“How did you plan on doing that?”Decker asked.
“Doing freelance work. I told Mace that I”d pay back every cent, but he told me not to worry about it. Just get the wife better and then we”d talk. It sounded too good to be true, but I wasn”t going to question him. Twenty thousand was a lot, but I knew I could make that amount up. The problem was…”
He put the mug down on an end table.
“It wasn”t just twenty thousand. It was twenty thousand, then forty, then sixty. By the time she died, I was one hundred and fifty thousand in the hole. That”s a lot of money to pay back considering that my life savings, my pension plan, and my wife”s pension plan had been totally wiped out. I had nothing left to my name except the house.”
Connors rubbed his eyes.
“I went to Mace to tell him that I was going to sell the house to pay back the loan and he told me to hold off and not to do anything rash. I wasn”t going to insist.”A long pause. “He also told me to keep on borrowing from the company for just a while longer. He said that there were other people in bad straits. I needed to keep at it a little bit longer. And for my effort, he”d knock off some of the loan money.”
“And you went along with it,”Decker said.
“I was in debt and he was my boss. If he said to keep doing it, I kept doing it. I did summon up enough nerve to ask him if it was okay with Guy.”
“What”d he answer?”Brubeck said.
“He said that Guy skimmed off the top all the time. All in all I wrote about two hundred thousand dollars”worth of phony checks.”
“And that was okay with you?”Decker said.
Connors looked at the detectives. “I had lived two years in hell and I was deep in debt. So whatever Mace said, I did and didn”t ask questions. Anyway, the whole mess came to a head when the company got audited. That meant opening the books. The embezzlement was discovered, the IRS began to levy charges against Kaffey Industries, and a huge lawsuit ensued between the brothers. I thought I was going down with the ship, but Mace, Gold bless him, covered for me.”
“How?”Brubeck asked.
“He told Guy that the discrepancies had to do with the increased cost of materials or something stupid like that. Guy didn”t buy it. Hence the lawsuit. But no matter how bad it looked for Mace, he didn”t rat me out to the authorities. I was really grateful.”
Decker said, “Mr. Connors, Mace was accused of embezzling five million dollars. Your part in the scheme didn”t amount to nearly that much.”
Connors shrugged. “Maybe he had the same kind of arrangement with a few other accountants. I was just one of many.”
“You were an account executive,”Brubeck said.
“Like I said, there are around twenty account executives in the company. Each one is in charge of one project or another.”
“If Mace was stealing from the company, why didn”t Guy kick his brother out?”
“I can”t say for sure, but I think Mace wasn”t lying when he said that Guy skimmed off the top, too. Since Guy was the CEO, he was much more vulnerable to jail time for cheating the IRS than Mace was. It was probably cheaper for Guy to keep him on rather than to prosecute him.”
Decker said, “So the two brothers settled and Mace was moved back east.”
“Yes, sir,”Connors answered. “And that was that.”
“Except for one thing,”Decker said. “You were caught embezzling money even after Mace left the West Coast.”
Connors threw up his hands.
Decker said, “Would you care to explain?”
“No charges were brought against me.”
“You asked Mace for another favor.”
“I just told him, I”d rather put a bullet into my head than go to jail.”
“And he covered for you.”
He shrugged.
Decker said, “Would you care to explain to us what happened?”
“Simple. I got caught.”Connors shrugged again. “Some habits die hard.”
FOURTEEN
DECKER BROUGHT OVER a cappuccino and a croissant and placed it in front of Rina. He had set her up at his desk. “The croissant is from Coffee Bean. The cap”s from around the corner. Half caffeinated with whole milk.”
“Perfect.”Rina took a sip. “All I need is the Sunday paper.”
“You usually read the Sunday paper in bed wearing a robe.”
Rina had put on a soft, flannel top and a loose denim skirt and had on sneakers. “I”m very comfortable, and this is a lot more fun than reading an L.A. Times article about murder and mayhem.”
