Blindman's Bluff (22 page)

And that’s exactly what Decker wanted: Brand’s voice speaking Spanish and recorded on tape.

E
VEN IF IT
wasn’t an actual legal breach, showing up at the house certainly was unethical. Rina studied Brett Harriman through the peephole to see if anyone was with him, but he appeared to be alone. He was dressed in a blue T-shirt and jeans.

“What do you want?” she asked through the closed door.

“Can I come in? I just want to talk to you for a few minutes.” A pause. “It’s awkward to speak through a barrier.”

Rina opened the door, but kept the security chain on. “It’s awkward for you to show up at my house. We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“I identified the voice of the man I overheard at the courthouse.” A pause. “Maybe now you can come down and identify him.”

Rina was silent. She resented the intrusion.

Harriman said, “We should feel good about the teamwork. I think the ID might have helped your husband.” A pause. “I mean I feel good about it.”

It was nice to do one’s civic duty, but it wasn’t worth uncorking the champagne. Unless he was after the Kaffey reward. But then why bother her? Maybe if she continued the silent treatment, he’d take the hint.

Sure enough, Harriman gave up. “Sorry to have bothered you.”

Rina felt bad. Inhospitable wasn’t a word in her vocabulary, but the man was odd and she was alone. She watched him make his way down the steps, feeling the dips of the cement with the point of his shoe. When she couldn’t see him anymore through the peephole, she went to the window and pulled back the curtains just in time to see him slide into the passenger side of a newer-model black Honda Accord. Of course he hadn’t come alone. He couldn’t drive.

Her eyes swept along the empty street.

Well, nearly empty.

Directly across the road was Addison Ellerby’s twenty-five-year-old white Suburban. A few feet away from the truck was a dark blue Saturn sedan with tinted windows. She didn’t remember ever seeing that car in her neighborhood, but she didn’t pay much attention to cars. Automobiles were just background pieces, bits of color that dotted the landscape like a tree or a rosebush.

As soon as the Honda pulled away, the Saturn sprang to life and drove off behind it. Rina was positioned to catch the license plate.

An exercise in futility. There were no plates, just a framed piece of paper where the license plate was supposed to be, stating
ANOTHER SATURN SOLD FROM POPPER MOTORS.

DECKER SPOKE WITH
surprising calm, making his threat all the more ominous. “I’m going to kill him!”

Rina unwrapped a roast beef sandwich and handed it to him. They were sitting at his desk. Peter once told her that since he had an office—as opposed to a cubicle—he felt as if he had arrived. The area wasn’t much bigger than a walk-in closet. “I’m sure he didn’t mean anything.”

“I don’t care.” He took a bite. With a bulging cheek, he said, “His showing up is out of line and just plain creepy.”

“Yes, it is. Potato salad?” She passed him the carton before he could answer. “Not that I’m Xena the warrior, but even I could take on a blind man.”

Decker said, “Maybe he’s not blind. Maybe he’s one big con.”

Rina laughed. “He’s faking his blindness?”

“He’s obviously an attention seeker. Have you ever seen his eyes? Maybe he’s perfectly sighted and just wants to get into your pants.”

“Now you’re being ridiculous.”

“If he shows up again, call me immediately.”

“That would be about the last thing I’d do. You carry a gun.”

“And I know how to use it. Now tell me about the Saturn.”

She took a nibble of her turkey sandwich. “I told you everything. It was navy with tinted side windows, maybe two, three years old and didn’t have any regular plates.”

“Sedan, SUV, or coupe?”

“Sedan.”

“That would probably be an Astra or an Aura. And there was no license plate…just paper saying the car came from Popper Motors.”

“Exactly. It took off as soon as Harriman left.”

“And you didn’t see who was inside?”

“I didn’t even know someone was inside until it left. The windows were very dark. The Saturn made me more nervous than Harriman.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I couldn’t see who was behind the wheel. You should call up Popper Motors.”

“Marge is doing it right now. Do you think that the car was watching the house or watching Harriman?”

“I couldn’t say. If I had to guess, it would be Harriman. Or maybe no one.”

“Did the Saturn have a view of the window you were looking through?”

“I don’t know.”

