Eleventh Hour

“I know. Now, Nick, I want you to forget the hair, the tan, the eyes-it could all be cosmetic alterations. Study his face, the way he moves, how he talks using his hands.”

She said finally, “Maybe, I just don’t know. I just can’t be sure. He looks so different.”

Delion said, “Milton McGuffey-would you have spotted him if he hadn’t shot you?”

“You want brutal honesty here? The answer is I’m just not sure. Probably. Yes, I probably would have said something.”

Fly

Franken shook his head. “Sorry, like I already told you, he’ll be here when he wants to be here. If he’s in LA, he’ll be coming around. Weldon is a man of very set habits.”

“Mr. Franken,” Nick said, “has Mr. DeLoach always looked like this? Darkly ta

“Why, yes,” Franken said. “As long as I’ve known him. And that’s about eight years now. Why do you ask?”

Dane said to Nick, “If our guy is DeLoach, then when you saw him, he was most certainly wearing a wig, contacts. As for losing the tan, I’m not sure how that would be done except with makeup.”

“But why would he bother?” Nick said. “He sure didn’t expect me to be sitting in the church.”

“Yeah, but he would have seen a lot of people while he was in San Francisco. Maybe the disguise was for any- and everyone.”

Franken said, rubbing his elegant long fingers over his chin, “I don’t think Weldon DeLoach is the murderer. He-he’s just not the type to kill anyone. As I told you before, it’s just not in him.”

Dane remembered Wolfinger had called DeLoach a weenie. “You mean you believe he’s a coward?”

“No, nothing like that. It’s just-no, not Weldon.”

Nick said, “The killer wanted McGuffey to look like him, Dane, and that’s why he hired McGuffey to kill me. So he has to be dark and really pale-ski

“You’re probably right, Nick.” Dane asked them to zoom in to get a close-up of Weldon DeLoach, which Franken did. Wolfinger had said DeLoach was around thirty. Well, he didn’t look thirty. He looked forty, maybe more. He looked like he’d lived hard, that, or certainly a lot of stress. According to other writers interviewed, he wasn’t a cocaine neophyte. “But those years are over,” one of the lighting guys had told them. “Weldon hasn’t done bad stuff in a long time. He’s been really straight.”

DeLoach’s dark tan really stood out against his white shirt and white pants. His eyes were a pale blue. He had thi

Dane said, “Do you have anything with Weldon DeLoach speaking?”

“Why?” Delion said. “Nick never heard him speak.”

“Maybe she’ll recognize some of the moves he makes when he’s animated and speaking. Besides, I want to hear his voice, too.”

When Franken ran some more footage, there was Weldon DeLoach at a birthday party being held on a set, giving a toast. He had the softest voice Nick had ever heard, soft and soothing, without much expression or accent. She studied him carefully-the way his arms moved, his hands clenched and unclenched around a cup of booze he held aloft as he spoke, the way he held his head.

When it was over, she shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t be sure. But you know, if the San Francisco police can catch Stuckey, maybe he’ll identify DeLoach’s voice.”

“Good idea,” Dane said, and jotted it down in his small notebook. “Could you give us a copy of the tape?”

Franken nodded, said, “No problem. You’re really hoping that Weldon DeLoach is the madman who’s copying the scripts for The Consultant, aren’t you?”

“Fact is,” Delion said, sitting forward, “when we find him, we really want to sit down with him and have a nice cozy chat. We’ll see.”

“It’s not Weldon,” Jon Franken said again.

“Now, Mr. Franken,” Fly

“Yes,” Franken said, “DeLoach was really excited about the series.” His cell phone rang and he excused himself. When he came back, he said, “That was my assistant. She said one of Weldon’s friends just told her that Weldon was going up to Bear Lake to spend time with his dad. Said he was going to take at least three weeks and he wanted to do some fishing, too. His father’s in a home up there, Lakeview Home for Retired Police Officers.”

Delion said, “You mean DeLoach’s father is a retired cop?”

Franken said, “Yeah, I guess so. I do know his dad’s been there a long time. Once Weldon told me that his father was confused most of the time.”

Fly

“Bear Lake,” Delion said thoughtfully. “That’s up in the Los Padres National Forest, isn’t it? In Ventura County?”

“That’s right,” Fly

“And that means, of course, that DeLoach could have easily driven up to San Francisco anytime he wanted. And Pasadena,” Nick said.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Fly

“Thank you, Mr. Franken,” Delion said, rising. “Detective Fly

Jon Franken was gently swinging his foot with its Italian loafer tassel falling to one side, then to the other. He raised an eyebrow, but answered readily enough, and with good humor, “I was right here, Inspector Delion. I’m working on Buffy the Vampire Slayer at present. Very long days.”

Delion nodded, then turned away, saying over his shoulder, “Oh yes, what’s the name of Mr. Frank Pauley’s wife? You know, the one who plays the girlfriend on The Consultant?”

“Belinda Gates.”

“We’d like to speak to her. And the star of the show, Joe Kleypas.”

“Of course. Watch it with him, Inspector. Joe isn’t always mellow, particularly when he drinks. He’s got quite a temper, actually. If you accuse him of being a murderer, his smile might just drop off his face.” He looked Savich and Dane up and down, smiled to himself, and said, “Of course, it would be interesting to see what would happen if he went at it with you guys.”

Jon Franken took Savich and Sherlock to the commissary for lunch. “Belinda’s working a soap this week,” he said as he chewed slowly on a single french fry. “A guest slot. There were some problems, so I know they were shooting today. Maybe she’ll be here. If she doesn’t show, I’ll take you to her trailer. It’s pretty rare that the bigger stars come in here. They hang out in their trailers most of the time. You probably noticed trailers scattered all over the lot.” He shook his head. “What a life, not much glamour sitting in a trailer.”

Sherlock said, looking around the big rectangular room, “I guess I expected a big buffet, cafeteria-style. I do like all those 1930s murals on the walls.”

“I like all the ape characters from the new Planet of the Apes you’ve got set around this big room,” Savich said. “They’re really lifelike.”

“This is Hollywood,” Jon said. “We never stop advertising or patting ourselves on the back. Actually, though, this commissary doesn’t compare to the one over at Universal. You can catch some really big stars over there because the place is so opulent.”