BACK IN THE inner lobby Milo said, "So who're your clients?"
"You're not thinking of contacting them," said Dugger.
"Not unless the need arises."
"It won't." Dugger's voice had grown sharp.
"I'm sure you're right, sir."
"I am, Detective. But why do I get the feeling you still suspect me of something?"
"Not so, Doctor. Just—"
"Routine?" said Dugger. "I really wish you'd stop wasting your time here and go out looking for Lauren's killer1."
"Any suggestions where?" said Milo.
"How would I know? I just know you're wasting your time here. And as far as clients go, in terms of the intimacy2 study there isn't one. It's a long-term interest of mine, goes back to graduate school. Our commercial projects tend to be much shorter—attitudinal focus groups, a specific product, that kind of thing. We work on a contractual basis, the timing's irregular. When we're in between projects, I focus back on the intimacy study."
"And now's one of those times," said Milo.
"Yes. And I'd appreciate it if you don't talk about clients to the staff. I've assured the women that their jobs are secure for the time being, but with the move ..."
"You may be revamping. So you're financing the intimacy study on your own?"
"There isn't much expense," said Dugger. "That woman you mentioned—Shawna. Was she murdered as well?"
"It's possible."
"My God. So this— You're thinking Lauren could've been part of something?"
"Part, sir?"
"A mass murderer—a serial3 killer, pardon the expression."
Milo jammed his hands into his pockets. "You don't like the term, Doctor?"
"It's a cliche," said Dugger. "The stuff of bad movies."
"Doesn't make it any less real when it happens though, does it, sir?"
"I suppose not— Do you really think that's what happened to Lauren? Some psychopathic creep?" Dugger's voice had risen, and he was standing4 taller. Assertive5. Aggressive. Locking eyes with Milo.
Milo said, "Any tips in that regard—speaking as a psychologist?"
"No," said Dugger. "As I told you before, abnormal psychology6's not my interest. Never has been."
"How come?"
"I prefer to study normal phenomena7. This world— We need to emphasize what's right, not what's wrong. Now I'll show you my room."
Ten by ten, sand-colored walls, matching acoustical8 tile ceiling, the same kind of canvas chairs as in front, similar coffee tables but no magazines, no pictures. Dugger peeled back a corner of the carpet and exposed a series of stainless9 steel slats bolted to a cement floor. Soldered10 to some of the panels were wires and leads and what looked like integrated circuit boards.
"So they just sit here and you measure them?" said Milo.
"Initially11, we tell them they're here for marketing12 research and they fill out attitude surveys. It takes ten minutes on average, and we leave them in here for twenty-five."
"Fifteen extra to get acquainted with the confederate."
"If they so choose," said Dugger.
"How many do?"
"I can't give you a precise number, but people do tend to be social." I watched his lips, listened to his words for import. Flat tone, no commentary implied or expressed. Maybe that said plenty.
Milo walked around the room, seemed to fill it with his bulk. Running his hand along a wall, he said, "No one-way mirrors?"
Dugger smiled. "Too obvious. Everyone watches TV."
"Set me straight on procedure, Doctor," said Milo. "How do you ensure that the subjects and the confederates don't meet after the experiment's over?"
"The subject leaves the room before the confederate. While the subject is debriefed13, the confederate is moved to a private waiting area—behind the main office. And we monitor subjects' exits—walk them out, watch them drive away. There's simply no opportunity for subsequent contact."
"And there's no one—a loose cannon14, a subject who resented being deceived—who might've wanted to harm Lauren?"
"No one," said Dugger. "We prescreen with a basic test of psycho-pathology."
"You don't like abnormal psychology but you recognize its worth."
Dugger twisted his collar. "As a tool."
Milo paced some more, scanned the ceiling. He stopped, pointed15 to a small metal disc in the corner. "Lens cover? You film them?"
"We're set up for video and audio recording16. It's an option."
"Do you keep the tapes?"
"No, we transcribe17 the data numerically, then reuse the tapes," said Dugger.
"Nothing you'd want to hold on to?"
"It's a quantitative18 study. The main findings are the informational bits that transmit from the grids19 to our hard drives. As well as the confederates' observations."
"The confederates report back to you?"
"We interview them."
"About what?"
Dugger's lips tightened20. "Qualitative21 data—variables that can't be numericized."
