Once I’m roused, I’m restless for hours.
As Robin1 slept, I prowled the house. Ended up in my office and composed amental list. Switched to a written list.
First thing tomorrow I’d contact Erica Weiss and tell her about Hauser. Moreammunition for her civil suit. If Hauser’s control was that loose, mountinglegal problems might not stop him from harassing4 me. Or getting litigioushimself.
This whole mess could cost me. I tried to convince myself it was the priceof doing business.
Must be nice to be that serene6.
Replaying the scene at the restaurant, I wondered how Hauser had lasted thislong as a therapist. Maybe the smart thing would be filing a preemptive suitagainst him. Officers Hendricks and Minette had appeared to see things my way,so a police report would help. But you never knew.
Milo would know what to do but he had otherthings on his mind.
So did I.
My offer to Robin spilling out like Pentothal chatter7. If she said yes,would that constitute a happy ending?
So many what-ifs.
--- oOo ---
Milo said, “I was just about to call you.”
“Kismet.”
“You don’t want this type of kismet.” He told me why.
I said, “I’ll be right over.”
The note I left on the nightstand read:
Dear R, Had to go out, a bit of the ugly stuff. Stay as long as you’d like.If you have to go, let’s talk tomorrow.
I dressed quietly, tiptoed to the bed, and kissed her cheek. She stirred,reached up with one arm, let it drop as she rolled over.
Girl fragrance8 mixed with the smell of sex. I took one last look at her andleft.
Reynold Peaty’s corpse9 had been wrapped in translucent10 plastic, tied withstout twine11, and loaded onto the right-hand stretcher in the white coroner’svan. The vehicle remained parked in front of Peaty’s apartment building, reardoors open. Bolted metal racks secured the body and the empty stretcher to itsleft.
Busy nights in L.A.,double occupancy transport was a good idea.
Flanking the coroner’s van were four black-and-whites, roof lights pulsing.Terse12 recitations from dispatch operators sparked the night but no one waslistening.
Lots of uniforms standing13 around trying to look official. Miloand Sean Binchy conferred near the farthest cop car. Milotalked and Binchy listened. For the first time since I’d known the youngdetective, he looked upset.
Over the phone, Milo told me the shootinghad taken place an hour ago. But the suspect was just being taken down thestairs of Peaty’s building.
Young Hispanic guy, heavily built, broad skull14 helmeted by dark stubble.Escorted by two huge, gym-rat patrolmen who diminished him.
I’d seen him before, when I’d driven past the building last Sunday.
Father of the young family heading for church. Wife and three chubby15 littlekids. Stiff gray suit that looked out of place.
Kids having kids.
He’d aimed hard eyes my way as I stopped in front of the building. No viewof his eyes now. His arms were cuffed16 behind him and his head hung low.
Barefoot, wearing a black XXXXL T-shirt that nearly reached his knees, saggygray sweatpants that threatened to slip off his hips17, and a big gold fist on achain that swung over the shirt’s snarling18 pit bull BaaadBoyz logo.
Someone had forgotten to remove the bling. Milowent over and rectified19 the situation and the iron-pumper cops seemed abashed20.The suspect looked up as Milo fiddled21, heavylids tenting. When Milo got the chain off, thekid smiled and said something. Milo smiledback. He checked behind the kid’s ears. Waved the cops on and handed thenecklace to an evidence tech who bagged it.
As the uniforms got the shooter into one of the idling cruisers and droveaway, Mrs. Ertha Stadlbraun stepped out of her ground-floor flat and walked tothe sidewalk. Standing just right of the taped perimeter22, she shivered andhugged herself. Her dressing23 gown was custard-yellow and quilted. Fuzzy whitemules encased her feet and yellow rollers turned her hair into whitetortellini. Shiny bright skin; some kind of night cream.
She shivered again and tightened24 her arms. Tenants25 stared out of windows. Sodid a few residents of the dingbat next door.
Milo beckoned26 me over. His face was sweaty.Sean Binchy stayed behind, not doing much of anything. When I got there, hesaid, “Doctor,” and chewed his lip.
Milo said, “Hot town, summer in the city.”
“In February.”
“That’s why we live here.”