Decker placed three mug books in front of her. “Darlin”, it doesn”t get more murder and mayhem than this.”
“True, but in this case, at least I”m doing something.”She took a sip of the cappuccino. “Don”t worry. I”ll be fine.”
Decker rubbed his temples. He was dressed in a polo shirt and a pair of slacks. Right now he felt scrubbed clean, but that wouldn”t last long. The dust at the ranch was fierce. “When you”re done with these, I”ve got about another dozen books sitting on a table right outside my office. Go through as many as you want or as few as you want. When you get tired, quit. Eyestrain is the enemy.”
“Gotcha.”
“And don”t guess. I”d rather you say “I don”t know”than to take a stab in the dark.”
“I understand. I don”t want to lead anyone on a wild-goose chase.”Rina flipped open the first page—six men in full face and profile, their vital statistics—height, weight, eye color, hair color, race, and distinguishing marks—underneath the photograph. “Hmmm…the men I saw had tattoos. I guess that”s standard nowadays.”
“All tattooed men aren”t cons, but all cons have tattoos. But ink work is almost as good as a fingerprint. No two tattoos are exactly alike. What kind of tattoos did you see?”
“One looked like a tiger or it could have been a leopard; the other guy…I think he had a snake. There were also letters.”
“Letters? You mean like ABC letters?”
“More like Xs. And some Ls, maybe.”
“Could they have been Roman numerals?”
“Good call, Peter. They probably were.”
“Do you remember seeing the Roman numbers XII?”
“Maybe. Why?”
Decker scooped up the mug books. “Let me start you off with some other books. It may be a more efficient use of your time.”
“Which books?”
“Members of the Bodega 12th Street gang. They”re often tattooed with BXII or just XII.”
“I”ve heard about Bodega Twelve. They mostly do drug running. Would it make sense for them to know about the Kaffey murders?”
“If they committed the murders, it would make total sense.”
“Why would they murder the Kaffeys?”
“Because Bodega 12th Street is filled with murderers. Plus, I found out that Guy Kaffey often hired rehabilitated gang members for security.”
“Oh, come on!”
“I”m not lyin”. Brady said that Guy wanted them out of ideology, but also because they worked cheap. Ordinarily, I would have thought he was feeding bull, but Grant confirmed that Guy actually did hire former gang members. Sometimes people—especially very rich people—don”t recognize their own mortality. Hold on, I”ll be right back.”He came back with two other mug books. “Start with these. Hopefully you won”t find anyone who looks familiar. And if you do recognize a face, don”t tell anyone except me about it.”
“THIS IS A list of all the bullets, shells, and casings we found on the property.”Wynona Pratt was dressed in a short-sleeve cotton shirt and had on jeans and tennis shoes. “Almost all of the ammo was located in the northeast sector—number four—near and in four stacked bales of hay.”
“Sounds like a target practice area.”
“That would be my guess. We also found a rusty knife and some other sharp pieces of metal that might have been knives or shivs, but it appears that they haven”t been touched in a long time.
I”ve sent them to forensics. I”ll be ripping through the bags of evidence this afternoon at the station house. It”s cooler there.”
“Good. Tell me about the exits and entrances.”
“The ranch is surrounded by a double layer of barbed wire and seven-foot cyclone fencing. Nothing is electrified so it is possible to cut through the metal if you have a good pair of wire clippers and you”re wearing thick, protective gloves. I found eight gates in and out of the property.”Wynona rummaged through her folder and pulled out a sheet of paper. “I even drew you a little map.”
Decker scanned the diagram.
She said, “The gates are solid metal except for the two back gates, which are made out of cyclone fencing and secured by padlocks. Wire cutters could take care of them.”
“Did either of the padlocks look breached?”
“No.”
“What about the fencing? Holes anywhere?”
“Nothing that”s obvious, but I haven”t gotten down and checked every inch of the perimeter.”
Wynona adjusted her hat. “I have a set of knee pads at home. I”ll organize something tomorrow morning unless you want it done right now.”
