Erica Weiss phoned back while I was in the shower. I dried off and reachedher at her office.
“What an experience, Doctor. You okay?” Like many referrals, she was just aphone voice to me. Fast-talking, high-energy, peppy as a cheerleader.
“I’m fine. Any word on Hauser?”
“Haven’t checked yet. What exactly transpired1?”
When I finished the re-tell, she was peppier. “His malpractice carrier willbe thrilled to learn the ante just got upped. Idiot just cooked his goose well-done.When can I depose2 you?”
“Everything’s in the police report,” I said.
“Even so. When’s convenient for you?”
Never. “How about tomorrow?”
“I was thinking more like today.”
“It’s short notice.”
“Those poor women could use their settlements, Doctor.”
“Try me late in the afternoon.”
“You’re a doll,” she said. “I’ll come to you with the court reporter. Justname the place.”
“Let’s talk later.”
“Commitment-shy? Sure, whatever works, but please make it sooner rather thanlater.”
Billy Dowd’s address was on the south side of Beverly Hills, a short walk to Roxbury Park. Last year, I’dwitnessed a shoot-out at the park that had never made the papers. This was Beverly Hills, with itsaura of safety and ninety-second police response.
Lots of Spanish-style duplexes from the twenties on the block. Billy’s waspink with leaded windows, a red-clay roof, and exuberant3 plaster moldings. Anunfenced gateway4 led to a tile-inlaid stairway that climbed to the secondfloor. The overhang created a shaded entry nook for the ground-floor unit.
The wrought-iron mailbox inside the left-hand gatepost was unmarked. Iclimbed to the upstairs unit and knocked on a heavy carved door. Thepeep-window was blocked by a wooden slat but it stayed closed as the dooropened.
A brunette in a white nylon uniform dress looked at me while combing herhair. Coarse hair chopped boyish meant short brisk strokes. She was fortyishwith a dangerous tan, a beakish nose, and close-set black eyes. Santa Monica Hospital name tag above her left breast:A. Holzer, R.N.
A strange man showing up unannounced didn’t perturb5 her.
“Can I help you?” Some kind of Teutonic accent.
“Billy Dowd lives downstairs?”
“Yes, but he’s not here.”
I showed her my police consultant6 I.D. Expired six months ago. Very fewpeople are detail-oriented. A. Holzer barely glanced at it. “Police? AboutBilly?”
“One of Billy and his brother’s employees was involved in some trouble.”
“Oh—you wish to speak to Billy about that?”
“Actually, I’m here to see you.”
“Me? Why?”
“You look after Billy?”
“Look after?” She laughed. “He’s a grown man.”
“Physically he is,” I said.
The hand around the hairbrush turned glossy7. “I don’t understand why you areasking these questions. Billy is all right?”
“He’s fine. These are routine questions. Sounds as if you like him.”
“Of course I do, Billy is very nice,” she said. “Listen, I am very tired,got off shift early this morning. I would like to sleep—”
“Eleven-to-seven shift your usual?”
“Yes. That’s why I would like to sleep.” New smile. Frosty.
“Sounds like you deserve it. What unit do you work on?”
“Cardiac Care—”
“Eight hours of CCU care, then all the time you spend with Billy.”
“It’s not—Billy doesn’t require—why is this important?” She placed a hand onthe door.
“It probably isn’t,” I said. “But when something really bad happens, lots ofquestions need to be asked. About everyone who knew the victim.”
“There was a victim. Someone was hurt?”
“Someone was murdered.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Gotten Himmel—who?”
“A man named Reynold Peaty.”
Head shake. “I don’t know this person.”
“He did janitorial8 work at some of Brad and Billy’s buildings.” I describedPeaty.
When I got to the muttonchops, she said, “Oh, him.”
“You’ve met him.”
“Not a meeting, just seeing.”
“He came here,” I said.
She plucked at her badge. Gave her hair a few more whacks9.
“Ms. Holzer—”
“Annalise Holzer.” Lower voice, soft, guarded. I half expected a rank andserial number.
I said, “Reynold Peaty came to see Billy.”
“No, no, not to see, to bring things back.”
“Things?”
“Things Billy forgets. At the office. Sometimes Mr. Dowd brings themhimself, sometimes I guess he sends this man.”
“Reynold Peaty.”
“Billy didn’t kill him, that is for sure. Billy opens the windows to letflies out so he doesn’t have to hit them.”
“Gentle.”
“Gentle,” Annalise Holzer agreed. “Like a nice little boy.”
“But forgetful,” I said.
“Everyone forgets.”
“What does Billy forget?”
“The watch, the wallet. Lots of times the wallet.”
“Mr. Peaty came by and gave you the wallet?”
“No,” she said. “He tells me Billy lost the wallet and he is returning thewallet.”
“How many times did that happen?”
“A few,” she said. “I do not count.”
Lots of times the wallet. I raised an eyebrow10.
Annalise Holzer said, “A few times, that’s all.”
“Those times, did Mr. Peaty go inside Billy’s apartment?”
“I don’t know.”
“You watch him.”
“Nein,” she said. “Not watching, not babysitting. Mr. Dowd asks me to helpif Billy needs something.”
“Sounds like a good job.”
Shrug11.
“Good salary?”
“No money, only less rent.”
“Mr. Dowd’s your landlord?”
“Very nice landlord, some of them are like…snakes.”
