Hostage (2001) (14 page)

Barry Peters and Earl Robb trotted up the street from their radio car. Robb was carrying his Maglite.

'We're set with the phone company, Chief. PacBell shows six hard lines into the house, four of them listed, two unlisted. They blocked all six in and out like you wanted. No one else can call in on those numbers, and the only number they can reach calling out is your cell.'

Talley felt a dull relief; now he didn't have to worry that some asshole would get the Smiths' number and convince Rooney to murder his hostages.

'Good, Earl. Did we get more bodies from the Highway Patrol?'

'Four more CHiPs and two cars from Santa Clarita.'

'Put them on the perimeter. Have Jorgenson do it, because he knows what I told Rooney.'

'Yes, sir.'

Robb trotted away as Peters turned on his Maglite, lighting two floor plan sketches that had been made on typing paper.

'I worked these out with the neighbors, Chief. This is the upstairs, this is the downstairs.'

Talley grunted. They weren't bad, but he wasn't confident that they were accurate; details like window placement and closet location could be critical if a forced entry was required. Talley asked about architectural drawings.

'These are the best I could do; there wasn't anything at the building commission.'

'There should be. This is a planned community. Every house plan in the development should be on file.'

Peters looked upset and embarrassed.

'I'm sorry, Chief. I called both the AntelopeValley and Santa Clarita building commissions, but they don't have anything, either. You want me to try something else?'

'The Sheriffs are going to need those plans, Barry. Get hold of someone from the mayor's office or one of the council people. Sarah has their home and work numbers. Tell them we need access to the permit office right away. Pull the permits you find and check the contractors. Somebody had to keep a set of file plans.'

As Peters hustled away, Larry Anders's car rolled around the corner and pulled to a stop beside Talley. A slim, nervous man climbed from the passenger side.

'Chief, this is Brad Dill, Rooney's employer.'

'Thanks for coming, Mr. Dill.'

'Okay.'

Talley knew that Dill owned a small cement-contracting business based in Lancaster. Dill had weathered skin from working in the sun and small eyes that kept glancing somewhere else. He had trouble maintaining eye contact.

'You know what's going on here, Mr. Dill?'

Dill glanced up the street past Talley, then inspected the ground. Nervous.

'Okay, the officer told me. I just want to say I didn't know anything about this. I didn't know what they were going to do.'

Talley thought that Dill probably had a criminal record.

'Mr. Dill, those two didn't know what they were going to do until they did it. Don't worry about it. You're here because you've worked with them and I'm hoping you can help me understand them. You see?'

'Okay. Sure. I've known Dennis for almost two years now, Kevin a little less.'

'Before we get into that, I want you to identify these guys. Officer Anders says you also know the third subject?'

'Okay. Sure. That would be Mars.'

'Let's look at the pictures. Larry, do you have them?'

Anders returned to the car and brought back the two 8 x 10 prints that had been made from the security tape. He had to return to his car a second time for his Maglite. Soon they would have to move into one of the houses. Talley wondered if Mrs. Pena would let them use hers.

'Okay, Mr. Dill. Let's take a look. Can you identify these people?'

The first picture showed a slightly fuzzy Kevin Rooney by the front door. Dennis and the third man were clearly visible in the second print. Talley was pleased with the prints. Anders had done a good job.

'Okay. Sure. That's Kevin, he's Dennis's kid brother. And that one is Dennis. He just come back from the Ant Farm.'

'And you know the third man?'

'That would be Mars Krupchek. He come on the job about a month ago. No, wait, not quite four weeks, I guess. Him, I don't know so well.'

Anders nodded along with Dill, confirming what he had heard earlier.

'I called Krupchek in to Sarah on the drive, Chief. She's running his name through DMV and the NCIC.'

Talley questioned Dill about how Dennis behaved on the job. Dill described a temperamental personality with a penchant for overstatement and drama. Talley grew convinced that his original impression was correct: Rooney was an aggressive narcissist with esteem problems. Kevin, on the other hand, showed evidence of concern for others; where Dennis would show up for work late and expend little effort on the job, Kevin showed up on time and was willing to help others; he was a passive personality who would take his cues from the stronger personalities in his sphere of influence. He would never drive an action, but would instead react to whatever was presented to him.

Talley paused to consider if he was missing an obvious avenue of questioning. He took the Maglite from Anders to look at the photograph of Kevin, then decided to move on to Mars Krupchek. He had been concerned about Mars since he had seen the unknown subject lean over the counter to watch Junior Kim die. Talley noticed something on the 8 x 10 of Mars that he hadn't seen in the security tape. A tattoo on the back of Mars's head that read: BURN IT.

'What can you tell me about Krupchek?'

'Not so much. He showed up one day looking for work when I needed a guy. He was well-spoken and polite; he's big and strong, you know, so I gave him a try.'

'Did he know the Rooneys before he came on the job?'

'No, I know that for a fact. I introduced them. You know, Mars this is Dennis, Dennis this is Mars. Like that. Mars just kinda stays by himself except for when he's with Dennis.'

Talley pointed out the tattoo.

'What's this mean, "Burn it"?'

'I dunno. It's just a tattoo.'

Talley glanced at Anders.

'Did you put out the tattoo as an identifier?'

'Yes, sir.'

Identities on the NCIC computer could be crosschecked by permanent identifiers like tattoos and scars. Talley turned back to Brad Dill.

'You know what he did before this?'

'No, sir. Nope.'

'Know where he's from?'

'He doesn't talk so much. You ask him, he doesn't say so much.'

'How does he get along with the other men?'

