Giacomo’s rental1 Escort was parked in a loading zone ten yards from Café Moghul,the predictable ticket secured by a wiper blade. Miloand I watched him snatch the citation2 and rip it into confetti. Paper snowfloated to the curb3.
He shot Milo a defiant4 look. Milo pretended not to notice.
Giacomo stooped, picked up the shreds5, put them in his pocket. Rolling hisshoulders, he got in the Escort and drove off.
Milo said, “Every time I start off in oneof those situations I tell myself to be sensitive. Somehow, it gets messed up.”
“You did fine.”
He laughed.
I said, “With all his frustration6 and grief it couldn’t have gone anydifferently.”
“That’s exactly what you were supposed to say.”
“At least something in life’s predictable.”
We walked east on Santa Monica, passed anAsian import shop where Milo stopped andpretended to be fascinated by bamboo.
When we resumed walking, I said, “Think Giacomo’s right about Tori beingdead?”
“It’s a distinct possibility, but maybe her mother’s right and she’s offpartying in Capri or Dubai.What do you think of the acting7-school angle?”
“Lots of those in L.A.,”I said.
“Lots of young waitpersons aiming for bigger and better. Be interesting ifTori took classes at the PlayHouse but short of that you see any stunningparallels?”
“A few similarities but more differences. Michaela’s body was left out inthe open. If Tori was murdered, the killer8 sure didn’t want her discovered.”
We turned right and walked south on Butler.
“What if we’re looking at an escalation9 thing, Alex? Our bad boy started offhiding his handiwork but acquired confidence and decided10 to advertise?”
“Someone like Peaty moving from peeping to assault,” I said. “Gettingprogressively more violent and brazen11.”
“That does come to mind.”
“A sexual aspect to Michaela’s killing12 would support it. There was nopositioning and she was left fully13 clothed. But maybe she was played with atthe kill-spot, tidied up before being transported. Autopsy’s due soon, right?”
“It just got kicked up another day or two. Or four.”
“Busy time at the crypt.”
“Always.”
“Are they really moving the bodies out that fast?”
“If only the freeways worked as well.”
“Wonder how many Jane Does are in storage?” I said.
“If Tori ever was there, she’s long gone. As her daddy will learn soonenough. What are the odds14 he’s calling them right now?”
“If she was my daughter, that’s what I’d be doing.”
He sniffed15, cleared his throat, scratched the side of his nose. Raised apink, wormy welt that faded as quickly as it had materialized.
“Got a cold?” I said.
“Nah, air’s been itching16 me, probably some crap blown in by the Santa Susannas…yeah,I’d be hounding them, too.”
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Back at his office, he tried the coroner’s office again and asked for arundown on young Caucasian Jane Does in the crypt. The attendant said thecomputer was down, they were short-staffed, a hand search of the records wouldtake a long time.
“Any calls from a guy named Louis Giacomo? Father of a missing girl…well, heprobably will. He’s having a hard time, go easy…yeah, thanks, Turo. Let me askyou something else: What’s the average transfer time to cremation17 nowadays?Just an estimate, I’m not gonna use it in court. That’s what I thought…when youdo check the inventory18, go back a couple of years, okay? Twenties, Caucasian,five five, a hundred twenty. Giacomo, first name Tori.” He spelled it. “Shecould be a blonde or brunette or anything in between. Thanks, man.”
He hung up, swiveled in his chair. “Sixty, seventy days and it’s off to thefurnace.” Spinning back to his phone, he called the PlayHouse again, listenedfor a few seconds, slammed the receiver down. “Last time, it just rang. Thistime I got sultry female voice on tape. The next class—something called‘Spontaneous Ingathering’—is tomorrow night at nine.”
“Nocturnal schedule, like we guessed,” I said. “Sultry, huh?”
“Think Lauren Bacall getting over the flu. Maybe it’s Ms. Dowd. If she’s anactor herself, velvety19 pipes wouldn’t hurt.”
“Voice-overs are a mainstay for unemployed20 actors,” I said. “So are coachinggigs, for that matter.”
“Those who can’t do, teach?”
“Entire universities operate on that premise21.”
