"I'm fine, Rina," Decker said. "Go back to sleep."
She sat down at the kitchen table. "What time is it?"
"A little past one. Did you attend the Rebbitzin's lecture?"
"Huh?"
Decker laughed softly. "Go back to sleep."
"What did you say?"
"I asked you if you attended the Rebbitzin's lecture."
"Oh ... yes ... yes, I did. It was good. Not as good as what we had planned, but I enjoyed it."
Decker felt his stomach tense. "You're mad?"
"No, I'm not mad."
"Disappointed?"
"Not really."
"Resigned?"
Rina rubbed her eyes. "Keep throwing out enough adjectives, you'll find one that fits." She sat down. "It's okay, Peter. I'm not complaining."
The kettle began to whistle. Rina stood, but Decker held her arm. "I'll get it. You want some herbal tea?"
"Sure."
Decker smiled. "With honey, honey?"
"With honey, honey."
Decker got up and made two mugs of tea. He sat down and took her hand. "So the Rebbitzin's lecture was good, huh?"
"Yes, it was fine." She sipped tea. "She had a pretty good-sized turnout. Over thirty women. I was surprised."
"Were they all from the yeshiva?"
"No. About half were from the community. Women interested in exploring their roots . . . what Orthodox Judaism is all about."
"That's great."
"I thought so. We had quite a lively discussion... not all the women were pro-Orthodox but everyone was respectful. It made for interesting conversation."
"I'm sure."
"Afterward, the Rebbitzin and I went to her house for coffee. We talked. Apparently the Rebbitzin has developed quite a reputation. She's going to be doing some kind of lecture circuit for the next month. She asked me if I would fill in for her while she was gone. I told her sure."
"Wait a minute." Decker sat up in his chair. "Wait a minute. What did you agree to?"
Rina squinted over her teacup. "I told the Rebbitzin I'd help her out. Is that a problem?"
"Uh, no..." Decker sipped his tea. "No, not at all. Just what does it entail?"
"Four lectures, Peter. I think I can handle that."
Decker laughed, but he wasn't happy. "Of course. I wasn't implying you couldn't. I'm just. .."
"Irritated?"
"No, Rina, I'm not irritated," Decker said. "I'm just surprised you didn't discuss it with me first, that's all."
"It's only four lectures, Peter "
"I know, I know. It's fine. I think it's great."
"Thank you. But I don't need your permission."
"I'm not giving you my permission. Christ, Rina, why are you acting so touchy?"
"Because I tell you I'm going to be filling in for the Rebbitzin, the normal response is for you to say, 'Great. What are you going to talk about?' Instead, you're asking me what it entails."
"I don't think that's an abnormal response. I just want to know how it's going to affect our family."
"You mean how it's going to affect you."
"Rina, it's not going to affect me "
"Of course it won't. You're never home."
Decker put down his teacup, blew out air, and placed his forehead in his hand.
The room turned quiet and cold. Rina sipped her tea and waited. Decker waited.
Finally, she whispered, "I can understand the pressing nature of your current cases. What I can't understand is why you had to cancel our date for an old case you closed months ago. A case where the guy confessed and is currently doing jail time."
"I told you it could wait for tomorrow."
"Then why didn't you put it off until tomorrow? Why does something always come up?" Rina shook her head. "It's late. We're both tired. I'm going to bed."
"Wait a minute," Decker said. "Let's thrash this out, all right?"
"Fine. What came up that was so important on a case you closed two months ago?"
Slowly, Decker recapped the Diggs case. When he was finished, he said, "I didn't reopen the file because the girl asked me to. I did it because I was never happy about the way the whole thing was handled, you know that."
"I know that."
"The girl just more or less jogged my memory, reminded me that I was unhappy. So... I pulled out the file, figuring it shouldn't take more than an hour at most. Next thing I knew, a major player in the story had been murdered and I was talking to some pissed-off dee in Van Nuys who'd also been shut down."
"You became intrigued."
"What can I say? It could have waited. But I got caught up in the situation. I was very inconsiderate of your feelings. But beyond that it doesn't mean anything "
"Not for you maybe." 291
"I'm just saying it doesn't mean I prefer my work to my family. You and the children are the most important hell, you people are the only important things in my life."
"How nice to be valued."
"I'm going to ignore the sarcasm. Rina, I'm very sorry."
She sighed. "It's all right. Another time."
Decker felt low. "I ruined your evening. I missed out, too. I know I need to prioritize. I'm human. I screw up."
Rina sighed. "You can't check up on the case during working hours?"
