Faye Kellerman - Decker 06 - Grievous Sin

by Grievous Sin(lit)

  'Ten bucks' worth of gas is enough to douse a car,' Decker said to Hollander.

  'I guess. I'm just thinking if she was smart enough to torch a car, she probably paid cash for the gas - rather than leave a paper trail.'

  'True, but call around anyway. See if anyone remembers filling her tank. According to Marge, Tandy's a stunning-looking girl.' Decker gave Mike a description.

  'Talk to the young guys. See if you can't jog someone's memory.'

  'I'll give it a whirl. You know, Rabbi, it could be she siphoned off gas from her own car's tank, and that's why she had to have a refill yesterday.'

  Decker pondered his words. 'Man, that would require a pretty cool head.'

  'We've got a murder and a kidnapping with no leads,' Hollander said. 'We're working with a cool-headed person. I got a spare afternoon. Nothing pressing other than forms to fill out. Want me to watch her?'

  'Marge is tailing her now, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind a break.'

  'I'll give her a call—'

  'Wait a minute, she's not using one of our cars.' Decker gave him the cellular phone number. 'She traded cars with her latest social interest.'

  'What's she driving?'

  'A Beemer. Don't say anything important over the phone. Cellular transmission isn't limited access like our tactical lines. Did Lily Booker's dental X-rays come in yet?'

  'Nope. Want me to call her parents again?'

  'No, they'll cooperate, sooner or later. It's the denial. Let's give them another day.'

  'Ain't it the shits being a parent?' Hollander paused. 'Oops. Sorry.'

  'Nothing to be sorry about,' Decker said. 'It's tough.'

  'Where are you off to, Rabbi?'

  'To visit Lita Bellson. I'm not even sure what I expect to accomplish. At the present time, Marie's our only link to the missing baby. For all I know, they both might be dead.'

  'And this Roberts lady?'

  'She's a link to Marie,' Decker said. 'Speaking of links

  to Marie, did you get hold of Paula Delfern?'

  'Yep. She hasn't heard from Marie, either. She gave me her work number and told me to call her as soon as I had any information. I checked out the number and it was some doctor's office. The night of the kidnapping, she was moonlighting at St Joe's. Her nursing license seems Kosher, her yellow sheet's clean. But if she's a link, I can keep on her.'

  'You mean a tail? No, I don't have any reason to justify that yet. Just check in on her from time to time. Tandy's the one with some hanky-panky in her life. I've got to find out about this license thing. And what - if anything - it has to do with Marie.'

  'You're investigating Tandy just because she was a friend of Marie's?'

  'Initially yes. But she's turned into a nutcase. I don't have anything specific on her but she's worth watching at this point.' Decker ran his hands through his hair. 'How's the search going? How much manpower's still out there?'

  'About fifty per cent of what we had. But that's still a lot of feet.'

  'But for how long?'

  'You know the situation, Rabbi.'

  And Decker did. He swore to himself. The case was taking on a chill. 'I've got another call on the line, Mike. I'll check in later.'

  'Maybe I'll have better news,' Hollander said.

  'At this point, I'll just take news.' Decker depressed the line to liberate his second call. Marge's voice came over the wire.

  'Got a call back from the board of Nurses' Examiners, Peter. About Tandy's license: It's not Tandy's. The number she's using actually belongs to one Lawrence McKay - AKA Leek, the scamster of Golden Valley.'

  'Tandy's using Leek's license number?'

  'Appears that way.'

  'How can she do that?'

  'I don't know.'

  'Don't these agencies crosscheck for things like that?'

  'I'm sure they're supposed to, but you know bureaucracy.'

  'Does Leek now she's using his number?'

  'Beats me.'

  'What's Leek using for his license?'

  'Someone should ask him these very questions, Pete. Since I'm stuck here at the parking lot at Silver's, keeping watch over a black Audi, I suggest you take a trip to the Golden Valley Home real soon.'

  'I'm leaving right now. I spoke to Hollander. He's got a free afternoon. He said he could relieve you for a couple of hours. How about we meet at my house at about...' He looked at his watch. '... How does two thirty sound?'

  'What's wrong with the stationhouse?'

  'I'd like to check in on Rina... and the baby.'

  'Proud papa, huh?'

  'More like neurotic papa.'

  Marge had described Golden Valley as a step up from the usual retirement home, and Decker agreed with her assessment. It was bright and clean and the staff seemed professional. But all that could be facade. Lawrence McKay worked there and McKay was a man with something to hide. His yellow sheet had come up empty but that didn't mean the man was clean. All criminals have blank records until they get caught.

  McKay was still out on lunch break when Decker arrived. He was due back in fifteen minutes, so Decker decided to make use of the time and have a talk with Lita

  Bellson. He didn't expect a breakthrough but anything was worth a try.