“So not only did this schmuck show up at our house, potentially tainting any useful information he gave me, but he also possibly dragged you into something dangerous.” Decker was trying to con
trol his temper. “I don’t want you and Hannah to stay in the house if I’m not there.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“A strange car with tinted windows and paper plates was parked across the street, and I’m working on a very high-profile murder. Maybe it didn’t have anything to do with Harriman. Maybe it has something to do with me.”

“But then why did it leave when Harriman left?”

“I don’t know, Rina. But until I do know, it pays to be careful. Just do me a favor. Stay at your parents’ when I’m not home.”

“My parents are almost an hour away in traffic and Hannah has school.”

“She can stay with friends until I get home. You stay at your parents’. Agreed?”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” A broad smile. “But you won’t be getting any home-cooked meals for a while. What about Shabbos?”

“Call up friends and we’ll get us invited out.”

If Peter was willing to be that social, he was serious. “And you don’t think you’re overreacting?”

“No, I’m not overreacting, and even if I was, better to be safe.” Peter was still angry. “I can’t believe he showed up at the house. What an idiot! Or maybe he’s just deranged. I’ll kill that bastard!”

“Please don’t do that, Peter.” Rina took his hand and smiled. “Cops generally don’t do well behind bars.”

But he didn’t laugh. Rina took another stab at humor. “If I weren’t so trusting, I would think you’re trying to get rid of us. If I drop in and find you in the middle of a lap dance, your goose is cooked.”

“The only lap dance I want right now is one with Ms. Beretta. You mess with my wife, you mess with me.”

THE CALL TO
Harriman was brief. Stay away from his house, stay away from his wife.

“I didn’t mean anything.” He was contrite. “I just wanted to make sure she knew—”

“That’s
not
your business, Mr. Harriman, it’s
my
business. Your part in this investigation is done! Over! Finished! Get it?”

“Lieutenant, I know you think I’m a weirdo, but I’m not. I’ve worked for the courts for five years and I don’t get a lot of opportunity to do novel things. I suppose I overestimated the worth of my participation. If you need me, call.”

“Good,” Decker said. “We’ve reached an understanding. Before you get off, I want to ask you a couple of questions. Starting with who drove you to my house?”

“My girlfriend, Dana. You want her phone number?”

“I do.”

Harriman rattled off some numbers. “She’s at work. I just spoke to her a few minutes ago. I’m sure you can reach her.”

“Brett, did you notice anything unusual when you left my house?”

“Did I
notice
anything unusual?” A slight chuckle. “I’m blind.”

Okay. So he didn’t fall into that one. “Did you hear anything unusual when you left?”

“Like what?”

“You tell me.”

“Unusual?” Harriman was silent, trying to re-create the moment. “I walked back to the car…your wife closed the door to the house…”

“She told me she didn’t open the door.”

“I’m sorry to contradict you, but she did open the door. Probably not all the way because her voice still sounded a little muffled. Do you have a security chain on the front door? Maybe she opened it as far as the chain.”

Decker didn’t answer. “Go on. You heard her close the door…”

“Uh…I didn’t hear any footsteps nearby. I heard a dog bark. Sounded like a golden or a lab—something medium to large. I didn’t hear voices. There was some distant traffic. We took off…” A long pause. “I think there was a car behind us. Ask Dana.”

“I will. What’s Dana’s last name?”

“Cochelli. I’ve got to go back to court. I apologize for being overly zealous.”

“No problem.” Decker hung up. He was about to call up Harriman’s girlfriend when Grant Kaffey burst through the doors of the squad room. His eyes were wild and his hair was messy, as if it had been raked by nervous fingers. Decker bolted up and attempted to usher him into his office, but the man was too agitated.

“He’s
gone!”
Grant said.

Decker said, “Who’s gone?”

“Gil! I went to the market to pick up a few staples and when I came back, he’d disappeared!” Grant grabbed Decker’s arms. “You’ve got to find him!”

“Let’s go inside the office and talk about—”

“What’s there to talk about!” Grant screamed. “He’s gone! Just find him! Isn’t that your fucking job?!”

Decker kept his voice even. “If you all hadn’t disappeared in the first place, this might not have been necessary. If you want me to find your brother, let’s go into my office and you can tell me what happened. And if I find you credible, then I’ll think about an APB. Right now, buddy, from my standpoint, you look like suspect number one!”