I told him about seeing the suspect before. Described the kid’s demeanor27.
He said, “That fits.”
A coroner’s attendant slammed the van’s doors shut, got in, drove away.
I said, “How close is his apartment to Peaty’s?”
“Two doors down. His name’s Armando Vasquez, he’s got a sealed juvenile28 ganghistory, claims to be a steadily29 working, church-going married man for the pastfour years. Has a landscaping gig with a company that maintains some of the bigB.H. properties north of Sunset. He used to just mow30 grass but this year helearned to trim trees. He’s pretty proud of that.”
“How old is he?”
“Twenty-one. Wife’s nineteen, three kids under five. For the most part theystayed asleep while I tried to chat with their daddy. One time the oldesttoddled in. I let Vasquez kiss the kid. Kid smiled at me.” He sighed. “Vasquezhas no adult sheet, so maybe he’s telling the truth about finding God. Theneighbors I’ve spoken to so far say the kids can be noisy but the familydoesn’t cause problems. No one liked Peaty. Apparently31, everyone in thebuilding’s been jabbering32 about him, since we met with Stadlbraun.”
He glanced at the old woman. Still hugging herself, staring out at thedarkened street. She seemed to be fighting for composure.
I said, “She spread the word Peaty was dangerous.”
Milo nodded. “The ol’ gossip mill waschugging along. Before Vasquez dummied up, he told me Peaty always rubbed himthe wrong way.”
“Prior conflict?”
“No fights, just lots of tension. Vasquez didn’t like Peaty living so close.The term he used was ‘fuckin’ crazy dude.’ After he said that, he startedmoving his head back and forth33 and up and down. I said, ‘What’re you doing,Armando?’ He says, ‘Crossing myself. You got me cuffed so I’m doing it thisway.’”
“Did Peaty ever bother his wife?”
“He stared at her, which is consistent with what everyone else says.‘Fuckin’ crazy stare.’ Unfortunately for Vasquez, it’s not justification34 forblowing Peaty’s brains out.”
Sean Binchy came over, still looking uneasy. “Need me for anything more,Loot?”
“No, go home. Relax.”
Binchy flinched35. “Thanks. Hey, Doc. Bye.”
Milo said, “You did fine, Sean.”
“Whatever.”
When he left, I said, “What’s bothering him?”
“The lad has an overdeveloped sense of responsibility. He worked a robberycase all day, got off at eleven, and decided36 on his own to watch Peaty. Hestarted here, didn’t see Peaty’s minivan, went out for a burger at atwenty-four-hour spot, got back just after midnight and spotted37 the van a blockup that way.”
He pointed38 east. “He was looking for a watch spot in the alley39 when he heardthe three shots. Peaty caught all of ’em full-faced. You wouldn’t figure thatphysiog could get any uglier but…”
“Sean’s feeling guilty about not being here.”
“About the burger. About nothing. No way he could’ve prevented it.”
“Did he arrest Vasquez?”
“He called for backup then went up the stairs. Peaty’s body was out on thewalkway between the apartments. At that point, Sean waited for the blues40 and they went door to door. When they got to Vasquez’s apartment, Vasquez was sittingon his couch watching TV, the gun’s right next to him and so are the wife and the oldest kid. Vasquez puts up his hands and says, ‘I killed his ass5, do yourthing.’ The wife starts bawlin’, the kid stays real quiet.”
“How’d it happen?” I said.
“When I got to specifics, Vasquez got laryngitis. My sense is he’s beenstewing on Peaty for a while, started bubbling over when ol’ Ertha told himabout my visit. For some reason, tonight he got tired of doing nothing, sawPeaty come home, and went out to tell him to stay away from Mrs. Vasquez. Asthey say in the papers, a confrontation41 ensued. Vasquez claims Peaty made amove on him, he needed to defend himself, boom boom boom.”
“Vasquez went out there armed.”
“There is that minor42 detail,” he said. “Maybe some lawyer will try to twistit as evidence Vasquez was scared of Peaty.”
“Alcohol or dope involved?” I said.
“Vasquez admits to four beers and that fits with the empties in his trashbasket. With his body weight that might or might not be relevant, depends whatthe bloodwork turns up. Now let’s see if the techies are through with Peaty’sdomicile.”