"No, no—nuances. Observational impressions. Measures the grids can't pick up."
"And you have no interest in abnormality." Dugger pressed himself against the wall. "I really don't see the need to discuss my research interests."
"The fact that Lauren was murdered—"
"Sickens me. Just knowing someone, who's been murdered sickens me, but—"
"How well did you know her, Doctor?"
Dugger stepped away from the wall. His eyes rose to the ceiling. "Look, I know what you're after, and you couldn't be further off the mark. I told you the first time, I never slept with Lauren. The idea is ridiculous and disgusting."
Milo's shoulders bunched like a bull's as he stepped closer to Dugger. Dugger's hands rose protectively, but Milo stopped several feet away. "Disgusting? A beautiful girl like Lauren? What's disgusting about sleeping with a beautiful girl?"
Once again sweat beaded Dugger's upper lip. "Nothing. I didn't mean it in that sense. She was—a lovely girl. It just wasn't like that. She was an employee. It's called professionalism."
"An employee with whom you had dinner, several times."
"Jesus," said Dugger. "If I'd have known that would set you off, I'd never have mentioned it. We talked about psychology, her career plans. That's it."
"Beautiful girls aren't your thing either?"
Dugger's hands lowered, curled into fists, opened slowly. He smiled, brushed dandruff from his sweater. "As a matter of fact they're not. Per se. I'm sure you're constructed differently, but external beauty means very little to me. Now please leave—I insist you leave."
"Well," said Milo, remaining in place. "If you insist."
"Oh, come on," said Dugger. "Why does this have to be adversarial? I realize it's an occupational hazard, but straighten your sights. Lauren deserves that."
His head dropped, and he covered his eyes. But I saw what he was trying to conceal23. The glisten24 of tears.
Before we got back in the car we stopped at the Chinese restaurant, got some egg rolls and wontons to go, showed the proprietors25 Lauren's picture. "Yes," said the cook, in perfect English. "She came in here a few times. Chicken fried rice to go."
"Alone?"
"Always alone. Why?"
"Routine investigation26," said Milo. "What about Dr. Dugger? From next door."
"No," said the cook. "All these years we've been neighbors, and he's never come in. Maybe he's a vegetarian27."
Milo drove six blocks, pulled over, ate a roll in two bites, scattering28 crumbs29 and not bothering to brush them off. I got to work on a wonton. Greasy30 and satisfying.
"How'd he react when I popped Shawna's name? I didn't pick up anything striking."
"No reaction at all," I said. "Which is interesting in itself. Wouldn't you expect some puzzlement?"
"Or, as you remind me from time to time, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." He opened the envelope with the time cards that Ann Buyler had given him, and I read over his shoulder. Ten to twenty hours a week, the last pay period three weeks ago.
I said, "So either Dugger's concealing31 something or Lauren lied to Sa-lander about going to work during the break."
"Dugger concealing? What, you don't believe him about no hanky-panky with the help, no attraction to mere32 physical beauty?"
"He was sweating again."
"Noticed that. And did you see those tears when he went on about Lauren? What's with the guy?"
"He's holding back something."
Still eating, he pulled away from the curb33, and I slapped his sleeve lightly. "Mean, bad policeman. You made him cry."
"Jesus, you've turned into a hard case," he said, finishing another roll and reaching for a third.
"That marketing company of his," I said. "There's a phony feel to it-He got really defensive34 when you asked him about clients, claimed to be between jobs. Maybe because he doesn't get many. Doesn't need to, because he's got funding from the Duke Foundation—overtly or otherwise. And that would've raised the blackmail35 stakes: What if the old man's getting tired of financing Junior's supposedly pure lifestyle? Especially with Ben distancing himself from all Tony Duke regards as holy. But still takes the money. What if Duke's looking for an excuse to cut Ben off? A nasty scandal would play nicely into that. More than Dugger's reputation could be at stake."
"Well, let's see if anyone around here remembers him doing anything scandalous. With Lauren or anyone else."
We spent the next two hours cruising Newport and showing Lauren's photo to restaurant servers and hosts, dropping Ben Dugger's name, getting absolutely nothing. More than once someone said, "A face like that I would've remembered." A kid in a seafood36 joint37 said, "If you find her, can I have her number?"
