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At twenty minutes after eight I parked beside the North Hollywood station house and went up to the detectives' squad room. Poitras was standing by a desk, talking to Griggs in a low voice. Griggs was sipping coffee from a mug that said #1 DADDY and nodding. When Poitras saw me he said something else to Griggs, then jerked his head back toward his office. He didn't look happy. "Come on," he said.
"Top of the morning to you, too, Louis."
A thin blond man sat in the hard chair in Poitras' office. He wore brown slacks and brand-new tan Bally loafers with little tassels and a brown coarse-knit jacket with patches on the elbows. He had a dark beige shirt and a yellow tie with little white camels. Silk. He glowed the way ski
O'Ba
Spec Op. Stanford Law, all right. "You say that to girls when you try to pick'm up?" I said.
O'Ba
They make'm tough up at Stanford.
"I thought not. Tell me about your encounter with Duran."
I started at the begi
I started again. I told him how the Eskimo and Manolo picked me up in my office and brought me out to the bull ranch, and I told him what happened out there. Listening to myself describe Duran and reconstruct the dialogue and sequence of events, I came out sounding pretty good. It's easy to sound good. All you do is leave in the parts where you act tough and forget the parts where you get shoved around. At one point we got up and went out into the squad room where they have a big map of L. A. and the surrounding counties so I could ballpark the ranch. O'Ba
When I finished, O'Ba
"I could make up more if you want."
"Did the Lang woman have any direct contact with Duran?"
"The Lang woman's name is Ellen, or Ms. Lang."
O'Ba
"No, no direct contact."
He folded his note pad and put it in his inside jacket pocket, unconcerned that it might ruin the line. Daring, he was. Gotta be daring for Spec Op. He said, "All right. We may need to talk to her later."
I looked at Lou. "Later?"
O'Ba
"I figured maybe we could do a little better than later. You know, with her son missing and all."
O'Ba
Poitras' jaw worked and he picked at something invisible on his desk. He said, carefully, "Somebody downtown decided Special Operations was better suited to cover Duran."
"What the hell does that mean?"
His voice came out ugly. "What the hell does it sound like, Elvis? You took an IQ reducer since last night? We're out. You're out. That's the end of it."
I said, "O'Ba
O'Ba
"I'll bet you can't get it up, can you, O'Ba
He tried to give me the sort of glare he'd seen fighters give on TV. Then he walked out.
The big redheaded secretary was talking to Griggs down by the rec room door. She watched O'Ba
"It ain't been shut off. Other people are handling it, that's all."
"Bullshit."
Poitras' eyes were small and hard. Kielbasa fingers worked against each other with no purpose. Someone knocked at the door. Poitras went red. He yelled, "Beat it!"
The door opened anyway and Griggs came in. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, arms crossed. Only a couple of hours into the morning and he already looked rumpled and tired.
I said, "It's still kidnapping, Lou. You can pass it to the feds."
Griggs said quietly, "You know the rules, bo. You pass it up the line, up the line has to refer it."
"Did Baishe bring them in?"
"Goddamn it, it wasn't Baishe," Lou said. "You got Baishe on the brain. Forget him. He was for it."
"What do I tell Ellen Lang?"
"Tell her it's a Special Operations bust. Tell her someone from Special Operations might come talk to her."
"Later."
"Yeah. Later."
"Is that what I tell Duran when he calls?"
"You're off Duran. That's the word. You go around Duran, O'Ba
"They grow'm hard up at Stanford Law," Griggs said. "Only a hard guy could wear a tie with little white camels like that, right, Lou?"
Lou didn't say anything.
I said, "This smells like buy-off, Lou. Like Duran picked up the phone."
Poitras leaned back in his chair and swiveled to look at the file cabinet. Or maybe he was looking at the pictures of his kids. "Get the hell out of here, Elvis."
I got up and went to the door. Griggs gave me sleepy eyes, then peeled himself away from the door and opened it.
I looked back at Lou. "The cops up in Lancaster happen to find a Walther.32 automatic in Lang's car?"
"How the hell do I know?"
"He had one."
"Good-bye."
I walked out. The door closed behind me, and I heard something heavy hit something hard. I kept walking.
The redhead was gone. I walked out past the rec room and the holding cell and into the stairwell. I met Baishe coming up. His face looked softer and older. He stopped me on the stairs. "I got a prowlcar making extra passes at Duran's place. That's the best I can do."
We nodded at each other, then he went up to the squad room and I went down and out to my car.