She came in walking briskly alongside Fred Van Allsburg, from my office; L.A's chief of police, Alan Shrewsbury; and a third man, whom I didn't recognize. Jeanne was definitely the looker in the group, and the only one under fifty “Who's that?” I asked the officer standing next to me.
“Blue suit. Lighter blue suit.”
“Michael Corbin.”
“Who?”
“The deputy mayor. He is a suit. Useless as tits on a bull.”
I was kind of glad to have been left out of the speechifying at the meeting - but a little wary as well. Politics were a given on this kind of high-profile homicide case. I just hoped they weren't about to start playing a larger-than-usual role here in Los Angeles.
Galletta gave me a little nod hello before she started. “All right, people, let's go.”
Everyone quieted down immediately The deputy mayor shook Van Allsburg's hand and then slipped out a side door. Huh? What was that all about? It wasn't a guest appearance, more like a ghost appearance.
“Let's get the nuts and bolts out of the way first,” Detective Galletta said.
She quickly ran over all the common elements of the case - the Walther PPK, the children's stickers marked with two A's and a B, the so-called Perfect Mother victims, which was the angle the press was running with, of course. One nasty out-of-town paper had called the case “The Stepford Wife Murders.” Galletta reminded us that the exact wording in the e-mails Mary had sent to the L.A. Times was classified information.
A few questions flew Does the LAPD or Bureau know of or suspect any connection between Mary Smith and other homicides in the area? No.
How do we know it was a single assailant? We don't for sure, but all signs indicate as much.
How do we know the killer is a woman? A woman's haii presumably the offender's, was found under a sticker at the movie theater in Westwood.
“This might be a good time to ask Agent Cross to give us an overview of whatever profile the FBI has going. Dt Cross has come here from Washington, where he solved cases involving serial killers like Gary Soneji and Kyle Craig.” thing like a hundred pairs of eyes shifted to look at come to the briefing as an observer, I thought, but as going to be put on center stage. No sense wasting 'the opportunity, or worse, everybody's time.
well, Let me start by saying that I'm not yet absolutely convinced Mary Smith is a woman,' I said.
That ought to wake them up in the back rows.
Mary, Mary
Chapter 50
IT DID, TOO. A ripple went through the room. At least I'd gotten everybody's attention.
“I'm not saying it's definitely a male offender, but we haven't ruled that out as a possibility I don't believe you should. Either way, though,” I said, raising my voice over the low rumble, 'there are a few things I can say about this case.
“I'll use she as a default for now. She's likely white, and in her midthirties to forties. She drives her own car, something that wouldn't get too much notice in the upscale neighborhoods where the murders happened. She's most likely educated, and most likely employed, nonprofessional. Maybe some kind of service position for which she may very well be overqualified.”
I went on for a bit, then fielded some questions from the assembled team. When I was finished, Jeanne Galletta gave the floor over to ballistics for a gun report; then she wrapped up the meeting.
“Last thing,” she said. “Kileen, sit down, please. Thank you, Gerry. We're not done. I'll tell you when we're done.” She waited for quiet, and she got it.
“I don't need to tell you about the kind of ridiculous press coverage this is getting. I want evetyone thinking and acting as though there's a camera on you at all times, because there probably is. Absolutely no shortcuts out there, people. I'm serious as lung cancer on that last point. SOP should be a nonissue.”
I noticed Galletta's eyes shift toward Van Allsburg while she spoke. Procedure had probably been the topic of their closed-door meeting with the deputy mayor. It occurred to me that this was an election year. The mayor needed a clean result on this one, and a fast one. I doubted it was going to happen that way “Okay, that's it for now,” Galletta said, and the room came alive. She caught my eye and nodded her head toward the conference room in the back.
I had to push through the crowd to get there, wondering what she wanted to talk about.
“How's it going?” I asked as she closed the door behind us.
