The Night Crew

Chapter 8

Harper and Creek followed her outside, and A

'So you didn't know the guy,' Harper said, a statement, not a question.

'Not except to nod to. I never met Jason's friends, except on the job.'

Harper was looking at her skeptically, and A

'Dope stuff?'

'No. Usually UCLA stuff. The night your son died, that was the last time we saw him. He had the inside track on a college animal rights group that raided the medical labs at UCLA.'

'I saw it on TV, the pig thing,' Harper said. 'How'd that co

Creek said, 'It didn't. The raid was college kids, and your son was at a high-school party. The only co

Harper rubbed his chin, looking at Creek. 'You're sure?'

'Work it out yourself.'

Harper looked away, into the middle distance, then back, and nodded. 'All right. But my kid's dead, your friend's dead, they shared a dealer, and now a dealer's deadand A

'Did you see any of these dot things in therethe wizards?' A

'How'd you know about the wizards?' Harper asked sharply.

'Wyatt told me. He told me about you so I wouldn't report that I was mugged.'

'Okay.' He looked at his shoes. 'Sorry about the thing at the apartment. I didn't know who it was, I was in there illegally, sort of. Not a good place to be caught messing with an apartment.'

'So how'd you track this guy down?' A

'Got Wyatt to check Jason on the computer, found the arrest, got MacAllister's name, checked with the phone company and got an address. No problem.'

'You keep stepping into shit like this, it's go

'I can't.' Harper shook his head: 'I've got a slightly different agenda than the cops.'

'What? Revenge?' A

'Nah.' Harper said. He looked back at the house, as A

'Leave it to the cops,' Creek said again.

'You don't get justice from cops,' Harper said. 'You get procedure. Sometimes you get arrests. Occasionally you get convictions. You never get justice.'

'So what do we do here?' Creek asked.

A

They called Wyatt at home, hoping for a charitable referral to the local Burbank cops.

'What?' Wyatt grumbled into the mouthpiece. His voice was thickened by sleep.

A

'Stay out of the house, don't touch anything,' Wyatt said. He was awake now, and unhappy. 'I'm go

'I think we're in Burbank,' she said.

'All right, I'll call Burbank. You wait.'

'We're in the street right outside the house,' A

'Jake? What's he doing there?' Wyatt asked, even more unhappy.

'I'll let him tell you,' A

Louis stuck his head out of the truck: 'We've got a fire in Hollywood Hills, the girlfriend of somebody big, the way the fire guys are talking.'

'Forget it,' A

The first cop car arrived five minutes after Harper got off the phone: not Burbank, but North Hollywood. Burbank was two blocks away. The cops talked to Harper, briefly, a little chilly, and started the murder routine: cops around the house, neighbors on lawns, yellow crime scene tape, medical examiners, L.A. homicide detectives and, eventually, Wyatt. He nodded wordlessly as he passed them, flashed a badge at a cop outside the door and went in. Five minutes later, he was back out.

'What a mess,' he said.

'Yeah,' A

'I hope you called someone,' Wyatt said.

'I live in Venice. The neighbors chased him off, the cops came over and had a Coke.'

'Might not be you,' Wyatt said. 'I mean, on the guy's chest.'

She got a quick mental flash of the body, and felt herself tighten up: whoever had done that was far gone. But she wouldn't fool herself, either: 'C'mon, how many A

Wyatt said, 'All right. I don't want to scare you any more than you are, butremember the cuts on O'Brien's face? I thought they looked like gang marks?'

'Yes?'

'They were like this, remember?' He made a quick slashing triangle design on the palm of his hand with the opposite index finger.

'Triangles,' A

'Or A's,' Wyatt said quietly. 'Upside-down As.'

'Oh, no.' She put her hands to her cheeks. 'Can't be A's.'

'Could be,' Wyatt said. 'We gotta have a serious talk with the L.A. guys.'

'Are they upset?' She looked toward the house. 'About us going inside?'

Wyatt glanced toward Harper: 'Not as much as you might think.'

'Wasn't her fault anyway,' Harper said, stepping into the conversation. 'She didn't know what she was go

'Did she?'

Harper glanced at her, then suddenly gri

'Did not,' A

Creek, looking past them, said apprehensively, 'Uh-oh, here we go.'

An L.A. detective was headed their way, the languid, dangerous stroll affected by cops when they were being cool. He was carrying a rolled pamphlet. He glanced at A

A movie line: one that should have been followed by a cigarette flicked into the street. Harper shrugged: 'You heard about my kid.'

'Yeah. Brutal.' The detective looked back at the house, and then said, 'Listen, I know this is a really horseshit time to ask you this, but I got a problem. I gotta come see you. About Lucy.'

'Go

'I gotta. She's crazier than a shithouse mouse. If I don't get out of there. but I can't leave the kids.'

'Call me,' Harper said.

'I'm hurtin' for cash.' The cop was embarrassed.

'We'll put it on your Sears card,' Harper said. He poked the cop in the ribs, and the cop nodded and said, 'I'll call youthanks.' He nodded at A

'What was all that about?' A

'Jake's a lawyer,' Wyatt said. 'He has about half the cop business in the county.'

'I thought you said he wasa cop.'

'Was. Ten years ago.'

The lead detective's name was Carrol Trippen, a tall, impatient, prematurely white-haired Anglo. He split them up, talked to each of them for a moment, compared their stories and finally sent them downtown to make statements.

'Are we in trouble? Should I get a lawyer?' A

'Harper pisses me off, calling you guys,' Trippen said sourly. 'But it wasn't your fault, and I know where he's coming from. I got bigger things to worry about than hassling people who looked at a dead guy.'

The cops kept A

When they finished, he peered at her over his coffee cup and said, 'Tell you what: You know this guy. The killer.'

'If it's me.' She'd been having second thoughts.

'C'mon. Even youthink it's you.'

'So what do I do?'

'First thing is, with this prowler you had, I'd move out of your house. Stay at a motel for a few days, don't tell anybody where you are. When you've got to work, meet your friends somewhere. You got a cellular, anybody can get in touch if they need to.'