“Tomorrow is fine.”Decker mopped his brow with a handkerchief. He could hear the dogs and the horses registering protest at the heat. “Who”s watching over the animals?”
“I assumed it was the groomsman—Riley Karns. He was here yesterday.”
“Is he here today?”
“Haven”t seen him.”
“Who let you inside the property?”
“Piet Kotsky. He said you told Neptune Brady that you don”t want any private guards around until you”ve cleared them.”
“I might have said that,”Decker told her. “Does that mean Riley Karns isn”t considered a guard? Because I certainly haven”t cleared him.”
Wynona shrugged. “Someone has to take care of the livestock.”
“I”m going to poke around the stables…see if he”s there.”
“Take a mask. I betcha it stinks.”
“I don”t mind horse shit. In my younger days I had a ranch and stables. I used to ride all the time.”
She cocked her hip and looked at him. “Is that a fact?”
“It is. I”m at home around horses. It”s people that I find confusing.”
THE STABLES HAD eight stalls and six of them were empty, but the straw had been recently changed. The two remaining horses—both looked like Morgans—were well fed and well hydrated.
Decker left the stables through a half door that led to a paddock. Three animals were hooked up to an automatic horse walker—a contraption that looked like a giant umbrella frame without the canvas top. As the horses walked, the frame rotated like a carousel.
Riley was grooming a well-muscled mare with a deep brown coat and a white blaze down her snout, moving the rubber currycomb in a gentle circular motion to loosen up dirt. He glanced up when he heard Decker come into the area, but he continued working. Karns was a tiny man, but with a wiry frame that screamed jockey. He had thin brown hair that was combed across his brow and tiny facial features embedded in a craggy face covered with a sheen of sweat. He wore a black T-shirt, jeans, and work boots.
Decker said to Karns, “Nice-looking quarter horse.”
“Not just any quarter horse. Her sire—Big Ben—was AQHA World Cutting Champion two times over. Won a purse of over a half million.”Karns pursed his lips. “I used to ride him…Big Ben.”
“Did Mrs. Kaffey buy the mare on your recommendation?”
“I don”t make recommendations,”Karns said. “I”m just hired help. But when I heard that Big Ben was siring a foal, I gave the missus a contact number. She fell in love with Zepher. Who wouldn”t?”
“She looks young.”
“She is young. Wait till she fills in.”
“She”s got good muscle.”
“Great muscle.”
Decker said, “So the Morgans came first?”
“The missus loved Morgans. She shows them all the time.”Karns grew quiet. Then he said, “Horse shows bore Mr. Kaffey. So he decided that he”d try his hand at racing. That”s how he came to buying Tar Baby…the black stallion. The first time I raced him, I knew he didn”t have it. But I kept me opinions to meself.”
“Smart man.”
“I”m just hired help, sir.”Karns trailed a finger over Zepher”s topline. “Go ahead. Ask your questions, Governor.”
“It”s Lieutenant Decker.”
“Whatever you say, Guv. Where”d y”learn about horses?”
“I used to keep horses. I like quarter horses. Versatile animals. On my way over here, I noticed Afghan hounds in the kennel; was Mrs. Kaffey the primary force behind them as well?”
“Yes, the missus loved her Afghans, but not Mr. Kaffey. He didn”t allow any animals in the house. I think he was bitter.”
“Why”s that?”
“” Cause he tried out some of his own dogs and it was a disaster.”
“Let me guess. Greyhounds.”
“Right you are, Guv.”Karns shook his head. “Mr. Kaffey thought he could make money racing them. He could have, except he bought on the cheap. Any half-wit could see that those dogs didn”t have it. The man didn”t know a fig about animals.”
“Or he didn”t want to put out the cash to buy champions.”
“True enough, Governor.”
“Who owns the remaining animals now that Mr. and Mrs. Kaffey are gone?”
