Anew stack of rugs arrived. Angeline Wasserman inspected a fringe. “Theseknots are tangled1.”
Milo muttered, “Story of my life.”
If she heard him, she didn’t indicate. “Darius, are these the best you’vegot?”
Driving to Butler Avenue,I said, “AmEx Black, never used.”
“I know, same as with the Gaidelases. But do you see them tooling around ina Range Rover that just happens to match Nora Dowd’s?”
No need to answer.
When we arrived at the station, Milodemanded his messages from the new receptionist, a terrified bald man in hisforties named Tom, who said, “There’s nothing new, Lieutenant2, I promise.”
I followed Milo’s chuffy climb up thestairs. When we reached his office, he unpacked3 his attaché, placed the autopsyfile next to his computer, and requested a BOLO on the Range Rover, all beforesitting down.
“How about this, Alex: Nora and Meserve have an 805 love nest and thosebrochures were a diversion. I’m thinking something on the beach because what’sa rich girl without a beach house? Could be right there in Camarillo,or farther north—Oxnard Harbor, Ventura,Carpinteria, Mussel Shoals, Santa Barbara, or points beyond.”
I said, “Could be points south, too. Maybe Meserve didn’t know Latigo becausehe’d hiked there.”
“Nora’s a Malibugal,” he said. “Has a rural hideaway tucked in the mountains.”
“Something registered to her individually, not part of the BNB partnership4.”
“Easy enough to find out what she pays property tax on.” He flipped6 thecomputer on. The screen flashed blue, then black, sparked a couple of times,and died. Several attempts to reboot were greeted by silence.
He said, “Expelling profanities is a waste of oxygen. Let me borrow someoneelse’s terminal.”
I used the time to leave another message for Robin7. Read through Michaela’sautopsy findings again.
Playing with veins8 and arteries9.
The PlayHouse.
Nora tiring of theatrical10 abstractions. Meeting Dylan Meserve anddiscovering common interests.
Embalming11. Nora’s taste in pets.
Milo returned.
“Good news?” I said.
“If failure’s your idea of success. The circuit that feeds all the computersis down, tech support was summoned hours ago. I’m going downtown to theassessor’s office to do it the old-fashioned way. If tax leeches12 communicatewith their buds in other counties maybe I can get hooked up with Ventura and Santa Barbara. If not, I’m on the road again.”
Humming the Willie Nelson song.
“You’re taking this well.”
“All part of my audition,” he said.
“For what?”
“Mentally stable individual.” Grabbing his jacket, he opened the door andheld it for me.
I said, “Taxidermy.”
“What?”
“The coroner’s guess about embalming. Think Nora’s fluffy13 dog.”
He sat back down. “Some horrific arts and crafts thing?”
“I was thinking stage prop5.”
“For what?”
“Grand Guignol.”
He shut his eyes, knuckled14 a temple. “Your mind…” The eyes opened. “If Dowdand Meserve have an evil hobby, why wasn’t Michaela actually messed with?”
“She was rejected,” I said. “Same for Tori Giacomo. Or not. Scattered15 bonesmake it impossible to know.”
“Why?”
I shook my head. “That level of pathology, the symbolism can be beyondanyone else’s comprehension.”
“Two pretty girls wrong for the part,” he said. “The Gaidelases, on theother hand, have never been found. Meaning maybe their heads are hanging on adamn wall?”
Another temple massage16. “Okay, now that the images are firmly planted in mybrain and I’m sure to have a lovely day, let’s get the hell out of here.”
I followed him up the hall. When we reached the stairwell, he said, “Snuffand stuff. I can always count on you to cheer me up.”
On our way out, Tom the receptionist sang out, “Have a nice day,Lieutenant.”
Milo’s reply was sotto voce and obscene. Heleft me standing17 on the sidewalk and continued to the staff parking lot.
Seeing his irritation18 at the lost messages brought to mind the disgustedlook on Albert Beamish’s face yesterday.
Constitutional crankiness? Or had the old man, ever eager to spread dirt onthe Dowds, poked19 around and actually learned something useful? Tried to tattleand got no callback?
No sense overloading20 Milo’s circuits. Idrove to Hancock Park.
Beamish’s doorbell was answered by a tiny Indonesian maid in a black uniformclutching a dust-clogged feather duster.
“Mr. Beamish, please.”
“No home.”
“Any idea when he’ll be back?”
“No home.”
Walking over to Nora’s house, I took a close look at the barn doors of hergarage. Bolted. I nudged the panels, felt some give, but my bare hands wereunable to spread the doors wide enough. Milohad left it at that. I wasn’t bound by the rules of evidence.
Fetching a crowbar from the trunk of the Seville, I carried it parallel to my leg,went back, and managed to pry21 the doors an inch apart.
A stale gasoline smell blew out. No Range Rover or any other vehicle. Atleast Milo could be spared the bother of awarrant.
My cell phone beeped. “Dr. Delaware?It’s Karen from your exchange. I’ve got a message from Dr. Gwynn that wasmarked priority. He asked if you can come by his office soon as you have achance.”
“Dr. Gwynn’s a she,” I said.
“Oh…sorry. Louise wrote this one down, I’m new. Do you usually specifygender?”
“Don’t worry about it. When was the call?”
“Twenty minutes ago, just before I came on.”
“Did Dr. Gwynn give a reason for wanting me over?”
“It just says asap, Doctor. Want the number?”
“I know it.”
For Allison to reach out, it had to be something bad. Her grandmother.Another stroke? Worst-case scenario23?
Even so, why call me?
Maybe because she had no one else.
Her message tape picked up. I drove to Santa Monica.
Empty waiting room. The red light next to her name was unlit, meaning nosession in progress. I pushed open the door to the inner offices, proceededthrough a short hall to Allison’s corner suite24. Knocked on her door and didn’twait for an answer.
She wasn’t at her desk. Or in one of the soft white patient chairs.
When I said, “Allison?” no one answered.
This felt wrong.
Before I could process that thoroughly25, the back of my head exploded inpain.
Hammer-on-melon pain.
Cartoonists are right; you really do see stars.
I reeled, got smashed again. Back of the neck this time.
I sank to my knees, wobbled on Allison’s soft carpet, fought forconsciousness.
Anew pain burned my right flank. Sharp, electric. Was I being cut?
Heavy breathing behind me, someone straining with effort, blur26 of darktrouser leg.
The second kick to my ribs27 took all the fight out of me and I went down onmy face.
Hard leather continued to have its way with bone. My brain rang like a gong.I tried to ward28 off further blows but my arms were numb22.
For some reason, I counted.
Three kicks, four, five, six for good meas—
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