Live Wire
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 Harlan Coben

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“I do,” Myron said. “I found a photograph from the Live Wire shoot. Gabriel had the same tattoo as Suzze.”
“That?” Lex snickered. “It was temporary. He just wanted a famous notch on his belt. Suzze was so smitten with him she stuck by him even after he killed Alista Snow.”
Whoa.
“Hold up,” Myron said. “Did you just say Gabriel killed Alista Snow?”
“You didn’t know? Of course. Got her doped up on roofies. But he didn’t give her enough, dumb bastard. He raped her and then she totally freaked out. Said she was going to tell. In Wire’s defense—and no, it’s not a defense—he was stoned out of his mind too. He pushed her off the balcony. It’s all on videotape.”
“How?”
“The room had a security camera.”
“Who has the videotape now?”
He shook his head. “I can’t tell you that.”
But Myron already knew, so he just said it: “Herman Ache.”
Lex didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. It added up, of course. It was pretty much just what Myron had thought.
“We both owed Ache big,” Lex said. “Mostly Gabriel—but he used HorsePower as collateral. He had one of his men with us all the time. To protect his investment.”
“And that’s why Evan Crisp is still here?”
Lex actually shuddered at the mention of his name.
“He scares me,” he said in a whisper. “I even thought maybe he killed Suzze. Once she knew the truth, I mean, Crisp had warned us. There was too much money at stake. He would kill anyone who got in the way.”
“What makes you so sure he didn’t kill her?”
“He swore to me he didn’t do it.” Lex leaned back. “And how could he? She shot up. That woman investigator, what’s her name?”
“Loren Muse.”
“Right. She said there was no evidence she was murdered. She said all signs point to an overdose.”
“Have you ever seen the videotape of Wire killing Alista Snow?”
“Years ago. Ache and Crisp sat us both down and showed it to us. Wire kept crying that it was an accident, he didn’t mean to push her over the rail, but really, what’s the difference? He killed that poor girl. Two nights later—I’m not making this up—he actually called Suzze to come over. And she did. Suzze thought he was the victim of the press. So blind—but then again she was only sixteen years old. What’s the rest of the world’s excuse? Then he dumped her. Do you know how we hooked up—Suzze and me?”
Myron shook his head.
“It was ten years later at a gala for the Museum of Natural History. Suzze asked me to dance and I swear the only reason she came on to me that night was because she hoped that I could lead her back to Wire. She still pined for him.”
“But she fell for you.”
He managed a smile on that one. “Yes. She did. Really and truly. We were soul mates. I know Suzze loved me. And I loved her. I thought that would be enough. But really, when you stop and think about it, Suzze had already fallen for me. That’s what I meant before. About falling for the music. She fell for his beautiful façade, yes, but she also fell for the music, the lyrics, the meaning. Like with Cyrano de Bergerac. Do you remember that play?”
“I do.”
“They all fell for the gorgeous façade. The whole world, really—we fall for the beauty of the outside. Not a news flash, is it, Myron? We are all shallow. You ever see someone, some guy maybe, and you just know from his face he’s a nasty SOB? Gabriel Wire was the opposite. He looked so soulful, so poetic, so beautiful and sensitive. The façade. And underneath was nothing but decay.”
“Lex?”
“Yes.”
“What did you tell Suzze on the phone?”
“The truth.”
“You told her that Gabriel Wire killed Alista Snow?”
“That was part of it, yes.”
“What was the rest of it?”
He shook his head. “I told Suzze the truth, and it killed her. I have a son to protect now.”
“What was the rest of it, Lex?”
“I told her where Gabriel Wire was.”
Myron swallowed. “Where is he, Lex?”
And then the strangest thing happened. Lex stopped crying. He smiled now and looked toward a beanbag by the television. Myron felt his blood go cold.
Lex didn’t speak. He just stared at the beanbag chair. Myron remembered what he had heard as he came up the stairs. Singing.
Gabriel Wire singing.
Myron slid off the stool. He moved toward the beanbag chair. He saw a strange shape in front of it, low down, on the floor maybe. He came closer, turned his gaze to the floor, and now he could see what it was.
A guitar.
Myron spun back toward Lex Ryder. Lex was still smiling.
“I heard him,” Myron said.
“Heard who?”
“Wire. I heard him singing when I was on the stairs.”
“No,” Lex said. “That was me you heard. It’s always been me. That’s what I told Suzze. Gabriel Wire died fifteen years ago.”
30
Downstairs, Win woke up the security guard.
The guard opened his eyes wide. He was tied up with a gag in his mouth. Win smiled at him. “Good evening,” Win said. “I’m going to remove your gag. You will answer my questions and not call for help. If you refuse, I will kill you. Any questions?”
The security guard shook his head.
“Let’s start with an easy one,” Win said. “Where is Evan Crisp?”
“We did meet at the Espy in Melbourne. But that’s the only part of our story that’s true.”
They were back on the bar stools. Suddenly even Myron needed a belt. He poured them both two fingers of Macallan Scotch. Lex stared down into his glass as if it held a secret.
“At the time I’d already released my solo album. It went nowhere. So I started thinking about putting together a band. So I’m in the Espy when Gabriel sauntered in. He was eighteen years old at the time. I was twenty. Gabriel had dropped out of school and been arrested twice for drug possession and another time for assault. But when he walked in the bar, the way every head turned . . . you know what I mean?”
Myron just nodded, not wanting to interrupt.
“He couldn’t sing a lick. He couldn’t play an instrument. But if a rock group is a movie, I knew that I needed to cast him as front man. We made up the whole story about my playing in the bar and him coming to my rescue. Actually I half stole the story from a scene in a movie. Eddie and the Cruisers. Have you seen it?”