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"As if they became buddies?"
"Why do you say that?"
Milo handed me a piece of paper. "Here," he said, "look at this."
It was a printout from the phone company.
"This," he pointed to a circled seven - digit code, "is Handler's number - his home number, not the office. And this one is Bruno's."
Lines had been drawn between the two, like lacing on a high - topped shoe. There'd been lots of co
"Interesting, huh?"
"Very."
"Here's something else. Officially the coroner says it's impossible to fix a time of death for Bruno. The heat inside the house screwed up the decomposition tables - with the flack they've been getting they're not willing to go out on a limb and take the chance of being wrong. But I got one of the young guys to give me an off - the - record guess and he came up with ten to twelve days."
"Right around the time Handler and Gutierrez were murdered."
"Either right before or right after."
"But what about the differing m.o."s?"
"Who says people are consistent, Alex? Frankly there are other differences between the two cases besides m.o. In Bruno's case it looks like forced entry. We found broken bushes under a rear window and chisel marks on the pane - used to be a kid's room. Glendale P.D. also thinks they've got two sets of heel prints
"Two? Maybe Melody really saw something." Dark men. Two or three.
"Maybe. But I've abandoned that line of attack.
The kid will never be a reliable witness. In any event, despite the discrepancies, it looks like we might be on to something - what, I don't know. Patient and doctor, concrete proof that they maintained some kind of contact after treatment was over, both ripped off around the same time. It's too cute for coincidence."
He studied his notes, looking scholarly. I thought about Handler and Bruno and then it hit me.
"Milo, we've been held back in our thinking by social roles."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Roles. Social roles - prescribed sets of behaviors. Like doctor and patient. Psychiatrist and psychopath. What are the characteristics of a psychopath?"
"Lack of conscience."
"Right. And an inability to relate to other people except by exploiting them. The good ones have a glib, smooth facade, often they're good - looking. Usually above - average intelligence. Sexually manipulative. A predilection to engage in cons, blackmail, frauds."
Milo's eyes opened wide.
"Handler."
"Of course. We've been thinking of him as the doctor in the case and assuming psychological normalcy - he's been protected, in our eyes, by his role. But take a closer look. What do we know about him? He was involved in insurance fraud. He tried to blackmail Roy Longstreth, using his power as a psychiatrist. He seduced at least one patient - Elaine Gutierrez - and who knows how many more? And those putdowns in the margins of his notes - at first I thought they were evidence of burnout, but now I don't know. That was cold, pretending to listen to people, taking their money, insulting them. His notes were confidential - he never expected anyone else to read them. He could hang it all out, show his true colors. Milo, I tell you the guy comes across like your classic psychopath."
"The evil doctor."
"Not exactly a rara avis, is it? If there can be a Mengele, why not scores of Morton Handlers? What better facade for an intelligent psychopath than the title of Doctor - it yields instant prestige and credibility." "Psychopathic doctor and psychopathic patient." He mulled it over. "Not buddies, but partners in crime."
"Sure. Psychopaths don't have buddies. Only victims and accomplices. Bruno must have been Handler's dream come true if he was plotting something and needed one of his own kind for help. I'll bet you those first sessions were incredible, the two of them hungry hyenas, checking each other out, looking over their shoulders, sniffing the ground."
"Why Bruno, in particular? Handler treated other psychopaths."
"They were too crude. Short - order cooks, cowboys, construction workers. Handler needed a smooth type. Besides, how do we know how many of those guys were deliberately misdiagnosed like Longstreth?"
"Just to play devil's advocate for one second - one of those jokers was in law school."
I thought about it for a minute.
"Too young. In Handler's eyes a callow punk. In a few years, with degree in hand and a veneer of sophistication, maybe. Handler needed a businessman type' for what he wanted to pull off. Someone really slick. And Bruno appears to have fit that bill. He fooled Gershman, who's no idiot."
Milo got up and paced the room, ru
"It's definitely appealing. Shrinker and shrinkee pulling off a scam." He seemed amused.
"It's not the first time, Milo. There was a guy back East a few years ago - very good credentials. Married into a rich family and started a clinic for juvenile delinquents - back when they still called them that. He used his in - laws' social co
Milo pulled out his pencil. He started writing, thinking out loud.
"To the marble corridors of high finance. Bank records, brokerage statements, businesses filed under fictitious names. See what's left in the safe - deposit boxes after the IRS has done its dirty work. County assessor for info on property ventures. Insurance claims out of Handler's office." He stopped. "I hope this gets me somewhere, Alex. This goddamn case hasn't helped my status in the department. The captain is aiming for promotion and he wants to show more arrests. Handler and Gutierrez weren't ghetto types he can afford to let fade away. And he's ru
I nodded. A small - town police chief in Bellingham, Washington, had caught the Hillside Strangler - something the LAPD. war machine hadn't been able to do.
He got up, went into the kitchen and ate half of a cold chicken standing over the sink. He washed it down with a quart of orange juice and came back wiping his mouth.
"I don't know why I'm fighting not to laugh, up to my ass in dead bodies and no apparent progress, but it seems so fu
Put that way it didn't sound fu
"What about the girl?" he asked.
"Gutierrez? What about her."
"Well, I was thinking about those social roles. We've been looking at her as the i
"It's not impossible. But we know Bruno was psychopathic. Any of that kind of evidence about her?"
"No," he admitted. "We looked for Handler's file on her and couldn't find it. Maybe he shredded it when their relationship changed. Do you guys do that?"
"I wouldn't know. I never slept with my patients - or their mothers."
"Don't be touchy. I tried to interview her family. The old, plump mamacita, two brothers, one of 'em with those angry, macho eyes. There's no father - he died ten years ago. The three of them live in a tiny place in Echo Park. When I got there they were in the middle of mourning. The place was full of the girl's pictures, in shrines. Lots of candles, baskets of food, weeping neighbors. The brothers were sullen. Mama barely spoke English. I made a serious attempt to be sensitive, culturally aware and all that. I borrowed Sanchez from Ramparts Division to translate. We brought food, kept a low profile. I got nada. Hear no evil, speak no evil. I honestly don't think they knew much about Elena's life. To them West LAs as distant as Atlantis. But even if they did they sure as hell weren't going to tell me."