He laughed. “Okay, let’s see what DMV has to say about the golden-throatedMs. Dowd.”
Nora Dowd’s DOB made her thirty-six, five two, a hundred and ten pounds,brown and brown. One registered vehicle, a six-month-old, silver Range Rover MKIII. Home address on McCadden Place in Hancock Park.
“Nice neighborhood,” he said.
“Bit of a drive to the school. Hollywood’sjust across Melrose from HancockPark, you’d think a Hollywoodaddress would attract screen-hopefuls.”
“Maybe Dowd got a break on the rent. Or she owns the place. McCadden and herwheels says she’s got bucks22.”
“A wealthy dilettante23 who does it for fun,” I said.
“Hardly a rare bird,” he said. “Let’s see if this one sings.”
Wilshire Boulevardnear Museum Mile was disrupted by filming and we sat with the engine idling, anaudience for nothing. Half a dozen triple-sized trailers filled an entireblock. A fleet of carelessly parked smaller vehicles choked an eastbound lane.A squadron of cameramen, sound techs, gaffers, gofers, retired24 cops, andunionized hangers-on laughed and loafed and stalked the catered25 buffet26. Twolarge men walked past, each carrying a lightweight, folding director’s chair.Stenciled27 names on the canvas backs that I didn’t recognize.
Public space commandeered with the usual insouciance28. The motoring public onWilshire wasn’t happy and tempers flared29 in the single open lane. I managed toescape onto Detroit Street,hooked a right on Sixth Street,cruised across La Brea. A few blocks later: Highland,the western border of Hancock Park.
The next block was McCadden, wide and peaceful and sunny. A vintage Mercedesrolled out of a driveway. A nanny walked a baby in a navy blue, chrome-platedstroller. Birds swooped30 and settled and chirped31 gratitude32. Cold winds had beenwhipping the city for a couple of days but the sun had broken through.
Nora Dowd’s address put her half a block south of Beverly. Most of the neighboring residenceswere beautifully maintained Tudors and Spanish revivals34 set behind brilliantemerald lawns.
Dowd’s was a two-story Craftsman35, cream with dark green trim.
Inverse36 color scheme of her acting school and, like the PlayHouse, girded bya covered porch and shadowed by generous eaves. A low rock wall at the curb wascentered by an open gate of weathered iron grillwork. Splitting the lawn was awide flagstone walkway. Similar old-school landscaping: birds of paradise,camellias, azaleas, fifteen-foot eugenia hedges on both sides of the property,a monumental deodor cedar37 fringing the double garage.
Barn doors on this garage, too. Nora Dowd’s house was twice the size of herschool but anyone scoring above nine on the Glasgow Coma38 Scale could see theparallels.
“Consistent in her taste,” I said. “An oasis39 of stability in this hazy,crazy town.”
“Mr. Hollywood,” he said. “You should write for Variety. ”
“If I wanted to lie for a living, I’d have gone into politics.”
This porch was nicely lacquered, decorated with green wicker furniture andpotted ferns. The pots were hand-painted Mexican ceramics40 and looked antique.The double doors were quarter sawn oak stained dark brown.
Milky41 white leaded panes42 comprised the door window. Miloused his knuckles43 on the oak. The doors were hefty and his hard raps diminishedto feeble clicks. He tried the bell. Dead.
He muttered, “So what else is new?” and stuck his business card in the splitbetween the doors. As we returned to the Seville,he yanked his phone from his pocket as if it were a saddle burr. Nothing toreport on Michaela’s Honda, or Dylan Meserve’s Toyota.
We returned to the car. As I opened the driver’s door, a sound from thehouse turned our heads.
Female voice, low, affectionate, talking to something white and fluffy,cradled to her chest.
She stepped out to the porch, saw us, placed the object of her affection onthe floor. Looked at us some more and walked toward the sidewalk.
The physical dimensions fit Nora Dowd’s DMV stats but her hair was ablue-gray pageboy, the back cut high on the neck. She wore an oversized plumsweater over gray leggings and bright white running shoes.
Bouncy step but she faltered44 a couple of times.
She gave us a wide berth46, started to walk south.
