the driveway of an expensive new three-story complex with a Century 21 real estate sign announcing new beachfront condos for sale and pulled up to the security gate. Then I punched in the access code I'd been given. The garage door opened and I drove Harpo's rusting, primered van down into the sterile, freshly painted parking structure, where I left it and took the elevator up to Penthouse 2.
The Otis box was mirrored and carpeted and, like everything else in this overpriced mecca, smelled brand new. The doors opened onto an attractive foyer. There were two penthouse condos on this floor that, from what I knew about Manhattan Beach real estate, I estimated had to be worth at least three million dollars apiece. I'd been told the key for number 2 would be hidden inside a carved figurine opposite the mirrored wall. I felt inside the figures open back until I found it, then unlatched the mahogany-paneled front door.
Inside, the lights had been dimmed and there was a fire burning in the fireplace. A Sheryl Crow love song was coming through the elaborate stereo system. The condo was beautiful. Rich upholstered furniture sat on the white plush pile carpet. Fine art hung on padded silk walls.
I saw her sitting on a porch chaise, her back to me, looking out at the ocean. She must have sensed my presence, or maybe she even saw my shadow move.
A woman so breathtaking, men might easily agree to kill for her. Movie-star gorgeous — that beautiful. She stood and turned toward me, looking through the sliding glass doors into the living room.
Then she ran into the condo, struggling for a moment with the doors before she raced toward me, flinging herself into my arms.
'Oh, Shane… my god, I've missed you so,' she whispered.
I hugged her tight, feeling her warmth. I could barely speak, couldn't wait to make love to her.
'This was the hardest thing I've ever tried to do,' she whispered in my ear as we stood there clinging to one another.
Then she kissed me, and with that kiss my tension evaporated. As if a cool dressing had been laid on an open wound, I was instantly better.
'I love you so much,' I told her.
'I love you, too,' Alexa said.
Chapter 14
After we finally separated, Alexa said, 'Shes down on the beach patio. We shouldn't keep her waiting.'
I got three Beck's beers from the fridge and we headed down to the sand where Ophelia Love was waiting. I handed her a beer and we clicked bottles.
'That was intense,' she said, smiling.
'Sorry about the guns. Alonzo's idea.'
'Not the first time I've looked Mr. Smith in the eye.' The sentence was etched with her Carolina twang.
We arranged the patio chairs together in a circle so we could all look at each other. Then I filled Alexa and Ophelia in on what had happened since I went undercover. I finished by saying, 'It's much worse even than Rick Ross told us. It's crooked as a Bayou card game down there.'
Alexa leaned forward, her shining black hair falling in luscious sheaths at the sides of her face.
'I'm a little worried for this guy who's running for mayor, Rocky Chacon,' I said. 'Alonzo and the rest of the Haven Park department aren't about to let him win.'
'Now that you're on the inside, you can't do anything that might blow your cover,' Ophelia cautioned. 'We're already doing what we can to protect him.'
After we finished our beers, Agent Love stood to go. 'I'm gonna keep hassling you and pulling you over, Shane. It's the only way I can stay close enough to give you any cover.' She smiled wanly. 'See if you can keep that walking woodpile you're partnered with from blowing my head off.'
I handed Ophelia the envelope containing the eighty dollars in towing kickbacks. 'I didn't open it. Before you book it into evidence, get the bills dusted. You might get some latent prints.'
She nodded and handed me a business card. 'Here's my cell number. Memorize it and throw the card away. In a crunch, you can call or text me, but if you use that number I'd suggest that you ditch your cell afterwards. The Haven Park cops can easily track the SIM card.'
I knew she was right. It would be dangerous walking around with a phone message to her that could be recovered from the cell's memory.
After Ophelia left, Alexa put her head on my shoulder and we sat on the beach chairs, holding hands and listening to the pounding surf.
It didn't take long before we moved our escalating foreplay upstairs to the penthouse bedroom. The condo complex we were in was less than a month old and was about half sold. P-2 belonged to Assistant Chief Malon Arnett, who ran the Administrative Affairs Division. The A-chief came from a wealthy family and had invested his inheritance wisely. Arnett had agreed to loan his place to us for secret meetings.
We didn't even bother to strip the comforter off. We just fell on the quilted spread and grabbed for each other. Our lovemaking lasted for almost half an hour and afterward we lay naked on top of the king-sized bed, both propped up on an elbow facing each other, smiling.
'It's good to have you back,' Alexa said, 'even if it is just for one night.'
Then I took her through my blowup with Chooch and finished by saying, 'He said he never wanted to see me again.'
'I've been talking to him, trying to spin it up so he won't be quite so angry,' Alexa said. 'But he thinks you cheated on me and it's ripping him up inside.'
It was hard to believe that all of this had started just fifteen days ago when Ricky Ross had popped up and asked for a secret meeting with Chief Filosiani. He had just received his up-from-the-ranks promotion to chief of the Haven Park PD, and told Tony that two months before that he had finally taken the cure. Once he'd sobered up, he knew he had to do something about the massive corruption in Haven Park. Mayor Bratano had only appointed him interim chief because he thought Ross was still such a drunk he wouldn't make any trouble. The mayor didn't like strong people around him.
Once Ross got sober he said he knew he had to step up and try to change what was going on in Haven Park and Fleetwood. However, as acting chief he was rarely told about what was happening on the street-policing level. After the indictment of ex-chief Le Grande, the mayor preferred to keep his new chief in the dark. Rick said he got his envelope of cash every week, but that he couldn't prove where the money came from.
Ross thought he was being set up by Bratano to take a fall if the feds ever put their gunrunning narcotics case together. Alexa and I discussed it and we thought that was the real reason he'd come to Tony Filosiani and the LAPD for help. Ross also agreed that something bad was about to happen to Rocky Chacon. That his life might be in real danger.
He told Tony that he wanted me to go undercover because I had been the one to flag him for discharging his firearm on the freeway when nobody else in our patrol division had been willing to step forward. I found that explanation very hard to believe.
During the week that followed, Tony, Alexa and I had several intense meetings with Ross. After listening to it all, I still wasn't sure of his motives and didn't trust him at all. But the evidence of massive corruption in Haven Park and Fleetwood was overwhelming. After two days of indecision, I had finally accepted the assignment.
Tony recruited Agent Love from the FBI to be my backup because she was already working the gun beat in Haven Park and her presence down there wouldn't alert anyone. Nobody else knew that my dismissal from the LAPD had been staged.
Ophelia's roommate in college had been Tiffany Roberts. She had gone on to become a famous movie star. Ophelia had asked if she could use Tiffany's name and the story about her wanting Harry dead to dress up the sting. We agreed to try and keep the whole story out of the press. But if it did leak, the LAPD Public Affairs Office had a lot of preprepared denials ready. We didn't think, with those department denials, any news organization would risk a defamation-of-character lawsuit. In less than two weeks her true role in all of this would be revealed. I had never met Tiffany in the parking lots of any big-box stores, nor was there ever any FBI surveillance tape. The plan all along was for me to confess at the chiefs midnight meeting, making the need to display the video evidence