"If Davidson sees me working on a closed case any closed case, but this one in specific he'll have a full-blown snit. I don't want to deal with him right now."
"So what exactly do these African-American hairs mean?"
"There was another man involved."
"But Cheryl was wild."
"Her friends never mentioned her being chummy with a black. Whitman never mentioned it, either."
"I'm sure neither her friends nor Whitman knew everything about her."
"Whitman knew quite a bit. He knew she was having an affair with a teacher. He knew she got free rooms at the Grenada in exchange for sexual favors. I think she might have told him if she was having relations with a black. If for no other reason than to try to get a rise out of him. He was real apathetic toward her."
"Not that apathetic. He murdered her." Rina paused. "Or don't you believe that?"
"I don't know. All I'm saying is, the hairs should have been looked into a long time ago. Now I've got Martinez telling me that the ME found Afro male head hairs on Trupp's clothes. It got me curious. I had some choices when I finished up with Martinez. I could have gone home. But the evening was shot anyway."
"I'll say."
"Rub it in."
"Go on, Peter."
"I didn't want to wait till tomorrow morning for an analytical officer. So I decided to do my own computer work. I fed the basic stats of the Diggs case into the Crime Analysis Detail program. The software compares major crimes in the department from the different substations. That's one of the ways we see if there're any pattern crimes."
"Serial killings?" 292
"Serial anything. Could be robbery or rape. Anyway, I wanted to see if there were any other LA cases in the last couple of years that matched any of the particulars of mine."
"You must have gotten back a ton of read-outs. There are lots of rapes and murders in this city."
"Not too many where the victims had been strangled and bound ritualistically like Cheryl Diggs. Only about a dozen including my own. Most of them didn't fit. But there was this one case. I don't know. Intuitively, I think I may have something. It was about two years ago in West Bureau, Wilshire specifically."
"A black area."
"Racially mixed black, Hispanic, Asian, and white. A gradation area, not a salad bowl. Farther south you go geographically, the blacker it gets. You go north, it's where the whites live."
"So the perp could be black or white."
"The victim lived in a black area. And the biggest victims of black crime are blacks themselves."
"But Cheryl was white, Peter."
"Rina, felons are opportunists."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, if he's a
black guy, the girls he sees the most are black. So he's going to rape blacks. But suppose ..."
Decker paused to formulate his thoughts.
"Just suppose he gets a job in a white hotel that services white people... white girls. Then one night, he sees a bunch of drunken, zonked-out teenagers checking into some rooms for an evening of debauchery. He waits, he bides his time. Then he sees them all leave. Except this one girl who stays behind in her hotel room. She's all alone. Maybe she's sleeping. Maybe she's so stoned, it doesn't matter if she's awake or not. He goes in there.. . and ties her up ... and bam ... make any sense?"
Rina raised her brows. "This is all very far-fetched."
"All I want to know is why Cheryl had African-American pubic hairs on her. If this Wilshire case is similar to mine, they'll have physical evidence, too. I'll take a look at the lab work, see if anything matches. Simple enough."
"Except that you're completely discounting an uncoerced confession by the victim's boyfriend."
Decker rubbed his neck. "I think Whitman was protecting his girlfriend."
"She's dead."
"Not Cheryl. The other one ... Terry." 293
"The girl who asked you to reopen the case?"
Decker nodded. "Whitman drew nude sketches of her. The poses in the drawings were similar to the way Cheryl Diggs was found. The sketches incriminated him in the Diggs case. He knew that the drawings would be presented to the grand jury as evidence. He knew that the girl would be called up to testify. I think he was trying to save her embarrassment. They're both Catholic, and overt nudity outside of procreation is a big sin for them. First she put herself on the line for him. Next it became his turn to put himself on the line for her. And he did. He plea-bargained his crime down to something he felt he could handle."
"Now that doesn't make any sense."
"It does if you had seen Whitman's reaction when I found the pictures. Kid had been totally cool. I pulled out the drawing ... Rina, he absolutely crumpled. I'm telling you, he loves this girl."
"I'm supposed to believe that the son of a crime boss willingly went to jail for a murder he didn't commit ... just to prevent some nude sketches from being made public?" She shook her head. "Peter, you just said that Whitman was a sociopath."
"No one is immune to feelings," Decker said. "I've heard the kid play cello. He's got passion for what he loves. And Rina, he loves this girl. This is his one shot at martyrdom. I think he's feeling quite saintly about it."
"This is all very spurious."
"Granted," Decker admitted. "But at least I'm using some kind of logic to explain the confession away. I haven't come up with anything to explain away the unidentified semen and pubic hairs found in and on Cheryl Diggs."