'Well enough, I guess. He never had much to do with anyone until Dennis came back. That was only a week or so ago. Before Dennis came back, he would just stay by himself and watch everyone else.'

'What do you mean, watch everyone else?'

'I don't know if I'm saying it right. When the guys go on a break, he doesn't sit with'm. He sits off by himself and watches them, kinda like he was keeping an eye on them. No, wait, that's not right. It was more like he's watching TV. Does that make sense? Sometimes it'd make me think he'd fallen asleep the way he'd do that. He was just, I dunno, staring.'

Talley didn't like what he was hearing about Krupchek, but he also didn't know what to make of it.

'Has he ever demonstrated violence or aggression toward the other men?'

'He just sits there.'

Talley handed the photograph back to Anders. Mars Krupchek might be retarded or suffer from some other mental impairment, but Talley didn't know. He had no sense of who Mars Krupchek was, what he was capable of, or how he might act. This left Talley feeling anxious and wary. The unknown could kill you, and was often worse than you imagined.

'Mr. Dill, do you have an address for Krupchek?'

Dill pulled a tiny address book from his back pocket and read off an address and phone number. Anders copied them.

Talley thanked Brad Dill for his help, told him that Anders would bring him home, then took Anders aside out of earshot.

'Check that Krupchek's address matches with the billing address listed with the phone. If it does, call the Palmdale City Attorney's office and ask for a telephonic search warrant, then head to his residence. After you've got the warrant, go in and see what you find. Take someone with you.'

As Anders and Dill drove away, Talley tried to recall the things that he still needed to do. Mrs. Smith had to be found, his officers had to be fed, and he wanted to check the perimeter positions of the newly arrived Highway Patrol officers to make sure that Jorgenson hadn't placed them too close to the house. When he realized that he would have to call Rooney again soon, a swell of panic threatened to overwhelm him. He would have to call Rooney every hour throughout the night; interrupt his sleep, break down his resistance, wear him down. A hostage barricade was a war of attrition and nerves. Talley didn't know that his own nerves were enough to see it through.

Metzger's voice cut through his radio.

'Chief, Metzger.'

'Go, Leigh.'

'The Sheriffs are inbound. Ten minutes out.'

Talley slumped against his car and closed his eyes. Thank God.

Dennis tried not to look at Mars after his conversation with Talley, but he couldn't help himself. He thought about what Kevin had told him, about Mars wanting to shoot that cop who had come to the door, about Mars lying that the cop had pulled his weapon and Mars firing first. Maybe Talley had something; maybe Dennis could beat the rap if it was Mars who shot the officer, and not him. If Kevin backed him up, they might be able to cut a deal with the prosecutor for their testimony against Mars. Dennis felt a desperate hope, but then he remembered the money. If he cut a deal, he had to give up the money. He shoved the phone aside and turned back to the others. He wasn't ready to give up the cash.

Kevin looked at him anxiously.

'Are they giving us the helicopter?'

'No. We gotta find another way out of here. Let's start looking.'

The girl and her fat brother were still kneeling beside their father. She started on him right away.

'There's nothing to look for. You've got to do something to help my father.'

She still held the washcloth to her father's head, but now the ice was melted and the cloth was soaked. Dennis felt a flash of annoyance.

'Shut up, all right? I've got a situation here, in case you haven't noticed.'

Her face worked harder.

'All you're doing is watching yourself on TV. You hurt him. Look at him. He needs a doctor.'

'Shut up.'

'It's been hours!'

'Put more ice in the cloth.'

'Ice doesn't help!'

The fat boy started crying.

'He's in a coma!'

The girl surprised him. She lurched to her feet with the abrupt fury of a jack-in-the-box and stomped toward the door.

'I'm getting a doctor!'

Dennis felt outside of himself, as if the weight of the cops and his being trapped in this house were all suddenly real where they hadn't been before. He caught her in two steps, slapping her just the way his old man used to lay out the old lady, that shrill bitch. He caught the girl square on the side of the face with the weight of his hand, knocked her flat fucking down to the floor. The fat boy shouted her name and charged, pummeling Dennis like an angry midget. Dennis dug his fingers into the soft meat on the back of the boy's neck, and the fat boy squealed. Then Kevin was shoving him away.

'STOP IT!'

Kevin pushed the fat boy down with his sister, placing himself between them and Dennis.

'Just stop it, Dennis. Please!'

Dennis was in a blood fury. He wanted to beat Kevin down, to smash his face and kick him into a pulp. He wanted to beat the fat boy and the girl, then throw the cash in the Jaguar and crash out of the garage and shoot it out with the cops all the way down to Mexico.

Mars was staring at him, his face a shadow, his eyes tiny glints of strange light like ferrets peering from caves.

Dennis shouted, 'What?'

Mars made the quiet smile and shook his head.

Dennis stepped back, breathing hard. Everything was coming apart. Dennis looked back at the television, half expecting to see the cops storming the house, but the scene outside was exactly as it had been minutes before. The girl was holding her face in her hands. The fat boy was glaring with hate-filled eyes like he wanted to cut Dennis's throat. Their father was breathing noisily through his nose. The pressure was making him crazy.

Dennis said, 'We gotta do something with them. I can't deal with this shit.'

Mars lumbered to his feet, large and gross.

'We should tie them up so we don't have to worry about them. We should have done that anyway.'

Dennis hooked his head toward the girl, speaking to Kevin.

'Mars is right. We can't leave these assholes running around like this, getting in the way. Find something to tie'm up with, and take them upstairs.'

'What do I use to tie them?'