As we left the final restaurant Milo said, "If Dugger and Lauren were trysting, they weren't doing it over food."
"Maybe food's not his thing either. How about motels?"
He groaned38 but nodded. Another hour was lost questioning desk clerks. Same result. Milo cursed all the way back to the 55.
"Maybe the guy's gay," I said. "You sense any hint of that?"
"What, I'm supposed to have gaydar?"
"Low blood sugar—anything left in that bag?"
"One wonton."
"Hand it over." Between mouthfuls: "Maybe he is gay. Or asexual, or virtuous40, or Lord knows what."
"Asexual," I said. "Wouldn't that be something? The Grand Stud spawns41 a son who's anything but."
"You don't like him. I wouldn't wanna go bowling42 with him either— guy's a priss. But being Tony Duke's kid isn't grounds for a warrant. He's untouchable with regard to Lauren, and so's all his intimacy data. When we get back I'm getting on the horn to Central and the coroner, see if anything's come up on Michelle. If they pull a bullet out of her head and it matches the nine millimeter in Lauren's, maybe I can talk to someone about leaning on Gretchen. Right now, it's time for that second face-to-face with Jane Abbot. Speaking of which."
He placed another call to the Sherman Oaks number, got another taped reply. This time he hung up without leaving a message. "I've also got a call in to Westside Vice43 about Gretchen. Be interesting if she's gotten active again. If anything leads back to her and Duke, I'll be on Junior like a rash. Let's hit the Abbot house, see if the neighbors know where Jane and Mel are. I'll leave my card in the mailbox, and if she doesn't respond to that, I'll really want to know why."
"Would you consider a detour44 to Westwood?" I said. "Mindy Jacobus works at the Med Center in public relations. Adam Green feels she didn't want to be helpful. Any statements from her in Riley's file?"
"Just the library story."
"Green checked out the library. No one remembers Shawna ever being there."
He looked at his watch, gazed through the windshield at the clean stretch of freeway. Midday lull45: just a few trucks and cars, and us in the fast lane, under a browning sky that mocked the virtues46 of progress.
"Nice little off-ramp in Westwood," he said. "Why the hell not?"
Adam Green had described Mindy Jacobus as "no Shawna," but she turned out to be a stunning47 young woman with flawless, lightly tanned skin and one of the healthiest heads of glowing black hair I'd ever seen. A tall, long-legged sylph in a pale blue knit dress and high-heeled white sandals, she strode out of the public relations office into a hallway that reeked48 of rubbing alcohol carrying a gold Cross pen, moving with a confidence that made her seem older than twenty.
More planes than curves; Tony Duke would probably have walked right past her, so maybe that was what Green had meant. But her stride was a hip49-swiveling sashay that transcended50 lack of flesh.
"Yes?" she said with a publicist's ready smile. Her ID tag read, M. JACOBUS-GRIEG. ASSISTANT PUBLICIST. Milo had given the front desk his name only, no tide. The smile wavered when she got a good look at him. No way could that face—that tie—mean philanthropy or any other brand of good news.
When he flashed the badge her confidence shut down completely, and she looked like an overdressed kid. "What's this about?"
"Shawna Yeager, Ms. Jacobus—"
"How weird."
We were in an administrative51 wing of the Med Center, far removed from clinical care, but the hospital smell—that alcohol stink—brought back memories of mass polio vaccinations52 in school auditoriums53. My father accepting the needle with a smile, biceps tensing so hard the blood ran down his arm. I, five years old, fighting to squelch54 my tears as a white-capped nurse produced a frigid55 cotton swab. . . .
"Weird?" said Milo.
Mindy Jacobus-Grieg's fine-boned hand clutched the pen tighter. Closing the door behind her, she moved several feet down the hall and settled a lean rump against pale green plaster. The decor was photos of med school deans and famous benefactors56 at black-tie galas. Some of the angels were showbiz types, and I searched for Tony Duke's face but didn't find it.
"Hearing Shawna's name again," she said. "It's been over a year. Has something finally— Did you find her?"
"Not yet, ma'am."
Ma'am made her flinch57. "So why are you here?" "To follow up on the information you gave during the initial investigation."
