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Trotter laughed. "That's ridiculous." Then his face grew icy. "This is pretty serious, what you're suggesting. You start spreading rumors like this, it could get embarrassing. For me… and for you. I hope you realize that."
"Assault and breaking and entering are very serious crimes," Alvarado said.
Trotter picked up the plant. It was impressive. A cactus, dangerous looking. "If there's nothing else…"
"No, there's nothing else. Thanks for your time." Lampert nodded to his partner and he and York started back to the cars.
When they were in the parking lot Lampert said, "He's up to something."
York nodded. "I know what you mean – that look he gave me. It was like he was saying, I'm going to get you. I swear."
"Look? That's not what I'm talking about. Didn't you hear him? He said he wasn't interested in your 'alarms.' I never told him that's what Diaz said. I only mentioned 'security.' That could mean anything. Makes me believe Diaz was telling the truth."
York was impressed. "I never noticed it. Good catch. So what do we do now?"
"You have that list I wanted? Of anybody might have a grudge against you?" He handed over a sheet of paper. "Anything else I should do?"
Looking at the list, Lampert said, "One thing. You might want to think about a bodyguard."
Stan Eberhart looked a bit like Lampert – solid, sculpted hair, humorless, focused as a terrier – only with a tan. The big man stood in the doorway of York 's home. The businessman ushered him in.
"Morning, sir," He spoke with a faint drawl and was the epitome of calm. Eberhart was the head of security for York 's company – York -McMillan-Winston Investments. After his meeting with the cops and Trotter, York had called the man into his office and told him the situation. Eberhart agreed to "put together a comprehensive SP that'll take in all contingencies for the situation." Sounding just like the Scottsdale cops (not too surprising; Eberhart had been a detective in Phoenix).
An SP, it turned out, was a security plan, and York figured it would be a good one.
Eberhart was a heavy-hitter in corporate security. In addition to working homicide in Phoenix he'd been a federal drug agent and a private eye. He was a black- or red- or some other kick-ass-belt karate expert and flew helicopters and owned a hundred guns. Security people, York learned, did all that Outdoor Life Network crap. Tough guys. York didn't get it. If making money, golf, martinis and women weren't involved, what was the point?
Alone now in the house – Carole was at her te
Why? Did he think it was too exposed because of the glass? He's worried about goddamn snipers? York laughed to himself.
Eberhart suggested they go into the kitchen, away from the glass windows.
York shrugged and played along. They sat at the kitchen island. The man unbuttoned his jacket – he always wore a suit and tie, whatever the temperature. "First off, let me tell you what I've found out about Trotter. He was born in New Hampshire, majored in engineering in Boston.
He got married and went into the army. After he was discharged he came back here. Whatever happened after that – the stuff in the VA file – he seemed to turn his life around. Started the landscaping company. Then his wife died."
"Died? Maybe that's the thing – he blames me for it. What happened?"
Eberhart was shaking his head. "She had cancer. And you, your company and your clients don’t have any co
"You checked that?"
"An SP is only as good as the intelligence behind it," the man recited. "Now about his family: He's got three kids. Philip, Celeste and Cindy, ages fourteen, seventeen and eighteen. All in local public schools. Good kids, no trouble with the law." He showed candid pictures that looked like they were from school yearbooks: a ski
"You ever hit on the girls?"
"God no." York was offended. He had some standards.
Eberhart didn't ask if his boss had ever made a move on the son. If he had, York would've fired him on the spot.
"Trotter was single for a while then last year he remarried, Nancy Stockard – real estate broker, thirty-nine. She got divorced about five years ago, has a ten-year-old son." Another picture emerged. "You recognize her?"
York looked at the picture. Now, she was somebody he could definitely go for. Pretty in a girl-next-door way. Great for a one-night stand. Or two.
But, he reflected, no such luck. He would've remembered.
Eberhart continued, "Now, Trotter seems like a good guy, loves his kids, drives 'em to soccer and swimming and their after-school jobs. Model parent, model husband, and good businessman. Made a ton of money last year. Pays his taxes, even goes to church sometimes. Now, let me show you what we've come up with for the SP."
The plan provided for two teams of security specialists, one to conduct surveillance on Trotter and the other to serve as bodyguards. It would be expensive; rent-a-cops don't come cheap.
"But frankly I don't think this'll go on for too long, sir," Eberhart said. He explained that all seven people he had in mind for the security detail were former cops and knew how to run crime scenes and interview witnesses. "With all of us on it, we'll build a solid case, enough to put him away for a long time. We'll have more people and resources on this than Scottsdale Homicide."
And, Christ, the fee'll probably be the same as their a
York gave the man his and Carole's general daily routine, the stores they shopped at, restaurants and bars they went to regularly. He added that he wanted the guards to keep their distance; he still hadn't shared the story with Carole.
"She doesn't know?"
"Nope. Probably wouldn't take it too well. You know women."
Eberhart didn't seem to know what his boss meant exactly. But he said, "We'll do the best we can, sir."
York saw the security man to the door, thanked him. The man pointed out the first team, in a tan Ford, parked two doors down. York hadn't even noticed them when he'd answered the door. Which meant they knew what they were doing.
As the security specialist drove off, York 's eyes again looked into the back yard, at the desert horizon. Recalling that he'd laughed about snipers earlier.
Now, the thought wasn't fu
As the days went by there were no further incidents and York began to relax. The guard details watching York and Carole remained largely invisible, and his wife had no clue that she was being guarded when she went on her vital daily missions – to the nail salon, the hairdresser, the club and the mall.
The surveillance team kept a close watch on Trotter, who seemed oblivious to the tail. He went about his life. A few times the man fell off the surveillance radar but only for short periods and it didn't seem that he'd been trying to lose the security people. When he disappeared the teams on York and Carole stepped up protection and there were no incidents.
Meanwhile, Lampert and Alvarado continued to look into the list of people with grudges from York 's past. Some seemed likely, some improbable, but in any event none of the leads pa
York decided to get away for a long weekend in Santa Fe for golf and shopping. York chose to leave the bodyguards behind, because they'd be too hard to hide from Carole. Eberhart thought this was okay; they'd keep a close eye on Trotter and if he left Scottsdale a team would fly to Santa Fe to cover York immediately.