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to tell me you’ve decided to take on the little beauty queen case.”
    He looked up. Sixty-one years old and handsome by any standards, his expression was sealed in a permanent façade of extreme displeasure.
    She took a seat on a recliner next to the sofa where Brett had been reading a script. Laurie thought her office was nice, but Brett’s made it look like a cubbyhole in comparison.
    “Brett, we went through that case. There’s nothing new to say about that investigation. The whole point of our show is to get first-person accounts of people who were real players in the case. People who could possibly have been involved.”
    “And you’ll do exactly that. Sic Alex Buckley on them and watch the witnesses squirm.”
    Alex Buckley was the renowned criminal defense attorney who had presented the first volume of the show about the so-called Graduation Gala Murder. His questioning of the witnesses had been perfect, ranging from gentle empathy to grueling cross-examination.
    Since then, Laurie had seen him regularly. In the fall he’d invited her, Timmy, and her father to Giants football games and in the summer to Yankees baseball games. All four of them were ardent fans of both teams. He almost never invited her out alone, perhaps sensing she was not ready for a definitive progression of their relationship. She needed to complete the mourning process, to close the chapter on her life with Greg.
    And she was too keenly aware that he was mentioned frequently in gossip columns for escorting a celebrity to a red-carpet affair. He was a very, very desirable man about town.
    “Not even Alex Buckley could solve that case,” Laurie insisted, “because we have no idea whom to question. DNA evidence has cleared the girl’s entire family, and police never identified any other suspects. End of story.”
    “Who cares? Dig out those old pageant videos and glamour shots, and watch that Nielsen needle jump.” It wasn’t the first time Brett had lectured Laurie about the importance of ratings, and it wouldn’t be the last. “You need something new? Get a scientist to conduct facial progression. Show the viewers what the victim would look like now.”
    “It simply wouldn’t work. A technologically enhanced photograph could never tell the story of a life lost. Who knows what the future could have held for that girl?”
    “Listen to me, Laurie. I happen to be a successful man. I know what I’m talking about. And I’m trying to help you keep your show on a roll. Some would say you got lucky the first time around and have just been riding it out since then.” It had been nearly a year since the first Under Suspicion “news special” had aired. Since then, Laurie had been an executive producer on several of the studio’s run-of-the-mill series, but Brett was eager to build on the Under Suspicion brand. “You gotta try to re-create the magic of the first time.”
    “Trust me. I went back to the drawing board and found a great case. It’s perfect for Under Suspicion . The Cinderella Murder.”
    She handed him a photograph of Susan Dempsey, a professional headshot she had used for auditions. When Laurie had first seen it, she felt like Susan was looking straight through the camera, directly at her personally. Susan had been blessed with near-perfect features—high cheekbones, full lips, bright blue eyes—but the real beauty was in the energy of that stare.
    Brett barely glanced at the photograph. “Never heard of it. Next! Seriously, Laurie, do I need to remind you of the flops you had before this thing came along? You of all people should know: success is fleeting.”
    “I know, I know. But you’ve heard of the case, Brett. The victim was a UCLA college student, found dead in the Hollywood Hills. Supposedly she no-showed for an audition that night.”
    Now he bothered to look at the headshot. “Wow, she was a knockout. Is this the Frank Parker thing?”
    Had Frank Parker not gone on to become famous, people might have