"Now? A year later?" "Yes, ma'am—"
"What could I tell you that I didn't already say back then?" "Well," said Milo, "we're new on the case, just doing our best to see what we can learn. And you were the last person to see Shawna." "Yes, I was."
"Just before she left for the library."
"That's what she said." She glanced down at her left hand. The third finger was circled by a gold wedding band and a one-carat diamond ring. She rubbed the stone—reminding herself she'd made progress since then?
Milo said, "Newlywed?"
"Last June. My husband's a rheumatology resident. I dropped out temporarily to help pay some bills— Does Shawna's mom know you're back on the case?"
"Are you in contact with Shawna's mom?"
"No," she said. "Not any longer. I did stay in touch for a while—a few months. Agnes—Mrs. Yeager—moved to L.A., and I tried to help her get adjusted. But you know ..."
"Sure," said Milo. "Nice of you to help her." A tiny pink tongue tip darted58 from between Mindy's lips, then retracted59. "She was pretty destroyed."
"Any idea where she can be reached?"
"She's not working at the Hilton anymore?"
"Beverly or Downtown?"
"Beverly," said Mindy. "That's not in the file? You must be missing a bunch of stuff. That other detective—the old one. He seemed a little . . . Is he your friend?"
Milo smiled. "Detective Riley? Yes, he did tend to get a little distracted."
"I never felt he was really paying attention. Anyway, that's where Agnes worked. I was just thinking about her on Christmas. Because Shawna's birthday was December twenty-eighth and I knew her mom must be going through hell. I would've invited her to my parents' house, but we all went to Hawaii. ..."
"What did Mrs. Yeager do at the Hilton?"
"Cleaned rooms. She needed something so she could stay in L.A., and she couldn't find any decent waitress jobs. The U let her stay in a grad student dorm for a few weeks, but then she had to leave. She didn't know the city at all, almost ended up near MacArthur Park. I told her to stay as far west as she could, and she found herself an apartment near La Brea and Pico—Cochran south of Pico."
"So she stuck around."
"For a few months. Maybe she moved back home—I don't know."
"Back to Santo Leon," I said.
"Uh-huh." She rolled the pen between her fingers.
Milo said, "So the last time you saw Shawna was that night she said she was going to the library. Remember what time that was?"
"I think I said eight-thirty. It couldn't have been too much earlier 'cause I was out with Steve—my ex-boyfriend." Tiny smile. "He had football practice until seven, and I used to pick him up and we'd have dinner in the Coop and then he'd walk me back to the dorms. Shortly after I got back, Shawna left. I studied for a while, went to bed, and when I woke up she still hadn't returned."
"Was the library a usual place for her to study?"
"I guess."
"You're not sure?"
The hand clutching the pen tightened. "In the papers—the campus paper mostly—they said no one remembered Shawna in any of the libraries. Trying to make out like Shawna had lied. But the libraries are huge, so what does that prove? I had no reason to doubt her."
Footsteps and laughter caused her to gaze down the hall. A group of people in suits passed, and someone called out her name. "Hey, guys," she said, flashing the sunny smile, then turning it off as she faced us. "Is that it?"
"When Shawna left was she carrying books?"
"She'd have to be," said Mindy.
"She'd have to be?"
"Even if she wasn't telling the truth about studying, she would've covered herself, right? I mean, with no books, I'd have said something. And I didn't. So, sure, she must've had books. I would've noticed if she hadn't been."
"Logical," agreed Milo. "But do you specifically recall seeing books?"
Blue irises60 bobbled. "No, but. . . why do you doubt her?"
"Just trying to collect as many details as I can, ma'am."
"Well, no way I can give you details after all this time, but the logical thing was she had books. Probably psych books. That's all Shawna read, she was really into it—psychology, medicine. All she did was study."
"A grind," I said, remembering the phrase she'd used with Adam Green.
"Not in a dorky sense. She was just serious about her grades. . . . Do you think she could still be alive?"
Milo said, "Anything's possible."
"But unlikely."
Mindy shut her eyes, opened them. "She was so beautiful."
"If Shawna did make up the story about going to the library, what do you think she was covering for?"
"I don't think she was covering, and if she was I wouldn't have the faintest." The pen slipped from her grasp. She moved fast and caught it.
"Could she have been hiding the fact that she had a boyfriend?" said Milo.
Mindy licked her lips. "Why would she hide that?" "You tell me," said Milo gently.
