollywood token. He intended for Declan to be his spy. This just got better and better.

I slammed the space bar on my keyboard and pulled up the forms to start the filing process. I decided to call Bailey and let her weigh in. She said she might as well come over and do it in person. “That way, you can be there when I negotiate with Powers’s lawyer to have him surrender,” she said.

“Who’s his lawyer?”

“Wagmeister-”

“I thought he was representing Averly.” He couldn’t ethically represent both Powers and Averly-the possibility for a conflict of interest was too great.

“I’d guess it’s just for the moment.”

“He’ll probably keep Powers and push Averly off on someone else.”

“And that someone else is probably already on deck. See you in ten.”

My stomach grumbled loudly. I glanced out my window at the Times Building clock. It was almost two thirty. Where had the time gone? I ran down to the snack bar and grabbed a couple of sandwiches for Bailey and me, knowing she’d probably forgotten to eat too. I wondered whether I’d be able to send my new second chair on errands like this in the future. It occurred to me that I was finally getting my very own assistant. It also struck me as a classic example of “be careful what you ask for.”

“Food.” Bailey dropped her feet off my desk and onto the floor when she saw me walk in with the sandwiches. “Bless you, my child.”

I picked up the turkey and Swiss and gave Bailey the BLT, her favorite. Then I closed the door-something we seldom did in these shoebox-sized offices. Bailey raised her eyebrows, then nodded. “Probably a good idea,” she said.

“And one we’re going to have to get used to.” I gestured around the building. “Lots of ‘interested parties,’ and now there’s going to be a big market for them.”

“Speaking of which, any idea who leaked to that tabloid guy?”

I shook my head. “I’m leaning toward filing the same charges on Averly and Powers,” I said.

“Either one could be the accomplice, I guess. Even though we think Powers has to be the mastermind, that doesn’t necessarily mean he did the killing.”

“Not yet, anyway. They’re still testing everything, so we might learn differently. But for now, let’s bang out a working theory so I can sort out the charges. I can always amend later.”

“We don’t know how he did it, but somehow Ian got wind of the kidnapping. Then, although the drop site was Fryman Canyon, they all wound up on Boney Mountain-”

“Man, I hate that part of the case.” The more “somehow’s” and “for some reason’s” we had, the more ammo it gave the defense to argue we didn’t have enough proof.

“No more than I do.” We both sighed. “Anyway, I think Powers called in our boy Averly to at least help, if not do the heavy lifting, and be his ride up to the mountain-”

“Right. And based on the messages on Hayley’s cell phone, my guess is that Ian ambushed Brian-”

“Ian? Why not Averly?”

“Charging-wise, it may not matter. But the evidence seems to shake out that way, and he’s the only one with both the motive and the smarts. The way I see it, Ian kills Brian, or knocks him out, gets his cell phone, and sees the texts from Hayley, so he knows Hayley’s in on it and she’s nearby-”

Bailey balled up the sandwich wrapper and tossed it into the wastebasket. “He kills Brian, buries him, but not well because he doesn’t have a whole lot of time, then sends the text to Hayley to lure her out. He kills Hayley, dumps her into the trunk of Brian’s car-”

“Right,” I said. “I’m not sure he planned on seeing Hayley up there-”

“Yeah, I don’t think he planned to kill her. After all, she’s his buddy’s daughter. He might’ve figured that with Brian out of the way, she could be scared off from taking things any further. But when he realized that she was there on the mountain, he couldn’t let her go-”

“Because if Brian’s body was ever found-”

“Which in fact it was-”

“-she’d be a bad witness to have floating around. So he kills her and puts her into the trunk of Brian’s car-”

“Which gives us the blood on the trunk.”

I nodded. “That’s the nail in Ian’s coffin as far as Hayley’s murder.” It’s very rare for someone to kill with a knife without cutting themselves, so the fact that we had Ian’s blood mixed in with Hayley’s showed he likely committed her murder. “As far as Brian’s murder…the physical evidence doesn’t do much for us one way or the other in terms of showing whether it was Ian or Averly. But Ian’s got the motive to kill Brian-”