'Which one is Jamie Foxx?' Dahlia interrupted coolly. 'Is she the actress with the bad nose job?'
'Jamie Foxx is a guy. A major movie star. He played me in Mosquito.'
'Really? How nice for him. So I guess if you want to be at that party on January one and not still digging in the backyard at my crime scene, you better get moving.' She smiled coldy. 'And its DKNY, not Dolce and Gabbana.' Then she swept out of the room.
Hitch turned to me. 'I want it noted I was down for our team.'
'Done. But on a more practical note, the way this is going, from now on we probably should start wearing blue jeans to work,' I told him.
Chapter 22
We left Jeb s office and returned to our cubicle.
'I'm gonna take my own car out there,' Hitch said. 'Ive got a thing I'm doing after work and it's out of my way if I have to come back here.'
'Okay, see you out on Skyline.'
I waited as he gathered up his stuff and left. I was glad to have a minute alone because I wanted to run something down. I opened my crime scene book to the page where I'd noted the Realtor's name I'd seen on the sign at the side of the Skyline Drive house. I found it on the second page. I'd written:
Prime Properties Real Estate
Beverly Bartinelli
Listing Agent
I called Information for the phone number and dialed Prime Properties. When the switchboard answered, I asked for Beverly Bartinelli.
'She doesn't work here anymore,' the receptionist said. 'Hasn't for a while.'
'I'd like her number and current address if you still have it.'
'I do have it, but I don't want to give it out to just anybody without her permission.'
'My name is Shane Scully. I'm a homicide detective with the LAPD,' I told her. 'I'm working a case that she may have information on. You can call me back to make sure I'm telling you the truth. I'm at Homicide Special, extension 5675.'
A minute later my phone rang and the receptionist came back on the line.
'Guess you're legit,' she said.
'What about the phone number and address?'
'It's her residence. 1616 Maplewood Drive. I just checked the phone number I have but it's no longer current and I don't believe it's listed.'
I thanked her and hung up. Rather than going to the trouble of running that number down through the department's reverse directory, I decided I'd just drop by. Maplewood ran parallel to Ventura Boulevard and was only about three miles away from Skyline, so it was on the way.
When I got to the parking garage I saw that Hitch's Carrera was gone. I climbed into my car and headed out to the Valley.
I was telling myself the reason I hadn't mentioned this errand to Hitch was because I was just indulging a stupid hunch that would undoubtedly go nowhere and it wasn't worth wasting his time on it. But the real truth was some part of me still didn't trust him. Hitch could be very efficient one minute, and the next, go totally off the reservation, like that smart-ass remark to Dahlia about those two old cases she'd lost.
Most prosecutors will only take slam dunks to trial and will plead out everything else so they all have at least a ninety-five percent trial win rate. Hitch had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to find the few losers in her package so he could jam them in her face. But for what purpose? It just pissed her off and now we were going to spend one and maybe two more days with CSI digging for lead and brass that probably wasn't even there. And that, I told myself, was why I was not confiding my hunch to him.
Despite all my rationalization, it really didn't matter, because when I pulled up in front of 1616 Maplewood Drive, Hitch's Porsche Carrera was parked at the curb. He was already inside talking to Beverly Bartinelli.
The guy had obviously spotted the same old real estate sign by the side of the house that I had. Worse still, he'd beaten me here.
The duplex was a neatly cared for two-story building with light yellow siding and white trim. I walked up the path to the front porch.
Before I could ring the bell, the door was opened by the Hitch-meister himself. He had a mug of Beverly's steaming black coffee in his hand.
'Saw you coming up the steps, dawg.' He was grinning. 'Guess you probably want to come inside.'
Chapter 23
Before I could bitch Hitchens out for doing exactly what I was going to do, I saw Beverly Bartinelli standing a short distance behind him in the entry, so I put it on hold.
She was a pleasant-looking woman in her fifties with one of those faces that lacked guile and radiated warmth. Everything else about her was medium. Medium height, medium build, medium-blond hair.
After I stepped inside Hitch made the introductions. 'Beverly Bartinelli, meet my partner, Shane Scully.'
We shook hands and Beverly said, 'Detective Hitchens was just asking me about 3151 Skyline Drive.'
Hitch just shrugged at me. It was obvious to both of us that we were going to have to deal with this trust issue or our partnership was doomed.
'Can I get you some coffee?' Beverly asked and I shook my head. 'Then why don't we sit in the living room? I'm sorry, but Christmas is still all over the place. I was at my daughters house all day yesterday and Todd and I haven't had a chance to straighten up yet.'
We sat on a sofa grouping, moving some new quilts and a few pillows in boxes to make room.
'It's strange seeing that Skyline Drive house after all these years,' she said once we were settled. 'It's been all over the news.'
'Beverly was just telling me she had that listing in 1982,' Hitch said.
She nodded. 'I haven't been in real estate for a few years. I'm in computer sales now. That was one of my first listings when I went to work for Prime Properties over twenty-five years ago.'
Hitch and I exchanged a look. One of us had to take the lead on this interview. Since I was senior man and still out of sorts about getting here second, I leaned forward and began.
'We're looking for some background on the property. Anything that you might know that could affect the triple murder that happened there.'
'I'm certain nothing I know could have anything to do with that dead movie producer and those two prostitutes,' she began. 'I mean, it was December of eighty-two when I finally closed escrow.'
'You're probably right, but nonetheless, we have some questions about the history of the place,' Hitch jumped in. 'Rather than us leading you, why don't you just tell us what you know and then if we have questions, we'll ask them later.'
I shot him a look. He just leaned back and showed me nothing.
'Start with when you first listed the house,' I said.
'Actually, it sort of starts a few months before I listed the house. I sold it for the estate of the late Thomas Vulcuna and his family. You may remember that name if you were around L. A. in eighty-one.'
She looked at us to see if we responded. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
'He was the head of a very successful television studio called Eagles Nest Productions,' she said.
Now Hitch and I traded startled looks.
'What happened to him and his family is one of those horrible L. A. stories,' she continued. 'If either of you
