Private

"Stop," I called out. "We're done."

I raised my hands. Kept them high and in sight as Mosconi walked my way. Then he hit me hard with the Beretta. I guess we weren't done.

I went down. Then we were done.

Chapter 46

A FEW SECONDS LATER, Mosconi stood over me, eclipsing the weak sun. I tasted sour bile. Meanwhile, I was thinking that no one knew where we were. Del Rio and I were outnumbered and outgu

Mosconi spoke softly, even kindly. "That one's for the way you talked to Mr. Noccia," he said. "Now get the hell up, Morgan."

I struggled to my feet, and as soon as I was upright, Mosconi hit me with a hard right to the chin. I staggered back and fell again, crushing a lounge chair, breaking a table. Spots blinked in front of my eyes.

"That's for trespassing," Mosconi said. "And calling me Francis."

I felt cold metal as he screwed his gun down into my ear. The other two were working Rick over, cursing and screaming as they pounded him.

"You've got to learn some respect, Morgan. You and your friend."

"I understand," I said. "I do. I apologize. Help me up."

Mosconi laughed at me. He reached his hand down, and I grabbed it and twisted his wrist until Mosconi shrieked and followed his pain to the ground.

The Beretta clattered to the flagstones. I grabbed it on the second bounce and jammed the muzzle into Mosconi's temple. Fair is fair.

"Put your guns on the ground," I shouted to Ricci and Lifeguard. "Guns on the ground and step away."

Joe Ricci immediately put his gun on the ground. Then so did Lifeguard.

"Morgan," Mosconi said with a sneer. "It's over. You win this time."

"It's not over yet," I said.

I didn't want to be followed and I didn't want a bullet in the back, so I ordered the three of them into the pool.

Ricci took off his shoes and his watch and walked down the steps at the shallow end like a gentleman. Mosconi shed his jacket and did a ca

"Don't forget these," I called to them.

I tossed their guns into the pool.

The call girls began to move in closer. One of them put her hands on her knees and glowered at Mosconi in disgust. She was a little thing with blazing eyes.

"Now how are we supposed to swim in there?" she asked.

"Flap your arms and kick your legs," Del Rio said to her.

Glenda Treat watched from a vine-draped window as Del Rio and I left her yard. I waved bye-bye, and predictably, she gave me the finger. Unfortunately, that was all I'd gotten at the Benedict Spa.

Chapter 47

"CONSIDER US EVEN," Del Rio said. He was holding a wad of paper towels to his bloody nose as I drove us back down the road toward the office.

"What are you talking about?"

"You saved my life back there. I've been waiting for this day."

"Not even close. They were just messing with us. You're delirious."

"Shit," Del Rio muttered.

"Why was Shelby working for Glenda Treat?" I said.

"She was your friend, Jack. I barely knew her."

A muted ring came from my briefcase in the backseat. I asked Del Rio to pass me the phone, and he did. I opened it, saw that I had a dozen missed calls. I said hello to Colleen.

"Where've you been, Jack? I've been calling and calling."

"I know that. I was at the spa. What's going on?" I asked her. My jaw was throbbing, my skull was a ball of pain, my ego was messed up.

"Justine wants to speak with you."

"Put her on."

"I'll warn her that you're a wee bit cranky."

"Put Justine on, Colleen. My mood couldn't be better."

Justine's words came in an agitated rush. "The mayor got an e-mail from the son of a bitch," Justine told me. "He said that he left Marguerite Esperanza's ru

I said, "Hang on."

There was a gas station coming up on the corner of Sunset and Fairfax. I pulled in.

"We've got almost a full tank," Del Rio said.

"Use the restroom. Wash the blood off your face. Justine? You still there?"

"Blood? What happened to Rick? What's going on? Why aren't you in the office? What's this about a spa?"

I got out of the car and walked to a secluded part of the Chevron's concrete lot. I told Justine about the pool party at the "spa" and that Glenda Treat had confirmed that Shelby had worked there but not why.

"You're a shrink; explain this to me," I said. "Why was she a working girl?"

"Without knowing her, I don't think I can."

"Pretend you're doing a profile. Just starting one."

There was a pause. Then she said, "Shelby was a comic, right?"

"A good one."

"Okay. Well, if you combine equal parts narcissism and self-hatred, you might come up with a stand-up comic. You might also come up with a prostitute."

I must have groaned.

Justine said, "Was I too rough, Jack?"

"Shelby must have found out something she wasn't supposed to know. Maybe about the Noccias."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not over."

"I know. Jack?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you coming to the office? Sci and I have two very different approaches to the Schoolgirl case. I need another opinion."

"Sounds like we're making progress," I said. "I'll be right there."

Chapter 48

FOUR PAIRS OF eyes looked up in dismay, and maybe even shock, when Del Rio and I entered the war room.

"No one died," I said.

"Because there were too many witnesses," Del Rio added as a charming note.

Colleen came in to take orders for lunch as I was winding up my theory of the Shelby Cushman-Noccia family co

"We were outnumbered," I said.

"The usual?" she asked me.

"Extra fries," I said. "Extra ice."

When Colleen left, I turned the floor over to Dr. Sci.

"Jack, I've been over this with Mo. We agree. If the Schoolgirl killer is baiting his victims with fake messages, he has to have wireless access to their mobile phones in real time."

Mo-bot piped up. She was sleeveless, showing off a colorful mess of tattoos. It was hard to imagine her at Harvard, where she'd gone through her PhD. She took off her bifocals and said, "What Sci is implying is that we think the scum is waiting at a location, probably in a vehicle that won't call attention. We'd say a van.

"Scum grabs the signal out of the air and accesses the target's mobile unit and basically clones it. That's how he's able to send his own messages using a screen name from one of the victim's friends."

"If he can do that," Sci said, "he can block all other messages, incoming and outbound. As far as I know, there's no program that can hijack cell phone content wirelessly," Sci said.

"But it's imaginable. If you can imagine it, it can be done," added Mo-bot.