driver? What do we know about the two of them?”
“The only other movie of hers Capaletti worked on was Banner Season, but he drove for Jeff Bridges on that one. We're still checking the driver out, though. You ever see Banner Season?”
“No, I didn't. How hot is the crime scene? Our people, LAPD, the media? Anything else I should know before we arrive?”
“I haven't actually been there yet,” Page admitted. 'But it's probably going to be off the charts. I mean, it's Antonia Schifman, you know? She was a really good actress.
Supposed to be a nice lady.'
“Yes, she was. It's a shame.”
“She had kids, too. Four little girls: Andi, Elizabeth, Tia, and Petra,” said Page, who clearly liked to show off.
Minutes later, we were off the highway and driving west on Sunset. I watched as the cityscape changed from the cliche-defying urban grittiness of downtown Hollywood to the lush green - and cliche - residential avenues of Beverly Hills. Rows of palm trees looked at us from above, as if down their noses. We turned off Sunset and drove up Miller Place, a winding canyon drive, with stunning views of the city behind us. Finally, Page parked on a side street.
Television and radio vans were everywhere. Their satellite towers extended into the air like huge sculptures. As we got closer, I spotted CNN, KTLA, KYSR Star 98.7, Entertainment Tonight. Some of the reporters stood facing cameras with their backs to the estate, presumably reporting live on the L.A. and network shows. What a circus. So why do I have to be here, too? I'm supposed to be at Disneyland, a kinder, gentler circus.
None of the media people recognized me, a refreshing change from D.C. Agent Page and I politely made our way through the crowd to where two uniformed police officers stood guard. They looked carefully at our creds.
“This is Dr. Alex Cross,” said Page.
“So?” said the uniform.
I didn't say a word. “So?” seemed like an appropriate response to me.
The uniform finally let us pass, but not before I noticed something that made me a little sick to my stomach. James Truscott, with his cascading red hair, was standing there in the crowd of reporters. So was his cameraperson - the same woman, dressed all in black.
Truscott saw me, too, and nodded my way A smile may have even crossed his lips.
He was taking notes.
She was taking photographs - of me.
Mary, Mary
Chapter 13
I WAS CURSING SOFTLY as Page and I followed a long, circular white-pebbled driveway up to the main house. Mansion was definitely a better word for this place, a two-story, Spanish-style construction. Dense foliage on all sides blocked my view past the facade, but the main house had to be at least twenty thousand square feet, probably even more. Who needed this much space to live? Our house in D.C. was under three thousand, and that was plenty of room for us.
A series of balconies rimmed the second fooL Some of them looked down onto the driveway where a black limo was cordoned off with yellow crime-scene tape.
This was where Antonia Schifman and Bruno Capaletti had died.
The area around the limo was blocked off in a wide circle, with only one way in and out.
Two more LAPD officers took names as people came and went. Techs in white bunny suits were going over the car with a handheld USB microscope and evidence vacuums. A few others were snapping Polaroids as well as regular photographs.
Another whole squad was already fanned out, taking exemplars from the surrounding area. It was all fairly impressive, as well as depressing. The best forensic police department in the world is supposed to be Tokyo's. Domestically, though, Los Angeles and New York were the only departments that could rival the FBI's resources.
“We're in luck, I guess,” Page said. “Looks like the ME's just finishing up.” He pointed toward the medical examiner, a heavyset, gray-haired woman standing next to the limo and speaking into a handheld recorder.
That meant the bodies hadn't been removed. I was surprised, but it was good news for me. The less disturbed the crime scene, the more information I could get for Burns. And the president. And his wife. I supposed that was why the bodies hadn't been moved: The dead were waiting on me.
I turned back to Page. 'Tell whoever's in charge from the LAPD not to move anything yet. I want to get a clean look.
“And try to clear some of these people out of here. Necessary personnel only Fibers, printing, but that's it. Everyone else is on break.”