"Did you have any black suspects in the case, Peter?"
"I have a list of people who were at the Grenada when Cheryl was murdered. A few of them were black. I never got a chance to question them because Davidson kiboshed the whole thing. And truthfully, Whitman came forth and at the time that was fine with me. So I'm not about to start calling up innocent blacks and grilling them. That would just be lighting unnecessary fires."
"They could construe your actions as police harassment."
"Absolutely. But if I find a match with this Wilshire case, I'll do what I have to do. I've already let one small-minded superior stop me. I'm not going to let it happen again. Still, I know what you're saying. There are many ways to do the same things. I can poke into things quietly." 294
Rina leaned over and kissed her husband's face. "I admire your sense of principle, Peter. And for what it's worth, I agree with you. There are absolute rights and wrongs in this world. I just get... worried sometimes."
"I know." Decker rubbed his face. "And I wish I could say I'm doing it out of a strong sense of principle."
"You're not?"
Decker shrugged. "Rina, Whitman's a psycho a pathological liar with eyes like a dead fish. I don't care if he rots in jail."
"Are you doing it for his girlfriend?"
Decker laughed. "Well, she does have a way of making you feel guilty. She reminded me of you."
Rina punched his shoulder.
Decker said, "Actually, she seems like an okay kid smart and responsible in her own way. But, man, she's one very confused teenager. I don't know if I'm pursuing this out of spite for Davidson or just out of a sense of what's right... or maybe it's something deeper."
Rina waited for him to elaborate.
Decker looked pained. "I think I screwed up, Rina. I might have let my anger about Cindy's ordeal in New York get in the way of my professionalism."
"What are you talking about?"
"Whitman. I knew there were some doubts. Maybe .. .just maybe I went after him because I couldn't get my hands on the shopping-bag rapist."
"Peter, Whitman confessed!"
"But I never fully bought it."
"So what were you supposed to do? Argue with him?"
Decker smiled. "Putting it that way, it does sound stupid. All I know is, I won't rest until I'm satisfied."
"A man with a mission."
"That's me." Decker leaned over and kissed his wife's forehead. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you decided to fill in for the Rebbitzin. What are you going to lecture on?"
"I don't really know." Rina seemed to shrink in her chair. "One of the reasons I got so mad at you was because you hit a sore spot. I agreed a bit impetuously. Now I've got to think up four lectures. And these women are bright. I can't snow them with the usual lines."
"I'm sure you'll come up with something great."
"Maybe I'll talk about the weekly Torah reading."
"That's always appropriate." 295
Rina laughed at his enthusiam. He was trying so hard. She said, "During the Rebbitzin's absence, we'll read Parashat Pinchas. He was quite an interesting character."
"Which one was Pinchas?"
"The zealot. He was the one who took a huge spear and skewered Zimri and Kozby, the Midianite princess, while they were in the act."
Decker smoothed his mustache. "Uh ... I bet the women would have lots to say about that."
Rina smiled, too. "The parashat addresses morality, yes. But it's also about Pinchas and his zealotry. Which was a double-edged sword. It was something to be admired but always something that needed to be reined in." She looked at her husband. "But isn't that always the way it is with fanatics?"
Decker gave a slow grin. "Are you talking about me?"
"Heaven forbid."
"No hidden references beneath your scholarly words?"
"None." She tousled his head. "Let's go to bed."
"A very good suggestion."
"I'm just full of them tonight." 296
First came the shot of staticky music followed by hyperspeed radio talk. A press of the snooze button and Decker silenced the unwelcome intruder. He longed to pull the covers over his head and wake up at a reasonable hour. But doubts roused him to consciousness and he lumbered out of bed, throwing on a bathrobe as he tiptoed to the kitchen. Ginger was curled up on her blanket. She lifted her head when Decker came in, then buried it back into the folds of her front legs when she realized it was still dark outside.
He turned on the table lamp and reached for the phone. Wilshire's front desk put him through to the Detectives squad room. The phone rang and rang until someone finally picked up.
"Detectives. Bellingham."
Decker identified himself, then said, "You're not in Homicide by any chance?"
"Grand Theft."
"Anyone there from Homicide?"
"Not yet."
"Maybe you can help me anyway. I'm looking for the primary Homicide detective on a two-year-old case. The victim was an African-American female, seventeen years of age, found raped, bound, and strangled in her bedroom."
"The Green case," Bellingham said. "I remember it. Real terrible thing. She was alive when nine-one-one caught the call. Still going when the cruiser and ambulance got there, but was pronounced DO
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