Milo hadn’t mentioned any Beverly Hills properties in the Dowds’ holdings.
I said, “So you get a discount on the rent in return for looking in onBilly.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“What does that involve day to day?”
“Being here,” said Annalise Holzer. “If he needs something.”
“How does Billy get around?”
“Get around?”
“Go from place to place. He doesn’t drive.”
“He does not go out much,” said Annalise Holzer. “Sometimes I take him to amovie on Sunday. Century City, I drop him off,pick him up. Mostly I rent him DVDs from the video store on Olympic near Al-mont Drive.Billy has a big flat-screen TV, better than a movie theater, no?”
“Anyone else ever drive him?”
“Mr. Dowd picks him up in the morning and brings him home. Every day theywork.”
Wide circuit from Santa Monica Canyon12 to Beverly Hills and back to the beach city. Brad’s unpaid13 job.
“Is there anyone else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Taxi, car service?”
“Never do I see that.”
“So Billy doesn’t go out much.”
“Never by himself,” said Annalise Holzer. “Never do I see him go out, evento walk. I like to walk, when I ask him does he want to walk with me, he tellsme, ‘Annalise, I did not like gym in school. I’m a big couch potato.’” Shesmiled. “I joke with him that he is lazy. He laughs.”
“Does he have any friends?”
“No—but he is very friendly.”
“A homebody,” I said.
The word puzzled her.
“He comes home and stays here.”
“Yes, yes, exactly. Watching the flat screen, DVDs, eating—I cook,sometimes. He likes some things…sauerbraten—special veal14 meat. Spaetzle, it isa kind of noodle. I cook for two, bring it downstairs.” She looked over hershoulder. The room behind her was tidy and bright. White porcelain15 figurinescrowded the ledge16 of an arched, tiled mantel.
In the current market, the rent would be three, four thousand a month. Steepon a nurse’s pay.
“You live alone, Ms. Holzer?”
“Yes.”
“You’re from Germany?”
“Lichtenstein.” She pinched thumb to forefinger17. “It is a teeny tiny littlecountry between—”
“Austria and Switzerland,” Isaid.
“You know Lichtenstein?”
“I’ve heard it’s pretty. Banking18, castles, Alps.”
“It is pretty, yes,” she agreed. “But I like it here better.”
“L.A.’s moreexciting.”
“More to do, the music, the horses, the beach.”
“You ride?”
“Anything with sunshine,” she said.
“Working nights and sleeping days and doing things for Billy.”
“Work is good. Sometimes I do a double shift.”
“What are Billy’s needs?” I said.
“Very easy. If he wants takeout and it is a long time for the restaurant todeliver, I get him his dinner. There is Domino Pizza on Doheny near Olympic.Billy likes Thai food, there’s a nice place on La Cienega and Olympic. Sushi isalso on Olympic. Nice place near Doheny. Very convenient, being near Olympic.”
“Billy’s a gourmet19.”
“Billy eats anything,” said Annalise Holzer. “You must really think of himas a boy. A good boy.”
When I was back on Olympic, I celled Milo,expecting voice mail because he was with Armando Vasquez.
“Canceled,” he said. “Vasquez’s D.P.D. had other plans but didn’t bother totell me. The prelim on Michaela’s autopsy20 finally came in. I woulda been therebut they did it earlier than scheduled. Bottom line is no sign of sexual assault,cause of death was strangulation, the stab wounds on her chest were relativelysuperficial. The neck wound was a puncture21, pathologist can’t say what causedit. Get to Billy’s place yet?”
“Just finished with that and you’re going to feel smart. The woman upstairsis a nurse on the night shift at Santa Monica Hospital,meaning she’s gone by ten fifteen or so. Plus, she thinks L.A.’s an exciting city, likes art, thebeach, riding horses. Her tan says she’s out plenty during the day.”
“Not much supervision22.”
“On top of that, Peaty came to Billy’s apartment several times. Claimed hewas sent by Brad to return things Billy left at the office. Brad told us hethought Peaty wasn’t licensed23 to drive. Unless he lied about that, Peatymisrepresented his presence.”
“How many times is several?”
“The woman couldn’t quantify. Or wouldn’t. She said Billy lost his wallet alot. Then she backtracked to ‘a few.’”
“What’s her name?”
“Annalise Holzer. She’s one of those people who gives you lots of detailsand ends up not telling you much. She considers Billy childlike, gracious,absolutely no problem. Some of that could be the rent-break Brad gives her. Thebuilding’s another Dowd property.”
“That so? Not on the BNB list.”
“Maybe the Dowds have another corporation or a holding company that doesn’ttrace back to their names.”
“All that real estate,” he said. “These people have got to be hugely rich,and rich people get protected.”
“Holzer was protective, all right. But I wouldn’t trust her to know thedetails of Billy’s life.”
“Meaning Peaty coulda been a regular at Darling Billy’s. I’ve got to take aserious look at the guy. After I speak to Vasquez’s wife. That’s the change inplans. All of a sudden, I can’t have access to Armando until I talk to themissus.”
“About what?”
“P.D.’s being cryptic24. It’ll probably turn out to be a stupid lawyer trickbut the D.A. insists I check it out.”
“D.A.’s office has their own investigators25.”
“Whom they pay. That’s why I’m figuring it for scut palmed off on me.”
“Where are you meeting the wife?”
“Right here in my office, half an hour.”
“I’m twenty minutes away.”
“Good.”
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