A room and a half bath, both tiny and putrid43.
Fetid mélange of old cheese, charred44 tobacco, body gas, garlic, oregano.
An empty, grease-stained pizza box sat open on the metal-frame double bed.Crumbs45 dandruffed rumpled46 sheets the color of wet newsprint and green bedcoversprinted with a repeating pattern of top hats and bowlers47. Several, large,unpleasant stains on the sheets. Wads of dirty laundry filled most of the floorspace. A waist-high stack of Old Milwaukee six-packs and the bed filled whatwas left. Fingerprint48 dust everywhere. That seemed unnecessary—the body hadfallen outside—but you never knew about lawyers’ creativity.
Milo kicked his way through the jumble49 andapproached a wooden packing crate50 that served as a bed stand. Cluttering51 thetop were oily takeout menus, balled-up tissues, crushed empty beer cans—Icounted fourteen—a gallon bottle of Tyger fortified52 wine two-thirds empty, aneconomy-sized flask53 of Pepto-Bismol.
The only real furniture other than the bed was a ragged54 three-drawer dresserthat supported a nineteen-inch TV and a VCR large enough to be quaint55.Rabbit-ear antenna56.
I said, “No cable box,” and opened a dresser drawer. “His entertainmentneeds were simple.”
Inside were boxed videotapes, stacked like books in a horizontal shelf. Loudcolors. Lots of X’s. Not-So Legal Temptresses, Volumes 1 through 11.ShowerTeen, Upskirt Adventures, X-Ray Journey, Voyeur’s Village.
The bottom two drawers held clothing that looked no fresher than the mess onthe floor. Under a tangle57 of T-shirts, Milofound an envelope with $600 in cash and a small plastic box marked Sewing Kit58,filled with five tightly round joints59.
The half bath was a cubicle60 in the corner. My nose had accommodated tobedroom stench but this was a new challenge. The shower was fiberglass, barelybig enough for a woman, let alone a man of Peaty’s bulk. Originally beige, nowbrown, with a blackish-green crop of something flourishing at the drain. Astreaked, spotted mirror was glued to the wall over the sink; no medicinecabinet. On the floor next to the cracked, grimy toilet was a small wicker box.Inside was an assortment61 of antacids and OTC analgesics62, a toothbrush thatlooked as if it hadn’t been used in a while, an amber63 pharmacy64 bottlecontaining two Vicodin pills. The original prescription65 had been for twenty-onetabs, prescribed by a doctor at a Las Vegas clinic seven years ago and filled at the clinic’spharmacy.
“Saving it for the bad times,” I said. “Or the good.”
“The occasional highball,” said Milo.“Trailer-park style.”
He returned to the bedroom, searched under the bed, came up dusty andempty-handed. Held his hands away from his slacks, glanced at the bathroom.“I’m not sure using that sink would make me cleaner…let’s see if there’s a hoseoutdoors.”
Before we descended66 the stairs, he took me for a look at the kill-spot.Peaty had shed a lot of red. The spot where he’d fallen was demarcated by blacktape.
A uniform stood outside the Vasquez apartment. Milosaluted her and we found a hose near Mrs. Stadlbraun’s apartment. She was backinside, drapes drawn67 tight.
When he finished washing off, he said, “Any insights?”
“If Peaty’s our bad guy, he didn’t keep trophies68 or anything else ofinterest,” I said.
But I was wrong.
In the rear of the rust-spotted red minivan, Milofound boxes of cleaning supplies, tarps, brooms, mops, washcloths. Buried underthe tarps was a brown, double-decker toolbox. A key-lock dangled69 from the haspbut it had been left unbolted.
Milo gloved up and opened the box. In thetop foldaway rack were screwdrivers70, hammers, wrenches71, pliers, little plasticcylinders of screws and nails. In the compartments72 below were a set of burglarpicks, two rolls of duct tape, a box cutter, a wire cutter, a push-buttonstiletto, a spool73 of thick, white nylon rope, four sets of women’s panty hose,a blue steel automatic pistol wrapped in a grubby pink washcloth.
Loaded gun. Plenty of ammunition3 left in the box of .22-caliber bulletswedged into a corner of the toolbox.