The color drained from Grant’s face. “You think I hurt him?” Then his face turned crimson. “You think I’d hurt my own brother!”

Decker flung open the door to his office. “After you.”

Kaffey weighed his options, then stormed across the threshold of Decker’s office.

Score one for the lieutenant.

Decker closed his office door. “Did you call 911?”

“I called the police,” Grant said. “They told me that an adult missing for an hour wasn’t a crime. I tried to explain the situation, but the guy was an asshole.” He was pacing on whatever little floor space there was. “I hung up and came out here.”

“Where were you staying?”

“Somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. One of Gil’s buddies owns the place. He told my brother we could have it for the month.”

Decker said, “You drove all the way from Hollywood?”

“I was panicked! I didn’t want to stay alone in the house and I didn’t know what to do. You’re the enemy I know rather than the enemy I don’t know.”

“We’re on the same side, Mr. Kaffey. I need the address of the house.”

Grant was still pacing. “I don’t know it, but I could point out the house. It’s near a big street with lots of little cafés. Gil and I had dinner there last night.”

“Hillhurst?”

“Yeah, Hillhurst. Right.”

“Are you staying east or west of Hillhurst?”

“West…between Hillhurst and Tower.”

“Gower?”

“Yeah, Gower. If we ride down Hollywood, I could probably direct you.”

“How’d you find your way here?”

“I used the navigation system.” Grant stopped moving and regarded Decker. “We need to go now.”

“Where is Antoine Resseur?”

“Antoine?” Grant was confused. “At his apartment. Why? Where should he be?”

“I thought Gil was going to stay with Antoine Resseur. What changed his mind?”

“Resseur felt that Gil’s place and his place were targets. So Gil picked out another location. Why are you bringing up Antoine?”

“He’s missing. I was under the impression that he left with you two.”

“He did, but then he left and went back home, I thought.” A pause. “Do you think Antoine had something to do with it?”

Decker sidestepped the question. Resseur hadn’t been in his apartment for the last two days. That marked him as either a suspect or a scared man. “Do you know the name of the driver who took you to the house? We could call him and get the address.”

“No.” His face turned red with fury. “Why aren’t you making calls to your people?”

“To make calls to my people, I need an address. Hold on. Let me think.” Decker picked up the phone and called up the Hollywood station, asking for Detective Kutiel. It was a stroke of luck that his daughter was at her desk. “It’s your favorite Loo. I’ve got Grant Kaffey in my office. Apparently his brother is missing.”

“Not
apparently!
” Grant shouted. “He’s
missing!
Why don’t you believe me?”

Over the phone, Cindy said, “I heard that. How long has he been missing?”

“About an hour, maybe a little longer,” Decker said.

“An hour?” Cindy said. “Maybe he took a walk.”

“He just got out of the hospital, so I don’t think so. It could be that someone came by and picked him up—”

“Impossible!” Grant yelled.

“Picked him up to get away from his brother?” Cindy asked.

“The thought crossed my mind,” Decker told her. “Antoine Resseur—Gil’s ex-partner—has been missing since the shooting at the hospital. It could be the two of them ran away—”

“He didn’t run away with Antoine!” Kaffey interjected. “Someone fucking kidnapped him!”

“Hold on!” Decker covered the mouthpiece with his hand. “Excuse me while I finish up the conversation. I’m not cutting you off, but if you want help, we’ve got to get a plan going.” To Cindy he said, “The Kaffeys were staying in your territory. Somewhere between Gower and Hillhurst but I don’t know the address—”

“Beachwood!” Grant said triumphantly. “Is there a Beachwood street or boulevard?” When Decker nodded, he said, “We’re staying on Beachwood.”

Decker related the information to Cindy. “We’re on our way over. He can point out the house. Do you have time right now?”

“What do you want me to do? Hop in the car and hunt around the street?”

“That would be a start.”

“And what exactly am I looking for?”

“Start with Antoine Resseur’s car. It’s a 2006 red BMW 328i.” He
gave her the license number. “If Gil was picked up by anyone, I’m betting it was him. Could be they just went out for lunch—”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Grant shouted. “Gil was in no shape to go out!”

“Why not?” Decker countered. “You two went out for dinner last night.”