Flesh And Blood

My contact was Milo. His turf was West L.A. Division, and Hauser near Sixth was Wilshire. Petra Co

I said, “I’ll make a call.”

“Thank you so much, Doctor.”

“How’s Lauren been doing?”

“You’d be superproud of her – I am. She – We had a few rough years after her father walked out on us. She dropped out of high school without graduating – it was kind of… But then she pulled herself together, got her GED, attended J.C., got her associate’s degree with honors, and transferred to the U this past fall. She just finished her first quarter, got all A’s. She’s majoring in psychology, wants to be a therapist. I know that’s your influence. She admires you, Doctor. She always said what a caring person you were.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling surreal. “It’s midquarter break at the U, for another few weeks. Sometimes students travel.”

“No,” she said. “Lauren wouldn’t have gone anywhere without telling me. And not without luggage.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“You’re a good man, I always sensed that. You were a great influence on her, Doctor. You only saw her that couple of times, but it had an impact. She once told me she wished you were her father instead of Lyle.”

I tried Milo at home first, got no answer, just the tape with Rick Silverman’s voice on it. I tried the West L.A. detectives’ room.

“Sturgis.”

“Morning, this is your wake-up call.”

“Got sunrise for that, boyo.”

“Putting in weekend overtime?”

“What’s a weekend?”

“Thought the murder rate was down,” I said.

“Exactly,” he said. “So now we’re all ball-and-chained to subarctic cold cases. What’s up?”

“I need a favor.” I told him about Lauren, letting him know she’d been a patient, knowing he’d understand what I could and couldn’t say.

“She’s how old?” he said.

“Twenty-five. Missing Persons told her mother the only option was filing a report.”

“Did she file?”

“I didn’t ask her,” I said.

“So she wants some strings pulled… Problem is, Missing Persons is right. An adult case, without some evidence of disability or blood and guts or a stalking boyfriend – it comes down to routine for the first few weeks.”

“What if it were the mayor’s daughter?”

Long sigh. “What if I went down in a light plane off the coast of Cape Cod? I’d be lucky to get two drunks in a rowboat as a search party, let alone a Navy destroyer and a fleet of choppers. Okay, I’ll put in a call to MP. Anything else I should know about this girl?”

“She’s enrolled at the U, but it’s possible she got involved in something less than wholesome.”

“Oh?”

“Four years ago she was working as a stripper,” I said. “Private parties. She may still be stripping.”

“The mother told you this?”

“No, I learned it myself. Don’t ask how.”

Silence. “Okay. Spell her full name.”

I did and he said, “So we’re talking bad girl here?”

“I don’t know about that,” I snapped. “Just that she danced.”

He didn’t react to my anger. “Four years ago. What else?”

“She’s done one quarter at the U. Straight A’s, according to her mother.”

“Mama knows best?”

“Some mamas do.”

“What about this one?”

“Don’t know. Like I said, it’s been a long time, Milo.”

“Your own cold case.”

“Something like that.”

He promised to get back as soon as possible. I thanked him and hung up, took a longer than usual run, returned home sweat-drenched and faded, showered off, got dressed, went down to the pond and fed the koi without bothering to enjoy their colors. Returning to my office, I started to clear some custody reports.

I ended up thinking about Lauren.

From stripping to straight A’s at the U… I decided to call Jane Abbot, let her know I’d followed through. Maybe that would be the end of it.

This time a machine answered. A man’s voice, robotic, one of those ca

One call. Milo sounding even more tired: “Hey, Alex, getting back to you on Lauren Teague. Call whenever you’ve got a chance.”

I jabbed the phone. Another detective answered, and it took a few moments for Milo to come on the line.

“The mother did file a report. Yesterday. MP ran a background on Lauren.” He coughed. “She’s got a record, Alex. They haven’t informed the mother yet. Maybe they shouldn’t.”

“What kind of record?” I said.

“Prostitution.”

I kept silent.

He said, “That’s all, so far.”

“Does that alter the chance that someone will actually look for her?”

“The thing is, Alex, there’s nothing to go on. They asked the mother for any known associates, and she came up with zilch. MP detective’s feeling is that Mama is not in the loop when it comes to Lauren’s private life. And maybe Lauren traveling isn’t exactly an aberration. Her arrests weren’t only here. Nevada too.”

“Vegas?”

“Reno. Lots of girls work that route, hopping on cattle-car flights, doing one-, two-day turnarounds for fast cash. So maybe her picking up without explanation is just part of her lifestyle. Student, or not.”

“She’s been gone for a week,” I said. “Not exactly a turnaround.”

“So she stayed to play the tables. Or got herself a lucrative gig she wants to milk for a while. The point is, we’re not talking Suzy Creamcheese wandering away from the church bus.”

“When was her most recent arrest?” I said.

“Four years ago.”

“Here or Nevada?”

“Good old Beverly Hills. She was one of Gretchen Stengel’s girls, got nabbed at the Beverly Monarch Hotel.”

Site of Phil Harnsberger’s bachelor bash. The hotel’s vanilla rococo façade flashed in my head.

Tip money. I do great with tips.

“What month four years ago?” I said.

“What’s the difference?”

“Last time I saw her was four years ago. November.”

“Hold on, let me check… December nineteenth.”

“Gretchen Stengel,” I said.

“The Westside Madam herself. At least she wasn’t working the street for crack vials.”

I gripped the phone so hard my fingers ached. “Is there any record of a drug history?”

“No, just the solicitation bust. But Gretchen’s girls did tend to party hard – Look, Alex, you know passing judgment on people’s sex lives isn’t my thing, and I don’t even think much about dope unless it leads to someone being made dead. But the fact that Lauren’s a working girl does have to be taken into account here. Most likely she split for a gig and the roommate’s covering for her with Mom. I can’t see any reason to panic.”

“You’re probably right,” I said. “Mom may be out of the loop. Though she’s not totally unaware – told me Lauren went through some rough times, and her voice tightened up when she said it. And with the last arrest four years ago, maybe Lauren did turn herself around. She did enroll at the U.”

“That could be.”

“I know, I know – cockeyed optimism.”

“Hey, it gives you that boyish charm… So you treated her four years ago?”

“Ten. I saw her once four years ago. Follow-up.”

“Ah,” he said. “Ten years is a long time.”

“It’s a damned eon.”

Long pause. “You still sound… protective of her.”

“Just doing my job.” Surprised at the anger in my voice. I avoided further discussion by thanking him for his time.

He said, “The MP guy did agree to make some calls to hospitals.”