Mindy edged away from him. "I have no idea."
"Did Shawna have a boyfriend, Ms. Jacobus-Grieg?"
"Not that I knew."
Milo consulted his pad. "Funny, going over the file, I copied down something about a boyfriend. . . . For some reason I thought that came from you."
"No way. Why would I tell anyone that?"
"Must be a mistake, then. Oh, well."
The smooth skin behind Mindy's ears had pinkened. Milo began paging through his pad. Blank pages. From where Mindy stood, she couldn't see that. "Here it is. ... 'Possible boyfriend.' 'Maybe older guy.' Per MJ." Looking up, he favored Mindy with an innocent look. "I assumed 'MJ' was you, but maybe something got scrambled62."
"Probably." The flush had spread to Mindy's jawline.
Milo kicked the wall lightly with the back of his shoe. "Let's talk theoretically, okay? If Shawna did have an older boyfriend, any idea who he coulda been?"
"How would I know?"
"I just thought, the two of you living together, being close—"
"We lived together, but we weren't close. Anyway, it was only for a couple of months."
"So you guys weren't real friends?" I said.
"We got along but we were different. For one, I was older. A screw-up landed me in a room with a freshman63."
"Different worlds."
"Exactly," said Mindy, relieved at being understood.
"Different how?" asked Milo, smiling.
"I'm social," she said. "I like people, always had lots of friends. Shawna was more of a loner."
"Interesting trait for a beauty queen."
"Oh, that—well, that was back in Santo Leon."
"Didn't count?"
"No, no, I'm not putting it down—it's just I gathered that back home Shawna was pretty important, but up here she was just another freshman. I went to Uni, had tons of friends here from high school, she didn't. I tried to— She didn't make too many of her own friends. I mean she probably would've—it was only the beginning of the quarter."
"Not too social?" I said.
"Not too."
"So back in Santo Leon she'd been a big fish in a small pond, but in L.A. she had trouble distinguishing herself."
"Yes—I mean she was beautiful. But kind of... country. Unsophisticated. Also, her basic personality was—I don't want to say stuck up, more like private. She did like to keep to herself. Like when Steve would come over, Shawna would ignore him or leave— She said she wanted to give us space. But..."
"You thought maybe she was being a bit antisocial," I said.
"To be honest? Kind of. That's why I didn't pay much attention that night when she left for the library. She was gone a lot."
"A lot?"
"Yes."
"Nights?"
"Nights and days. I really didn't see her much."
"Did she spend nights away from the dorm?"
"No," she said. "She always was there in the morning. That's why when I woke up and she wasn't, I thought it was weird. But still . . ."
"Still what?" said Milo.
"I didn't freak or anything. You know—this was college. We were supposed to be grown-ups."
Milo twirled his own pen. Blue plastic Bic. "So there was no boyfriend you know of."
"Right."
"And this other note I've got—about maybe it being an older man. Did Shawna ever say anything about liking64 older men?"
Mindy's back was flat against the wall. Another upward glance. Both of her hands clenched65 the pen.
"Ms. Jacobus-Grieg?"
"Is this—is all this going to be publicized?"
"That's not our priority."
"'Cause it was really no big deal. And Agnes . . ."
"What was no big deal?"
Mindy shook her head. "I told a reporter—some pest from the Cub66— and he told the police about a conversation Shawna and I had."
"A conversation about what?"
"Guys—what girls talk about all the time. I shouldn't have opened my mouth. And that pest shouldn've repeated it."
"Repeated what, Mindy?"
Mindy rubbed one sandal against the other. "I wouldn't want to ruin Shawna's reputation."
"Ruin it in what way?"
"Raising rumors—because what's the point, a year later? Why should her mom read it and get upset?"
Milo moved closer to her, placed his weight on one foot, looking very tired. "What hurts Mrs. Yeager the most is not knowing what happened to Shawna. That's the ultimate hell for a parent, so anything you can do to clear it up would be a good deed."
Mindy bit back tears. "I know, I know, but I'm sure it's nothing—"
"Indulge us. Unless it leads to a solution, we'll keep it close to the vest."
The flush had overtaken Mindy's face. Coppery glow beneath the tan, but nothing healthy about it.
