hey won't listen to me, but maybe you can make them understand.'

Chapter 31

Nobody in the back booth at IHOP looked like they'd gotten any sleep either since we all split up five hours ago.

The restaurant was packed with a noisy breakfast crowd. As Alexa and I slipped onto the curved bench, I saw that Vicki had a calculator in front of her and work papers spread around. Vargas had started a file labeled Walter Dix. They had ordered coffee and rolls for six.

'Anybody seen or heard from our federal bank fugitive?' I asked as soon as I was seated.

They all shook their heads and looked at me with blank stares.

'What Jack did last night was a game breaker that could completely undermine everything' I said. 'Even though the department hasn't made this a homicide yet, everything we do now still affects any eventual court case we might want to bring against Pops killer. We can't just be…'

'Stow it, Shane,' Vicki interrupted. She was looking at me with hard gunfighter eyes. 'We don't want to hear it, okay? Sabas told us until it becomes a murder case we aren't breaking any laws, so stop slapping everybody upside the head.'

'You aren't breaking any laws, but you're very possibly trashing the end result,' Alexa said, jumping to my defense. 'Anything on that drive will be subject to a legal challenge should we ever attempt to use it.'

'What's done is done,' Seriana said. 'I think it sucks that Jack went out and broke into those offices on his own, but Mr. Vargas has told us what we can do legally and what we can't. We've all agreed to follow his guidelines.'

Vargas looked over at me and said, 'Are you interested in any of the stuff we found out this morning, or are you just gonna sit there and bitch?'

'You've been running around doing more since I left you?' I said as my stomach sunk.

'Mostly Internet searches,' Vicki said.

'Mostly?' Alexa had one eyebrow cocked, staring suspiciously over at her.

'Before I drove home, I went down to Kinney and Glass and ran a LexisNexis search on Creative Solutions. I came up with something interesting. We already knew that Creative Solutions owns Huntington House, but what we didn't know is it's also a holding corporation for six other nonprofits. They all have names that sound like new-age textbooks: Bridge to Tomorrow, Life Promises, Hopeful Journey. Each one of those nonprofits in turn controls its own foster-care facility. There's six group homes located all over L. A. that are part of the Creative Solutions family. There's gotta be almost a hundred kids in their network.'

'At six thousand dollars per month per child, that comes to a lot of money,' Sabas said.

'It sure does,' Vicki confirmed. 'It nets out at seven and a half million a year from the California Child Welfare Services.'

'You think every one of these group homes is embezzling money?' Diamond asked.

'I don't know' Vicki said. 'Sounds a little far-fetched. What do you think of this, Shane?'

'As long as you don't go over and start talking to any of these people, compromising the investigation, it's a pretty good lead,' I said begrudgingly.

'Well, I already sorta did,' she said. 'I live in the Marina. On the way over here, I made a little detour and went by the Centennial House in Compton. It's owned by a nonprofit foundation called New Beginnings. I talked to the executive director, a woman named Claire Whitlock. I told her I worked at Kinney and Glass and represented a charity that donates to nonprofits. She was sort of running around like crazy getting the kids on the vans that take them to school, but I got some fund-raiser information and brochures from her.'

She handed me pamphlets describing the great works of both Centennial House and the New Beginnings Foundation.

I opened up the first brochure, and there, on the inside cover, was a nice airbrushed picture of Chris Calabro. In the picture, he didn't look like an overbuilt, hair trigger with killer lats who called himself Clubber. In the brochure, he looked very pleasant, with a wide, inviting smile. You couldn't tell that under his blue blazer he was a rippling polypeptide experiment who shot human growth hormones like a heroine junkie.

'This is one of the guys we fought.' I passed the brochure to Vargas, who nodded.

'Right. I hadda dump this clown so he wouldn't kill Scully.'

'It's starting to come together,' I said.

'Is that a veiled Tm sorry, Vicki'?' She was now sounding sort of snotty. 'Are you saying you think I actually did something good here that might help?'

I sat there squirming, then looked over at Alexa, who shrugged.

No help. But I can read her and under the shrug, she was saying, Your case, your call.

'I understand why you all want to do this,' I said, beginning to reconsider my position. 'I get it, okay? If I was where you are, I wouldn't want to be blocked out either.'

'But…' Vargas said.

'But there's ways to go about this stuff. There's a technique to the way we build a homicide case.' I looked directly at the lawyer. 'Some of it doesn't have anything to do with the way you try one.'

'What if we put you in charge?' Vargas said.

'Yesterday you told me you were gonna run it and there wasn't anything I could do to stop you.'

'You got some street cred with me now, esse. I'm good for you running it as long as you promise we don't get frozen out.'

I thought about it for a moment before I said, 'Okay, then I need a promise from you guys too. If we turn up something, before anybody does anything, you have to run it past me or Alexa for approval. After that, we can all decide on how to go forward. If we decide to make a move, Alexa or I have to be on point.'

'Agreed,' Sabas said, then looked at everyone and got their nods of approval.

'And if anybody sees or hears from Jack, you gotta tell me so I can get my hands on him,' I added. 'I can't have him tracking up this case with bad moves.'

I held their gazes until they all nodded.

'Okay, then for now we'll call this the unofficial Pop Dix Homicide Steering Committee.'

'Deal,' they all said.

'Vicki, I want you to start an information run on the NHB Gym on Sixth Street. We need to know who owns it, who goes there, membership rosters, anything you can get online.'

'I can do that,' she said.

'Sabas, you come with me. We'll start checking out those foster homes. Seriana, you go with Alexa, visit all of the nonprofits, see if they have offices. Don't go inside, but if they have parking lots, write down all the license plate numbers so we can run them.'

'What about me?' Diamond asked.

'Go back and keep working on the files at Huntington House. See if you can substantiate any of those phony loans or cash disbursements the auditor claimed Pop made.

'If Rick O'Shea shows up and starts asking questions about me, downplay it. Tell him I used to go there and I'm just some out-of-work guy with too much time on my hands who's poking around because I don't think Pop would have killed himself. Don't tell him I'm a cop, but if he gets goofy, give him my cell number and tell him to call me. Whatever we do, for the next few days we gotta keep this on the DL.'

We broke up and left the IHOP. I settled in the passenger seat of Sabas's flamed '53 yellow pickup as he got behind the wheel. Alexa and Seriana drove out in Alexa's car to check on the addresses for the six nonprofits Vicki had given them.

'Where do you want to start, jefe?' Sabas said.

'Let's go see what a 'bridge to tomorrow' looks like.' He pulled the floor shift toward him, putting the truck in gear, and we left the lot. As he turned onto the surface street, I couldn't help but wonder, while we were doing this, What kind of mischief was Jack Straw up to?

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