Milo said, “Ms. Dowd?”
She stopped. “Yes?” One single syllable47 didn’t justify48 a diagnosis49 ofsultry, but her voice was low and throaty.
Milo produced another card. Nora Dowd readit, handed it back. “This is about poor Michaela?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Under the shiny gray cap of hair, Nora Dowd’s face was round and rosy50. Hereyes were big and slightly unfocused. Bloodshot; not the pink of Lou Giacomo’sorbs, these were almost scarlet51 at the rims52. Elfin ears protruded53 past fine,gray strands54. Her nose was a pert button.
Middle-aged55 woman trying to hold on to a bit of little girl. She seemed wellpast thirty-six. Turning her head, she caught some light and a corona56 of peachfuzz softened57 her chin. Lines tugged58 at her eyes, puckers59 cinched both lips.The ring around her neck was conclusive60. The age on her driver’s license61 was afantasy. Standard Operating Procedure in a company town where the product wasfalse promises.
The white thing sat still, too still for any kind of dog I knew. Maybe a furhat? Then why had she talked to it?
Milo said, “Could we speak to you aboutMichaela, ma’am?”
Nora Dowd blinked. “You sound a little like Joe Friday. But he was asergeant, you outrank him.” She cocked a firm hip33. “I met Jack62 Webb once. Evenwhen he wasn’t working, he liked those skinny black ties.”
“Jack was a prince, helped finance the Police Academy.About Michae—”
“Let’s walk. I need my exercise.”
She surged ahead of us, swung her arms exuberantly63. “Michaela was all rightif you gave her enough structure. Her improv skills left something to bedesired. Frustrated64, always frustrated.”
“About what?”
“Not being a star.”
“She have any talent?”
Nora Dowd’s smile was hard to read.
Milo said, “The one big improv she trieddidn’t work out so well.”
“Pardon?”
“The hoax65 she and Meserve pulled.”
“Yes, that.” Flat expression.
“What’d you think of that, Ms. Dowd?”
Dowd walked faster. Exposure to sunlight had irritated her bloodshot eyesand she blinked several times. Seemed to lose balance for a second, caughtherself.
Milo said, “The hoax—”
“What do I think? I think it was shoddy.”
“Shoddy how?”
“Poorly structured. In terms of theater.”
“I’m still not—”
“Lack of imagination,” she said. “The goal of any true performance isopenness. Revealing the self. What Michaela did insulted all that.”
“Michaela and Dylan.”
Nora Dowd again surged forward. Several steps later, she nodded.
I said, “Michaela thought you’d appreciate the creativity.”
“Who told you that?”
“A psychologist she talked to.”
“Michaela was in therapy?”
“That surprises you?”
“I don’t encourage therapy,” said Dowd. “It closes as many channels as itopens.”
“The psychologist evaluated her as part of her court case.”
“How silly.”
“What about Meserve?” said Milo. “He didn’tfail you?”
“No one failed me. Michaela failed herself. Yes, Dylan should have knownbetter but he got swept along. And he comes from a different place.”
“How so?”
“The gifted are allowed more leeway.”
“Was the hoax his idea or Michaela’s?”
Five more steps. “No sense speaking ill of the dead.” A beat. “Poor thing.”Dowd’s mouth turned down. If she was trying to project empathy, her chops wererusty.
Milo said, “How long did Michaela takeclasses with you?”
“I don’t give classes.”
“What are they?”
“They’re performance experiences.”
“How long was Michaela involved in the experiences?”
“I’m not sure—maybe a year, give or take.”
“Any way to fix that more precisely66?”
“Pree-cise-lee. Hmm…no, I don’t think so.”
“Could you check your records?”
“I don’t do records.”
“Not at all?”
“Nothing ’tall,” Dowd sang. She rotated her arms, breathed in deeply, said,“Ahh. I like the air today.”
“How do you run a business without records, ma’am?”
Nora Dowd smiled. “It’s not a business. I don’t take money.”
“You teach—present experiences for free?”
“I avail myself, provide a time and place and a selectively judgmentalatmosphere for those with courage.”
“What kind of courage?”
