smiling, as if charging toward victory.
First time I’d ever seen him happy.
Milo swallowed his tandoori chicken and wiped his mouth. “At least someone’s having a good day.”
He’d spent the night in a futile search for street girls who knew Travis Huck. The morning had been office- bound, filled with endless phone discussions, with an escalating series of higher-ups, of whether or not to go public with Travis Huck’s identity.
The debate had reached the chief’s office and the answer had just come down from the mount: Given Huck’s history of judicial abuse, wait for more evidence.
Unless a new victim showed up. “Nothing like body-count politics.”
I’d just finished telling him about Chance Brandt’s bad attitude.
He said, “Generation N, for numb.”
Reed sat down and waved his notepad. “Two hookers.”
Milo put his fork down. “And the question is: ‘What weekly perk comes with a congressional office?’ ”
Reed smiled. “Found ’em on the Strip, Loo. Forty bucks is what they charged Huck. They’re both sure it was him, down to the crooked mouth. And guess what? He wasn’t wearing a hat and he
He flipped the pad open. “Charmaine L’Duvalier, real name’s Corinne Dugworth, and Tammy Lynn Adams, that appears to be her righteous I.D. They both work Sunset, mostly between La Cienega and Fairfax. Huck picked Charmaine up right at Fairfax a month or so ago, Tammy Lynn hooked up with him two blocks west. She thinks it could be as recent as six weeks ago. Both times Huck was cruising at three, four a.m. in a Lexus SUV. Color and style match Vander’s, guy gets to use the boss’s wheels for recreation.”
“Any unusual sexual habits?”
“They both recall him as super-quiet. Adams admitted he spooked her.”
“Admitted?”
“These girls like to pretend they’re street-hard, nothing scares them. I pushed her a little and she said, yeah, he kind of spooked her.”
“In what way?”
“Being so quiet. Like he wasn’t even pretending to make it friendly the way a lot of the johns do. Like he’d been paying for it for a long time and it was just another quickie business deal.”
“As opposed to her,” said Milo. “All the romance in her heart.”
“What I’m seeing,” said Reed, “is these girls need to feel in charge, so they come on tough. Makes a lot of johns nervous. Not Huck, sounds like he was totally at ease: Here’s the dough, deliver the goods.”
I said, “What did he pay for?”
“Oral sex.”
“Anything aggressive?” said Milo. “Grabbing their hair, talking in a hostile manner?”
“Nope,” said Reed. “I think he spooked both of them, but only Adams admitted it. She’s been on the streets for five years, says she has a good sense for which guys are off. And Huck impressed her as one of them.”
“But she took him on anyway.”
“First impression he looked well groomed, was driving nice wheels. It was only after she got in that he started to get to her.”
“By being quiet and business-like.”
“Zero talk,” said Reed. “Not making any sort of conversation.”
“You get callback numbers for these girls?”
“Prepaid cells, for what they’re worth. In terms of addresses, neither of them have driver’s licenses and both claim to be looking for permanent residence.”
“Ah, the glamorous life,” said Milo.
“Yeah, it’s b.s. but it’s all I could get, Loo. Both of ’em did agree to ask around about Huck. It sounds naive, thinking they’ll cooperate, but maybe my asking about him kicked up the fear level. He tries to hook up with either of them again, I’m betting they’ll let me know.”
He spotted the woman in the sari, asked for iced tea.
She said, “No food?”
“No, thanks, just tea.”
She walked off, shaking her head.
Milo said, “Excellent work, Detective Reed. Too bad I didn’t know an hour ago.” He summarized the debate about going to the press. “Not that I’m sure it would make a difference. Brass is really edgy about the whole thing falling apart due to lack of evidence, Huck suing the city.”
Reed said, “They really think he’d have the balls to do that?”
“Best defense is a good offense, kiddo. We shine the spotlight on him without enough juice, he’s in the driver’s seat. Can’t you just see him up on the stand, some lawyer guiding him through everything he went through in juvey?”
“What if he’s named as a person of interest, not a suspect?”
Milo said, “That might buy us time, but Downtown isn’t ready for it.” His phone jangled Brahms. “Sturgis. Who? What about? Oh. Yeah, yeah, sure, give me the number.”
He got to his feet. “Let’s go.”
“What’s up, Loo?”
“Renewed faith in the flower of our youth.”
The woman in the sari watched us leave, Reed’s tea in hand. As we exited, she drank it.
The girl was barely five feet tall, seventeen, hard-bodied and glossy-tan, with luxuriant red hair, light freckles, and cornflower eyes.
Younger version of her mother. The two of them sat holding hands, a pair of pixies perched on a massive royal-blue damask couch.
The crimson silk sitting room gleamed like blood under a Swarovski chandelier. The fixture’s long gold chain was wrapped in aqua satin, suspended from a twenty-foot coffered, gilded ceiling. Mullioned windows framed velvet acreage. Massive stone fireplaces graced both ends of the room. Renoir over one, Matisse over the other. Both paintings looked real.
We’d waited at the Brentwood Park gatehouse for several minutes before being allowed entry.
“I’m so proud of Sarabeth,” said Hayley Oster. She wore a plum-colored Juicy Couture velour sweat suit. Hot day, but the manse was as chilly as a supermarket deli case. Her daughter’s matching size 0 Juicy was moss green.
Oster, as in malls and shopping centers.
Milo said, “We’re proud, too, ma’am.” His smile caused Sarabeth to press closer to her mother.
Hayley Oster said, “You’re sure I can’t get you something to drink? It was extremely gracious of you to come down here and spare us a trip to the police station.”
“No, thanks, ma’am. We appreciate your calling.”
“It was the least I could do, Lieutenant. After Sarabeth became embroiled in that to-do with Chance Brandt at school, we made it clear that things had to change. Right, honey?”
Smiling at her daughter, but an elbow delivered a prod.
Sarabeth looked down and nodded.
Hayley Oster said, “The way my husband and I see it, Lieutenant, privilege is a blessing that should not be abused. Neither of us come from wealthy families and scarcely a day goes by that we don’t thank our lucky stars for how far we’ve come. Harvey and I believe blessings should be repaid in kind. We do not tolerate poor character. Which is why we’ve always had reservations about Sarabeth associating with Chance.”
The girl appeared ready to argue. Thought better of it.
“I know you think I’m being harsh, baby, but one day you’ll see I’m right. Chance is
The girl’s eyes rolled.
Milo said, “Why don’t you tell us about it, Sarabeth?”
