SORDID SECRETS OF A SEX MANIAC screamed the UK tabloids. PERV PRODUCER IN SHOCK DEATH TRYST. Stevie hadn’t realised how intent the British press were on the gory details. At least in LA they treated the episode with a modicum of respect, if not for Linus then for poor Bibi.Her friend had been inconsolable when Stevie returned from her honeymoon. She had accompanied Bibi to police questioning—a formality, they were assured—before helping her move out of the Posen mansion and into a small apartment of her own, close to where Stevie and Xander were living. Bibi was frail, her body wrung out by drugs and despair, flashbacks from the night her husband died circling in her memory. Stevie thought how small she looked, how fragile, and wondered how anyone, whatever ‘formalities’ might be necessary, could suspect her of murder at a time like this. It had been a terrible, tragic accident—nothing more.Mercifully she’d been tied up the past couple of months on the set of her new film, a biopic centring on a fugitive young woman on the run from the government.