“The kind that enables one to accept selective judgment67. The balls to digdeep inside here.” She cupped her left breast with her right hand. “It’s allabout self-revelation.”
“Acting.”
“Performing. Acting is an artificial word. As if life is here”—cocking herhead to the left—“and performance is out here, on another galaxy68. Everything’spart of the same gestalt. That’s a German word for the whole being bigger thanthe sum of the parts. I’m blessed.”
Milo said, “With teaching—availing talent?”
“With an uncluttered consciousness and freedom from worry.”
“Freedom from record-keeping’s pretty good, too.”
Dowd smiled. “That, as well.”
“Does not charging mean freedom from financial worry?”
“Money’s an attitude,” said Nora Dowd brightly.
Milo pulled out the photo of Tori Giacomoand held it in front of her face. Her pace didn’t falter45 and he had to speed upto keep it in her line of vision.
“Not bad looking in a Saturday Night Fever kind of way.” Dowd fended69 off thephoto and Milo dropped his arm.
“You don’t know her?”
“I really can’t say. Why?”
“Her name is Tori Giacomo. She came to L.A.to be an actress, took lessons, disappeared.”
Nora Dowd said, “Disappeared? As in poof?”
“Did she ever avail herself at the PlayHouse?”
“Tori Giacomo…the name doesn’t ring a bell but I can’t give you a yes or nobecause we don’t take attendance.”
“You don’t recognize her but you can’t say no?”
“All sorts of people show up, especially on nights when we do groupexercises. The room’s dark and I certainly can’t be expected to remember everyface. There is a sameness, you know.”
“Young and eager?”
“Young and oh-so hungry.”
“Could you take another look, ma’am?”
Dowd sighed, grabbed the photo, stared for a second. “I simply can’t say yesor no.”
Milo said, “Big crowds show up but you didknow Michaela.”
“Michaela was a regular. Made sure to introduce herself to me.”
“Ambitious?”
“High level of hunger, I’ll give her that. Without serious want there’s nochance of reaching the bottom of the funnel70.”
“What funnel is that?”
Dowd stopped, faltered again, regained71 her balance, and shaped a cone72 withher hands. “At the top are all the strivers. Most of them give up right away,which allows those who remain to sink down a little more.” Her hands dropped.“But there are still far too many and they bump against each other, collide,everyone hungry for the spout73. Some tumble out, others get crushed.”
Milo said, “More room in the funnel forthose with balls.”
Dowd looked up at him. “You’ve got a Charles Laughton thing going on. Everthink of performing?”
He smiled. “So who gets to the bottom of the funnel?”
“Those who are karmically destined74.”
“For celebrity75.”
“That’s not a disease, Lieutenant76. Or should I call you Charles?”
“What’s not?”
“Celebrity,” said Dowd. “Anyone who makes it is a gifted winner. Even if itdoesn’t last long. The funnel’s always shifting. Like a star on its axis77.”
Stars didn’t have axes. I kept that nugget to myself.
Milo said, “Did Michaela have the potentialto make it all the way to the spout?”
“As I said, I don’t want to diss the dead.”
“Did you get along with her, Ms. Dowd?”
Dowd squinted78. Her eyes looked raw and inflamed79. “That’s a strange question.”
“Maybe I’m missing something, ma’am, but you don’t seem too shaken up by hermurder.”
Dowd exhaled80. “Of course I’m sad. I see no reason to reveal myself to you.Now if you’ll let me complete my—”
“In a sec, ma’am. When’s the last time you saw Dylan Meserve?”
“Saw him?”
“At the PlayHouse,” said Milo. “Or anywhereelse.”
“Hmm,” said Dowd. “Hmm, the last time…a week or so? Ten days? He helps outfrom time to time.”
“Helps how?”
“Arranging chairs, that sort of thing. Now I need to get some cleansingexercise, Charles. All this talk has polluted the good air.”
She jogged away from us, moving fast, but with a choppy, knock-kneed stride.The quicker she ran, the more pronounced was her clumsiness. When she was halfa block away, she began shadowboxing. Swung her head from side to side.
Clumsy but loose. Oblivious81 to any notion of imperfection.
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