Next to the bullets, something else wrapped in terry. Round, firm.
Milo unwrapped it. Souvenir snow globe. Thepink plastic base read MALIBU, CALIF. SURF’S UP!
He upended the sphere. White flakes74 fluttered over a cobalt ocean. Heexamined the underside of the base. “Made in U.S.A. New Hampshire. That explains it. Sons ofbitches wanted to think of us frozen just like them.”
He returned the globe to the box, walkie-talkied one of the techs at themurder scene. “Lucio? Drive up a ways. There’s more.”
While the crime scene crew did their thing with the van, Milolocated the VIN number and did a search.
Stolen four years ago in Highland75 Park and never recovered, the registered owner WendellA. Chong. Chong had a home address in South Pasadenathat Milo copied down.
I said, “Peaty cleans lots of buildings on the east side, probably spottedan opportunity a year after he arrived in California and never bothered to tell theboss. Brad Dowd’s paying for van-pool pickup76. Peaty used the service most ofthe time. Meanwhile, he had an option.”
“Equipped with a burglary/rape kit.” He frowned. “Okay, let’s boogie.”
It was twelve thirty-four when I followed him to a Coco’s at Pico and Wooster. He spent a longtime in the men’s room, came out with hands scrubbed pink and damp hair.
“Didn’t know they provide showers,” I said.
“I prayed to the sink.” He ordered Boston cream pie and coffee for both ofus.
I said, “Not hungry.”
“Good. This way I get two without looking like a pig. So Peaty’s anextremely bad guy. What does the globe mean?”
“The globe Dylan gave to Nora could’ve been part of a duo. Or a collection.One got left in Dylan’s car because Peaty was bragging78. The other he kept formasturbatory memories.”
“Meaning, if you’re Prudential, don’t write a policy on Nora and Meserve.Any guesses where to start looking for their bodies?”
I shook my head. “The van and the kit say Peaty could’ve traveled anywhere.They also provide a scenario79 for Michaela. He targeted her at the PlayHouse,followed her home, found out she lived close to him. After that, it was easyfor him to watch her from the van. When the time was right, he snagged her,drove her somewhere secluded80, and strangled her. Maybe even in the van.”
He frowned. “Abduction and seclusion81 sounds like bringing Dylan andMichaela’s hoax82 to life. You think that’s what stimulated83 Peaty?”
“He’d probably been watching Michaela for a while but the hoax clinched84 it.And Michaela getting kicked out of class meant she spent more evenings at homealone.”
“Wherever he did her, Alex, he brought her back to the neighborhood. What’sthat, staying in his comfort zone?”
“Or just the opposite,” I said. “Whoever killed Tori Giacomo dumped her in Griffith Park and concealed85 her body quiteefficiently. The park’s miles from Tori’s apartment in the Valley and evenfarther from Peaty’s. It’s also a brief freeway detour86 from the Valley toPasadena—get off the 101 and take the 5 for one exit, do your thing, get backon.”
“Dropping her off on the way to work,” he said. “Same way he stole the van.”
“But getting away with Tori could’ve made him more daring with Michaela.With everyone thinking he had no wheels, he didn’t worry about the body beingtraced back to him. So he left her right out in the open.”
“The no-wheels lie wasn’t hard to uncover.”
“Wanting to brag77 overrode87 his caution,” I said. “He was no criminal genius.Like most of them.”
The pie arrived. He ate his, reached for mine. “Maybe with Michaela, he wasjust being lazy. Seeing as she lived so close to him, no reason to roam. Toriwas in North Hollywood, no sense bringing herhome. So what about the Gaidelases? Peaty’s video collection is consistent withhis Peeping Tom arrest. Good-looking young women.”
I said, “It’s hard to square the Gaidelases with that, but like I saidbefore, he could’ve had other kinks. The car recovered in Camarillo’s a tougher fit. If he left his vannear the murder site and drove the Gaidelases’ rental88 to the outlets89, how’d heget back to Malibu?”
“To me that’s no problem. He hitchhiked, stole another set of wheels, took abus—or he never drove the rental in the first place. All he needed to do wasleave it parked on Kanan Dume, windows wide open, keys in the ignition. Openinvitation for some joyriding kid.”