  Lita was in the solarium, sun shaded by tinted windows. The back of her wheelchair was tilted downward and her footrest was raised. Her head was to the side and she appeared to be asleep. As Decker moved closer, he saw her eyes were closed and her mouth was emitting soft snores. He pulled up a chair beside her and a moment later, a young black nurse named Tonya came by to offer him coffee. He accepted and when she returned with a steaming cup, the aroma aroused Sleeping Beauty.

  'Coffee?' Lita muttered. 'Did somebody make coffee?' Her lids snapped open to reveal startling green eyes flecked with brown. She stared at Decker. 'Who are you? More important, where'd you get the coffee?'

  'I'm Detective Sergeant Decker and a nurse brought me the coffee.'

  'Can I have it?'

  Nurse Tonya clucked her tongue. 'Lita, you know you can't have coffee.'

  'Why the hell not?

  'Because, Lita, the caffeine's bad for your heart and the acid upsets your stomach.'

  'Girlie, my stomach is just fine, no thanks to you.'

  'Lita, now don't you start getting nasty—'

  Decker said, 'Why don't you just take this away? It seems to be creating a problem.'

  'What doesn't cause a problem with this one?' Tonya took the coffee cup and left.

  'Bitch,' Lita muttered, watching the young nurse go. 'I don't suppose you'd sneak me a cup.'

  'I follow orders, Lita.'

  'So I order you to get me a cup.' She wheezed a spasm of laughter. 'Who did you say you were?'

  'Sergeant Decker of the Los Angeles Police. My

  partner, Detective Dunn, came out yesterday to talk to you. She asked you questions about Marie?'

  Lita looked blank.

  'Detective Dunn's a tall, blonde woman with brown eyes. She asked you all about Marie, her history, her friends...'

  Lita waited a moment, then said, 'I haven't seen Marie for a while. Where is she?'

  Decker paused. He was sure Marge had informed Lita of her daughter's disappearance. 'I don't know. She seems to have... gone somewhere.'

  •Really.'

  'Yes, really. Lita, do you remember talking to Detective Dunn at all?'

  'Sorta.'

  'What do you remember?'

  She didn't answer and Decker didn't push it. Start from scratch - taking into consideration that the woman might have Alzheimer's. It made all her answers suspect. 'Any idea where Marie might have gone, Lita?'

  'Nope.'

  'Did Marie have a favorite place to go to think when she needed some time alone?'

  'Marie lived alone. Check her condo.'

  'We did. She isn't there.'

  Lita frowned. 'Doesn't make sense that she'd just up and disappear. Marie turned out to be the stable, dependable one. Just like
my first husband, Henry, except Marie wasn't his. Funny how things like that work out. Marie became a nurse. Said Jesus told her to become a nurse.'

  'Did Marie often talk to Jesus?'

  'You mean was she crazy? The answer is no. But she was always a little fanatical in her beliefs.'

  The old woman was silent for a moment.

  'First it was drugs was God. Then it was gurus was God. She wound up with Jesus. Better him than a cow. So you can't find Marie, huh?'

  The old lady didn't seem concerned. Decker asked, 'Has she ever done this before. Just disappeared?'

  'Not that I remember.' Lita burped. 'But I don't remember so good anymore. Least that's what they tell me.'

  'Lita, could Marie have gone camping?'

  'Camping?'

  'You know... go out to the woods, pitch a tent, sleep in the wilds?'

  'Are you talking about the same Marie?' Lita scratched her nose. 'Nah, I've never known her to camp.' The old woman furrowed her brow. She looked like a wizened gnome. 'It has been a while since she's visited me. Course, all the days seem to run together when you're stuck under one roof. What's she up to?'

  'Marie?'

  'Yes, Marie. What kind of trouble did she get herself into?'

  'What makes you think she's in trouble?'

  'She used to come to me when she was in trouble. Used to do that all the time when she was a teenager. "Ma, I'm in trouble. Give me money." Long as she was okay, she didn't want anything from me. Course I was a shitty mother. I didn't want much to do with her, either. Two stubborn bodies under one roof. It wasn't good. Neither one of us would give in.'

  Talking about the past, the old woman seemed on surer footing.

  'I remember once Marie wanted a dog. I said no but that didn't stop her. Marie got herself a dog. Took care of her, too. I was surprised. But that was Marie. Fanatically loyal, and loyal to the point of fanatical.'

  'To people?'

  'People, ideas. She believed in free love to the point of fanatical. It was the times, too - the sixties. Kids were wild, especially up north - land of the flowerchild. People living on the street in Haight-Ashbury, screwing everything in sight.' Lita shook her head. 'Miserable time to be a mother.'

  There was remorse in Lita's voice. Not at having to rear a child during turbulent times, but because she hadn't been young herself back then. Decker asked, 'Did Marie ever get pregnant?'

  Lita burst into laughter. 'More times than a rabbit on heat.'

  'What happened to the babies?'

  'She didn't have babies, she had abortions.'

  'She never carried any of her pregnancies to term?'

