A knock sounded on the door and Milo said, “Come in, Sally.”
The hostess wheeled in a two-tiered cart full of platters. Fried wontons, fried chicken, fried shrimp, fried egg rolls, pigs in blankets, shish kebobs on wooden skewers, each piece of meat capped with fat. Miniature wedges of pepperoni pizza. Bowls of dip in various colors, nachos, pretzels, potato chips.
“Mixed appetizers, gentlemen.”
“Sure, why not,” said Hooks. “I walked fifteen feet today from the lunch truck to my car, musta burned up two calories.”
Sally served us and refilled the drinks.
“Thanks,” said Milo. “We're fine, now.”
“No more interruptions,” she promised. “You want something, stick your head out and holler.”
The men helped themselves to food and it didn't take long for half the serving plates to empty.
“I love this,” said Hooks, lifting a chicken wing. “Feeling my arteries clog up as we speak.”
“Your case,” Milo said to Alvarado. “You said the shoes are still missing.”
“The log says they're in the evidence room but they're not in the bin in the evidence room where they're supposed to be. Which is no heart-stopper, Milo, it's a year-old case, we've always got storage problems, stuff gets moved. It'll turn up, I'll let you know.”
Milo nodded. “Anything else?”
“Latvinia,” said McLaren. “We found lots of street creeps who knew her, even a couple who admitted doing her, but no one she hung with habitually. The grandmother says she went out alone at night a lot, the closest we've got to a hangout is that freeway on-ramp she got busted at. She went there from time to time so anyone could have picked her up- a West Side commuter who did her in his car- or van- then brought her back to the school so we wouldn't figure out he was a West Side guy.
“When the ramps are busy,” he said, “or when the freeway's metered, you get panhandlers, people selling flowers, bags of oranges. Traffic balls up, Latvinia's out there flashing skin, some joker picks her up… Maybe someone noticed that, someone stalled in the gridlock. I was gonna see if some TV station would flash her pic, though we couldn't get much exposure, she's just a Southwest hooker got in trouble. Then you told me about the gag order.”
“What gag order?” said Alvarado.
“My victim's family,” said Milo. “The Israeli Consulate. They insist it stays out of the media for security reasons and they've got major pull with the brass. I checked again today with my loo and he says it's come down from the mayor's office, don't mess with it.”
“So we're all gagged,” said Hooks.
Alvarado said, “So does that apply to mine, too? I'm still not convinced it's connected.”
“Why?” said Milo. “Were you thinking of going to the Spanish papers again?”
“No. I just want to know the rules- what exactly are the security concerns?”
Milo summed them up. “Now, with the tie-in to Latvinia, it doesn't sound like a terrorist. I explained that to my loo, but…” He covered his ears.
“Course it's not a terrorist,” said McLaren. “This is a freak.”
“Retarded kids,” said Hooks, shaking his head.
“So what's the plan?” said Alvarado.
“Keep looking for leads, keep in touch,” said Milo.
Alvarado nodded. “The shoes. I'll find them.”
“Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll make a mistake,” said Hooks.
McLaren said, “Our best friend: good old human error.”
“Assuming,” said Milo, “that he's human.”
23
The other detectives left and Sally brought Milo the bill. Typical cop tip; she looked ready to kiss him.
He pocketed the credit slip but stayed seated and she left. “What do you think?”
“Eight hands are better than two,” I said.
He frowned.
“What?”
“I keep flashing to what you first said about Raymond Ortiz. The impulsiveness of a first murder. If that's true, we're right at the beginning of the killing curve… DVLL. What the hell does it mean?”
“I'll go to the U tomorrow and play with the computers.”
“Sure… thanks.”
There was iced tea left in his glass and he drained it.
I asked where the men's room was.
He pointed across the room, to a door in the right-hand corner.
I pushed it open and on the other side was a pay phone, the rear door marked EMERGENCY ONLY. The lav was small, white-tiled, spotless, sweet with disinfectant.
Drafty, too. An oft-painted casement window had been left partially open and I heard engine noise from outside.
Then I noticed dry paint flakes on the sill. Recently opened window.
An alley ran behind the restaurant and a car was pulling into it.
A van.
Headlights off, but as it backed away it passed under the backdoor lamp.
Gray or light blue Ford Econoline. Electrician's logo.
I'd seen it or one just like it this afternoon, parked across the street from the Carmeli house.
The alley was narrow and the van had to manipulate a three-point turn, exposing a side panel.
I tried to force the window wider but it wouldn't budge. Straining, I made out the name of the company.
HERMES ELECTRIC. SPEEDY SERVICE.
Winged-messenger logo. An 818 number I couldn't catch.
The Econoline straightened and the tires rotated. Dark windows, no view of the driver.
As it sped away, I tried for the license plate, managed to get all seven digits, kept reciting them out loud as I fumbled for a pen and a paper towel from the dispenser.
Milo got up so hard the table shook. “Stalking us, the Carmelis? He's that arrogant?”
He hurried back to the bathroom area and shoved the emergency door open.
Outside, the air was warm and the alley smelled of rotted vegetables. I could hear sirens, probably from the station. I handed him the paper towel.
“Hermes Electric,” he said.
“An electrician would wear a uniform. One of those anonymous beige or gray things that could resemble a park worker's. Electricians also carry lots of equipment, so who'd notice an extra camera in the back of the van? And I remember something Robin told me when we were rebuilding the house. Of all the tradesmen, electricians tend to be the most precise. Perfectionistic.”
“Makes sense,” he said. “Slip up and get fried… Was the van at the Carmelis' the whole time?”
“Yes.”
We walked through the restaurant, moving quickly past diners. The unmarked was parked in front, in a loading zone.
“Hermes,” I said. “The god of-”
“Speed. So we've got a