“Joyride to the outlets?” I said. “Juvenile delinquents90 looking for bargains?”
“Why not? Shoplift some cool Nikes and hip-hop sweats. Any way you look atit, having Mr. Peaty swept off this mortal coil is no loss.”
“True.”
Several bites later: “What’s on your mind?”
“The scenarios91 we’ve constructed depend on planning and patience. The wayPeaty died—not backing off from an armed man—showed a lack of control.”
“He was drunk. Or Vasquez didn’t give him a chance to back off.”
“Vasquez just went out there and shot him?”
“It happens.”
“It does,” I said. “But think about this: the Gaidelases’ bodies have neverbeen found and their credit cards were never used. Plus someone took thetrouble to phone utilities in Ohioand have their power shut off. That’s high-level calculation and discretion92.Peaty was nabbed by a bystander watching college girls while beating off. Hecontinued to stare openly at women and gave them the creeps. That sounddiscreet?”
“Even morons93 learn, Alex. But let’s put the Gaidelases aside for a moment.Are you okay with Michaela and Tori as Peaty’s handiwork?”
I nodded.
“Good, because stolen wheels, duct tape, rope, a knife, a loaded gun are thekind of evidence I can write up. Basic gear from your local Psycho KillerEmporium.” He massaged94 a temple. Ate pie, drank coffee. Pushed the empty plateback in front of me and called for a refill.
The waitress said, “Boy, you guys were hungry.”
Milo grinned. She thought it was sincereand smiled back.
When she was gone, his eyes clouded. “Almost two years passed between Toriand Michaela. The nasty old question resurfaces.”
“How many others in between,” I said.
“Peaty tags ’em at the PlayHouse. No curriculum, no attendance roster,people drop in and out. It’s a predator’s dream. I thought maybe Nora was beingevasive when she told me that. Now, with her looking more and more like avictim, I believe her.”
“We found no additional trophies in Peaty’s apartment or the van. So maybethere are no other victims.”
“Or he’s got a storage bin2 somewhere.”
“Could be. I’d start with the buildings where Peaty did janitorial95 work.”
“Grabbing freebie storage,” he said. “Maybe that explains stashing96 Meserve’sToyota inBrad’s garage. It also fits big-time hostility97 toward authority. All thoseproperties the Dowds own, Peaty doing the scut. Be hard for Brad to monitorevery bit of space…so what were you calling me about before I told you aboutPeaty?”
“Not important.”
“It was important enough to call.”
I recounted the scene with Hauser.
“You and Robin?”
“Yup.”
He worked hard at stoicism. “Guy’s a shrink? Sounds like a nut.”
“At the very least he’s an ugly drunk.”
“They arrest him?”
“Don’t know,” I said. “They took him away in an ambulance.”
“You clocked him good, huh?”
“I used discretion.”
He squinted98, turned his hands to blades, chopped the air, whispered,“‘Heeyah!’ I thought you’d given up on all that black belt stuff.”
“Never got past brown belt,” I said. “It’s like riding a bike.”
“Hopefully the fool will wake up with a sore nose and realize the error ofhis ways. Want me to get the reports?”
“I was hoping.”
“Any detectives show up?”
“Just uniforms. Hendricks and Minette. He-and-she team.”
He phoned Pacific Division, asked to speak to the watch commander, explainedthe situation, listened, hung up smiling. “In the official police record, youare treated as a victim. Hauser was booked for creating a disturbance99 in apublic place and released. What kind of car does he drive?”
“Don’t waste time cruising by.”
“A shrink, let’s see…I’m guessing Volvo, maybe some kind of Volkswagen.”
“Audi Quattro.”
“Right continent,” he said. “Yeah, I’ll cruise by, you’re welcome.”
“It’s unlikely he’ll persist, Milo. When hesobers up he’ll realize another disturbance will mess him up in civil court. Ifhe doesn’t, his lawyer will educate him.”
“If he was that smart, Alex, he’d never have stalked you in the firstplace.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’m okay and you’ve got a full plate.”
“Interesting,” he said.
“What is?”
He loosened his belt and suppressed a belch100. “Your choice of gastronomicimagery.”
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