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“No, sir, they came in later. Around eight.” A pause. “I probably shouldn’t have let them in, huh.”
“It doesn’t matter, Gabe.” Decker studied the room. There were a lot of clothes in the closet and a small safe. Decker asked the boy if he knew the combination number.
“Uh, not to this one. But I know the code she usually uses.”
“Could you try to open it?”
“Sure.”
Gabe punched in a set of numbers. It took him a couple of tries, but eventually the door opened. It was loaded with cash and jewelry. Decker said, “Do you have anything to transport the valuables in?”
“Why?”
“If your mom doesn’t come back, you can’t stay here alone.”
“I’ll be all right.”
“I’m sure you can take care of yourself, but I’m a cop and you’re a minor. I’d be in violation of the law if I let you stay here alone. Plus, under the circumstances, I wouldn’t want you alone even if you were eighteen.”
“Where are you going to take me?”
“You’ve got a choice.” Decker rubbed his temples. “I know you have a grandfather and an aunt that live in L.A. Would you feel comfortable calling either of them up? I’ll be happy to take you over there.”
“Is that my only choice?”
“You could spend the night at my house and hopefully things will work out in the morning.”
“That would be my first choice. I’d way prefer that to my grandfather. My aunt is nice, but she’s a little ditzy. She’s not much older than I am.”
“How old is Melissa?”
“Twenty-one…a very young twenty-one.”
“All right. So this is what we’ll do. You go home with my wife. I’m going to stick around here for a while and try to figure out what’s going on.”
“Why can’t I stay here with you while you try to figure it out?”
“Because it may take a long time. It’s best if you go home with my wife and let me do my job. I’ll catch you in the morning. If your mom comes home, I’ll call you right away. And if you happen to hear from either your mother or father, you call me right away, so I’m not spinning my wheels. Fair enough?”
The boy nodded. “Thank you, sir. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem.” Decker pulled out a notepad. “I have your mom’s number. I’ll need your dad’s number and your cell number.”
Gabe rattled off a series of number. “You know that my dad changes phones all the time. A number might be working one day and disconnected the next.”
“When was the last time you spoke to your dad?”
“Let me think. Chris called me Saturday morning…around eleven. He’d just landed. He told me he was at the airport and was meeting with Mom tomorrow.”
“And you said?”
“I don’t really remember. Something like…cool. Then he asked me how she was and I said she was fine. It was like a two-minute conversation…which is pretty typical for us.” Gabe bit his lip. “Chris doesn’t really like me. I’m an annoyance, something that stands between him and Mom. He rarely talks to me unless it’s about my music or my mom. But he’s forced to deal with me because I’m what links him and Mom together. It’s really messed up.”
“Your father’s messed up. You wouldn’t happen to know his flight number, would you?”
Gabe shook his head.
“Do you know what airlines he usually chooses?”
“When he doesn’t fly privately, he takes American first class coast to coast. He likes to stretch out.”
“If he left the L.A. area, where do you think he’d go?”
“He could go home. Or he could go to Nevada and camp out there for a while.”
“He owns brothels in Elko, doesn’t he?” When the boy blushed, Decker said, “Would you know the name of his places?”
“One’s the Pleasure Dome.” His face was bright red. “The Pleasure Palace…he has like three or four places with word ‘pleasure’ in them.”
“Have you tried calling the places?”
The boy shook his head. “I don’t have the numbers. They might be listed. I could call up information if you want.”
“No, I can take it from here. Why don’t you pack a few things, take out the money and the jewelry from the safe, and then I’ll walk you back to the lobby.”
“I’m so sorry to be a pain. I feel like a jerk.”
“It’s no problem.” He put his arm around the boy’s shoulders. At first the kid stiffened, but then his shoulders relaxed under the weight of Decker’s arm. “And don’t be too concerned. It’ll probably work out.”
“Everything works out. Sometimes it works out good. And sometimes it works out bad. It’s the bad that concerns me.”
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_e4f3c5a8-c3d7-50b8-827a-2cb21b115ff5)
THE CAR WAS quiet on the way home, the boy staring out at the passenger window, looking like a forlorn puppy. Rina didn’t even bother to try to engage him. It took all of her energy to drive Peter’s Porsche. He had souped up the engine to God-only-knows-how-many horsepower and the clutch required muscle. Thank goodness most of the ride was on an empty freeway and in one gear.
As soon as she parked in the driveway, the kid leaped out of the car like a caged cat finally set free. His baggage was a school knapsack that he carried by one strap, a laptop, and a small duffel. He was tall for his age, with spindly legs. His pants had a hard time staying on his nonexistent hips.
Rina put the key in the front door lock. “Lieutenant Decker and I have four children, but only our daughter still lives at home. She’s seventeen.” She opened the front door and yelled out a hello. From behind the bedroom door, Hannah answered back.
“We’ve got company,” Rina said. “Could you come out a moment?” “Now?”
“It’s okay.” Gabe cringed.
Rina tried to look reassuring as Hannah came storming out in her pajamas and robe. The two teens took each other in with a quick sweep of the eye. Rina said, “Hannah, this is Gabe Whitman. He’s going to be staying with us tonight. Could you show him to your brothers’ room and make up the bed?”