"It was really just a single conversation," she said, swiping at her eyes again. "Maybe three weeks into the semester. Steve had a friend who thought Shawna looked hot, and he asked if Shawna wanted to be fixed67 up. Shawna said no, she had too much studying, but then she went out— and not to the library, this was a Friday morning and she said something had come up suddenly, she had to leave early for the weekend. Something back home in Santo Leon. But the thing is, she was all dressed up and made up—nothing like what you'd expect just to take the bus home. So I asked her who the guy was, said she wasn't wasting stockings and all that lip gloss68 on some campus loser. And she gave me this—I can only call it an off look, know what I mean? Real serious—almost angry. But not angry—upset."
"Like you'd hit a nerve," I said.
"Exactly. She gave me the off look and said, 'Mindy, I would never date anyone my age. Give me an older guy any time, 'cause they know how to treat a woman.' And that's when it hit me: the way she was dressed. A suit—all that makeup69. It's like she was trying to make herself look older, so I wondered. And that's what I told that pest from the Cub. Which is probably what you've got in there." Pointing to the pad. "But I don't know for sure," she added. "You didn't ask her?" said Milo.
"I tried— I can be nosy70, I admit it. But like I said, Shawna was private. She just kind of blew me off, picked up her suitcase, and left."
"So older men know how to treat a woman," said Milo. "You think she meant financially?"
"That's the way I took it. 'Cause Shawna liked things. Talked about becoming a psychiatrist71 or a plastic surgeon, getting herself a big house in one of the Three B's—Brentwood, Bel Air, Beverly Hills—like she'd read about that in some magazine. I mean, she actually took the bus into Beverly Hills once, walked up and down Rodeo Drive—unsophisticated. Kind of adorable, really."
"Into stuff," said Milo.
"Clothes, cars—she said one day she'd drive a Ferrari."
"From being a plastic surgeon or marrying one?"
"Maybe both," said Mindy.
"She ever talk about any professors she really liked?" "What, you think it was a professor?" "They're the older men on campus." "No, she never said."
"Okay, thanks for your time," said Milo, flipping72 through his pad, then slipping it into his pocket. Mindy smiled, and her posture73 had just loosened when he said, "Oh, one other thing—and this'll stay as private as possible too. There was mention of some photos Shawna might've posed for, for Duke magazine—"
"Oh, please," snapped Mindy. "That stupid idiot—the weirdo from the
Cub."
"Weird, how?"
"Obsessive74. Like a stalker. He wouldn't leave me alone. Kept dropping in at the dorm, doing his big reporter thing. The last straw was when he barged right past me, started poking75 around our stuff. The whole Duke thing came up because Steve had left some magazines around—Sports Illustrated76, GQ. And, yes, some Playboys and Dukes too—you know guys. And the idiot has the nerve to start poking around in the stack and these loose pages fall out of the Duke and Green—the idiot—grabs them and says, 'Whoa, is this Shawna?' I grab them back and tell him to keep his filthy77 mitts78 off and his mind out of the gutter79. And he gives me this knowing smile—this smirk—and he says, 'What's the matter, Mindy? Why shouldn't Shawna pose? God gave her the bod and the hair—' disgusting talk. That's when I threatened to scream and he left, but he kept hassling me, and I had to get Steve to warn him off. Maybe you should be looking at him."
"Did he know Shawna before she disappeared?" I said.
"No—I don't think so. I was just talking in the sense that he was weird. Anyway, that's where that Duke stupidity came from."
"So Shawna never posed."
"Of course not. Why would she do that?"
"Same reason any girl does. Money, fame—or maybe she'd met an older guy who was also a photographer."
"No," said Mindy, "no way. Shawna wanted to be a doctor, not a centerfold. That's not the kind of money and fame she wanted. None of us want that. It's demeaning."
"Shawna entered beauty contests," said Milo.
"And hated it—Miss Olive Oil, whatever. She told me she only did it for the prize money and because she figured it would look good on her U application. She wasn't that kind of girl."
"What kind is that?"
"A bimbo. She was smart." Another quick study of the ceiling. White knuckles80 around the gold pen. One hand let go and began tracing the outline of her narrow hip. Her face had turned salmon81 pink. Her eyes jumped around like pachinko balls. .
"Demeaning," she said.
Milo smiled at her. Let it ride.
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