  'Not so far as I know. When she was away at the university. I don't know what she did. My daughter just couldn't keep her legs together.' Lita laughed. 'Wonder where she learned that from.'

  Decker didn't touch that one.

  Lita said, 'She did it to spite me. You know, give me a taste of my own medicine. She wasted her time. I don't regret my life. Got some nice memories. In fact, that's all I got right now.'

  'She lived with you when she was in her early teens, didn't she, Lita.'

  'Yep.'

  'And she didn't have a child when she was around fifteen?'

  Lita stared at him. 'Of course not. I'd have known about it if she did.' She paused, her eyes far away. 'Might have been nice to have a grandchild... someone else to visit me.'

  'She didn't have a baby and give it away for adoption?'

  'Why're you asking me these silly questions. As long as Marie lived with me, she didn't have a baby. Just abortions. Must have had three before she left for Berkeley. I don't know what was so hard that she couldn't get the pill right. I suppose Jesus did what the pill couldn't do. Gave her self-respect. Other gods couldn't do that. She went through lots of gods - blue gods, hermaphrodite gods, gods with eight arms, fat gods. She finally settled on Jesus. Probably 'cause he was wiry and cute.'

  Decker forced himself to remain impassive.

  Lita shrugged. 'I mean that. Look at all the cute boys in the sixties. All of them thin, wearing raggedy clothes and beards. All of them wanted to be Jesus - from Jim Morrison down to Charlie Manson. That's kids for you.' She closed her eyes and leaned her head the other way. 'You got some Milk Duds or anything like that?'

  'Sorry no.'

  'I'm tired. Come back tomorrow and we'll talk some more.' A small bony hand touched Decker's arm. 'Do me a favour, handsome. When you come back, bring me a four-pack of butterscotch pudding?'

  'You bet, Lita.'

  'You're a peach.' Lita turned her head and dozed off to another lifetime.

  Decker visited a few moments before leaving. Though Lita's memory wasn't on the firmest ground, she sounded convincing when she talked about her daughter's past. Decker believed that if Marie - while living with her mother - had had a baby, Lita would have known about it. Unless either she or Tandy were lying about their ages, Marie couldn't be Tandy's biological mother.

  So just why was Marie so strongly attached to Tandy? So much so that Darlene Jamison said Marie treated Tandy tike her own kid. Lita's words rang in his ears.

  Fanatically loyal.

  Maybe Marie had made up her mind to mother Tandy. Then Tandy rejected her and she cracked.

  Grasping at straws.

  Decker checked his watch and stood: McKay should be back by now. But when he went to the front desk, the receptionist informed him that Leek had left just a moment ago. He wasn't feeling well.

  The nurse was still explaining McKay's symptoms but Decker didn't wait to hear the full medical report. He dashed out the front door and spied a navy Cressida pulling out of its parking space. Sprinting, Decker jumped on the hood just as the car slipped from reverse to drive. Immediately,the driver slammed on the brakes, almost throwing Decker to the ground. But he managed to hold on. The motor fell dead, the driver's door opened and slammed shut. The man who emerged was medium height but as solid as a concrete divider. He had thin chestnut hair, and coarse-looking skin which at this moment was beet red.

  'Are you out of your fucking mind!' he screamed. 'What the hell are you doing? Trying to get yourself killed!'

  Decker scrambled down from the hood of the Cressida and dusted off his pants. 'Nah, not at all. Just trying to catch you before you left, Leek.'

  'You scared the shit out of me. Who the hell are you?'

  'I think you know,' Decker said. 'I think that's why you made a mad dash out of here.'

  'I left because I'm sick, Mister.'

  'It's Sergeant, Leek.'

  McKay became quiet, his eyes guarded. 'So that's what they teach you in the academy? How to scare innocent citizens?'

  'Nah, I learned that on the streets.' Decker pulled out

  his shield and showed it to him. 'I need a few minutes of your time.'

  'There's a thing called the phone—'

  'Sometimes people get squirrelly about answering it.' Decker pocketed his ID. 'Man, you left in a hurry.'

  'I'm sick as a dog. Anything illegal against that?'

  Decker said, 'Cut the crap. I need to speak to you. Any place is okay including a parking lot. But you may want to choose a place that offers a little more privacy. We may get into some personal stuff.'

  McKay covered his face, then dropped his hands to his sides. 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I really don't feel well.'

  'A baby's missing, Mr McKay.'

  'I swear to God I don't know a thing about that. I haven't seen Marie Bellson at the home in over a week. I told your partner I'd call if I heard from Marie. I haven't. I'm useless for information, Sergeant. You've got to believe me.'

  'What about Tandy Roberts?'

  'Your partner told me to stay away from her. I've been staying away.'

  Decker thought about that. If McKay had warned Tandy she might be in trouble and she was guilty of something, would she still be hanging around, working out at Silver's?

  'Listen, if you're as virginal as you say you are, you're going to want to help,
right?'