“I reckon it”ll be the boys. They”re the ones paying me to keep”em healthy. The younger one, Grant. Yesterday, he asked me how he would go about sellin”them. I told him if that”s what he wanted, I could help. He said he wanted to wait until his brother got better first, but if I could get some prices, that would be good. He also said to sell the dogs. That won”t be hard. Some of them are champions.”He looked at Decker. “You”re not asking me this to buy a dog.”
“That”s true.”
“So what do you want, Guv?”
“Your building isn”t too far from the kennel.”
“About five minutes.”
“Did you hear the dogs barking on the night of the murder?”
“When Ana woke me up, I heard the dogs barking. Ana probably woke them up with her screaming.”
“In the summer, my setter often slept with the horses. Every time I drove up to my ranch, she”d come barreling out to meet me, barking away.”When Karns didn”t respond, Decker said, “The kennel isn”t all that far from the house. You”d think they”d sense a commotion going on and start barking up a storm.”
“Maybe they did.”
“But their barking didn”t wake you up.”
“I told you. Ana woke me up.”He switched from the currycomb to the dandy brush and flicked away a cloud of dirt from the animal. “When I went to the house with her and Paco, I heard them barking. I reckon they could have been barking all along and I didn”t know about it. I”m a deep sleeper.”He stopped for a moment. “I don”t have trouble sleeping like upper class do, Governor. It”s because I do an honest day”s work and my conscience is clean.”
“Let me ask you this, Riley. If the dogs heard people walking by the kennel, do you think they”d start barking?”
“Probably.”
“And do you think that barking would probably wake you up?”
“Maybe. But not that night, Guv, not that night.”He looked at his watch and adjusted the automatic horse walker to a slower tempo. “If an intruder came in through the horse trailer gate, he”d probably wake up the dogs. But if he came in through the other side, I wouldn”t hear a peep and neither would my pets. So if I was you, I would be guessing that the intruder didn”t come through this area.”
Decker switched to another topic. “Did you know that we found a body dumped in an old horse grave?”
“Hard not to notice all the commotion going on last night…or the night before. I forget. Cops are here all the time now.”
“Someone had to
dig up the grave beforehand to place the body that deep inside the hole. You didn”t hear any noise from that either?”
“The grave is on the other side of the ranch, Governor.”
“Did you know there was a horse grave on the property?”
“Of course,”Karns said. “I dug it. People with big ranches do it all the time.”
“You buried three horses at once?”
“Not all at once. The first one I dug was for Netherworld, then the next one was for Buttercream. I dug her grave right next to his. But then when Potpie died, I didn”t feel like digging a whole new grave. That”s a lot of work. So I just dug up the area between Netherworld and Buttercream and made one big hole and stuck her there.”
“How long ago did the horses die?”
“Netherworld and Buttercream died about two years ago. Potpie died last year. It didn”t smell that bad. The first two had already rotted by then.”
“Anyone else know about the horse grave?”
“The missus knew about it. She said a little prayer each time one of her babies died.”
“Anyone else besides Mrs. Kaffey?”
Karns”s eyes darted back and forth. He said nothing.
Decker said, “It”s not a trick question. Who else alive knows about the graves?”
At last he said, “Paco Albanez takes care of the grounds around here. He has a backhoe. I asked him if I could borrow it. He told me it was out of order and asked me why I needed it. When I told him I had to dig a grave for the horses, he said he”d help me dig the hole if I wanted.”
“Anyone else help you dig the hole?”
“Just meself and Paco.”
“How did you decide where to dig the hole?”Decker could see Karns gnashing his teeth together, a big bulge forming along his jawline. “Did someone tell you where to dig?”
“I don”t want any problems, Guv.”
“No problems, Riley. But I do need you to tell me who told you to dig the hole.”
“The mister told me to dig the hole. Joe Pine was on duty that day. He told me where to dig it.”
FIFTEEN
KARNS WENT BACK to his grooming. When Decker didn”t disappear, he said, “That”s all I know.”
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