“I can do it,” Gabe said, pink-cheeked.
“So can Hannah,” Rina said.
“I’ll do it.” Hannah shrugged. “You need anything to eat? I was gonna get myself some cherries. You want to look around the fridge?”
“Uh…sure.” Gabe followed her into the kitchen and that was that.
Sometimes peer counseling was far superior to the best mothering.
AFTER HANNAH WASHED the cherries, she gave him a handful in a paper bowl. “These are really good. I think my mom got them at the farmers’ market.”
“Produce is really good out here.”
“Out here? Where are you from?”
“New York.”
“The city?”
“The burbs.” He studied his fruit. “Do you know New York?”
“I have lots of friends out there.” She bit into a cherry and spit out the pit. “And my brother goes to Einstein Med School.”
Gabe said, “My mom worked at Mount Sinai for a while. She’s an ER doc.”
“Are you interested in medicine?”
“Not a chance.” He finally picked up a cherry and ate it. “You know I’m perfectly capable of putting on my own sheets.”
“Fine with me. Can I ask why you’re here?”
“My mom’s gone…like missing. I think your dad is looking for her. He said it was illegal for me to stay in a hotel by myself, so he offered to take me in tonight.”
“That sounds like my dad.”
“He’s a nice guy?”
“He’s a very nice guy,” Hannah said. “He comes across as very cop, but he has a heart of mush. My mother is even mushier. They’re both pushovers. You want something to drink?”
“No, thanks. I should probably get to bed.” He put the fruit down on the counter. “Thanks for the cherries. I don’t think I’m so hungry.”
“Are you going to be able to sleep?”
“Probably not.”
“I’ll show you how to work the TV. It’s a little funky because it’s from the Stone Age. My brothers have been out of the house for a while. What grade are you in?”
“I was in tenth. My mom and I just recently moved out here, so I haven’t been going to school.”
“So you’re fifteen?”
“Four months shy. A lot of people think I’m older ’cause I’m tall.”
“Yeah, same with me. But I don’t mind.” She hopped off the counter. “Follow me. And try not to worry too much about the situation. My dad may be a mush ball with me, but he’s really tough when it comes to police work. Whatever it is, he’ll get to the bottom of it.”
“That’s good.” Gabe smiled weakly. “I just hope that when he gets there, the bottom doesn’t drop out.”
DECKER’S FIRST CALL was to his favorite detective, Sergeant Marge Dunn. “I’ve got a situation here. I could use some help.”
“What’s going on?” In the next breath, she said, “Is it something to do with Terry McLaughlin?”
“She’s missing.” After he explained the state of affairs, Decker said, “She has a sister and a father in town. I’ve already called her sister, Melissa—apprised her of the situation. She hasn’t heard from Terry in a few days. She also told me not to bother with the father. The two of them are barely civil to each other.”
“Did she sound worried?”
“Yes, she did. She told me that Terry would never leave Gabe without a good reason. I told her I’d keep her updated. As far as finding Donatti, I’ve called up all the numbers I have for him and left messages. That’s been a dead end. He owns some brothels in Nevada. I got hold of a receptionist who told me that Chris wasn’t due in until tomorrow afternoon.”
“That means nothing.”
“Of course. I’ve phoned Elko PD and have asked them to tell me when he comes into town.”
“Are they cooperating?”
“Hard to tell. The brothels make a slew of money, so it could be that the department wouldn’t be anxious to give up one of their own. I’m trying to retrace Donatti’s steps, starting with when he came into L.A. I’m checking commercial airlines, leasing companies, and jet card companies. And rental car companies. He has to be driving something, but I haven’t had any luck with that.”
“Have you done a search of the hotel?”
“Not yet. If it shakes out that way, I’ll call West L.A. It’s their district. Right now, I’d like to handle it myself…with a little help.”
“I’m on my way.”
“I came back to the hotel from dinner…turned around as soon as the kid called. I don’t have any of my kits or evidence bags with me.”
“Is something amiss?”
“No, it seems to be pretty much as I left it. There’s a drinking glass I’d like to bag.”
“I’ll bring the stuff down with me.”
“I can think of only two reasons why Terry would leave without notifying her kid. Something scared her off or she had a gun to her head. She took her purse, her keys, and her car, but she left behind a wad of money and her jewelry.”
“Oy, that doesn’t look too good. Didn’t you say that the meeting between them went well?”
“I thought it did. But Donatti is unpredictable.” He gave Marge the address. “It’ll take you about forty minutes without bad traffic.”
“Where’s the boy?”
“He’s with Rina. I’m keeping him at our house for the night.”
There was a pause. “Aren’t you getting a little overinvolved?”
“You should talk,” Decker snapped back. “If you hadn’t adopted Vega after that Father Jupiter debacle, she would have been declared a ward of the state and placed into the state foster care program. She would have probably become a delinquent, gotten pregnant ten times, been hooked on drugs, and turned into a prostitute. Instead, you got overinvolved and now Vega is almost done with her dissertation for a PhD in astrophysics. So you tell me if I’m wrong to get a little overinvolved.”
