'We'll deal with Billy Wentz, Mr. Pierce. Don't worry. But right now I am talking to you.'
Renner was then quiet a moment while he scratched his forehead with two fingers.
'Tell me again how you knew about that apartment in the first place.'
Pierce's earlier statements had been replete with shadings of the truth designed to cover any illegalities he had committed. But the story he had told about finding the apartment had been a complete lie designed to keep Robin out of the investigation. He had made good on his promise not to reveal her as a source of information. Of everything that he had said over the last four hours, it was the only thing he felt good about.
'As soon as I plugged in my phone I started getting calls from men who wanted Lilly. A few of them were former clients who wanted to see her again. I tried to engage these men in conversation, to see what I could find out about her. One man today told me about the apartment and where it was. So I went over.'
'I see, and what was this former client's name?'
'I don't know. He didn't give it.'
'You have caller ID on your new phone?'
'Yes, but he was calling from a hotel. All it said was that it was coming from the RitzCarlton. There are a lot of rooms there. I guess he was in one of them.'
Renner nodded.
'And Mr. Wainwright said you called him earlier today to ask about Miss Quinlan and another property she rented from him.'
'Yes. A house on Altair. She lived there and worked in the apartment off Speedway. The apartment was where she met her clients. Once I told him she was missing, he went and cleared out her property.'
'Had you ever been to that apartment before?'
'No. Never. I told you that.'
'How about the house on Altair? Have you been there?'
Pierce chose his words like he was choosing his steps through a minefield.
'I went there and nobody answered the door. That's why I called Wainwright.'
He hoped Renner wouldn't notice the change in his voice. The detective was asking far more questions than during the initial statement. Pierce knew he was on treacherous ground. The less he said, the better chance he had of getting through unscathed.
'I'm trying to get the chain of events correct,' Renner said. 'You told us you went to this place ECU in Hollywood first. You get the name Lilly Quinlan and address for a mail drop in Santa Monica. You go there and use this thing you call social engagement to -'
'Engineering. Social engineering.'
'Whatever. You engineer the address to the house out of the guy at the mail drop, right?
You go to the house first, then you call Wainwright, and then you run into him at the apartment. Do I have all of this straight?'
'Yes.'
'Now you have said in both your statements so far tonight that you knocked and found no one home and so you left. That true?'
'Yes, true.'
'Between the time you knocked and found no one home and when you left the premises, did you go into the house on Altair, Mr. Pierce?'
There it was. The question. It required a yes or a no. It required a true answer or a lie which could easily be found out. He had to assume he had left fingerprints in the house.
He remembered specifically the knobs on the rolltop desk. The mail he had looked through.
He had given them the Altair address more than two hours ago. For all he knew, they had already been there and already had his fingerprints. The whole question might be a trap set to snare him.
'The door was unlocked,' Pierce said. 'I went in to make sure she wasn't in there.
Needing help or something.'
Renner was leaning slightly forward across the table. His eyes came up to Pierce's and held. Pierce could see the line of white below his green irises.
'You were inside that house?'
'That's right.'
'Why didn't you tell us that before?'
'I don't know. I didn't think it was necessary. I was trying to be brief. I didn't want to take up anyone's time, I guess.'
'Well, thanks for thinking of us. Which door was unlocked?'
Pierce hesitated but knew he had to answer.
'The back.'
He said it like a criminal in court pleading guilty. His head was down, his voice low.
'Excuse me?'
'The back door.'
'Is it your custom to go in the back door of the home of a perfect stranger?'
'No, but that was the door that was unlocked. The front wasn't. I told you, I wanted to see if something was wrong.'
'That's right. You wanted to be a rescuer. A hero.'
'It's not that. I just -'
'What did you find in the house?'
'Not a lot. Spoiled food, a giant pile of mail. I could tell she hadn't been there in a long while.'
'Did you take anything?'
'No.'
He said it without hesitation, without blinking.
'What did you touch?'
Pierce shrugged.
'I don't know. Some of the mail. There's a desk. I opened some drawers.'
'Were you expecting to find Miss Quinlan in a desk drawer?'
'No. I just…'
He didn't finish. He reminded himself that he was walking on a ledge. He had to keep his answers as short as possible.
Renner changed his posture, leaning back in his seat now, and changed questioning tacks as well.
'Tell me something,' he said. 'How did you know to call Wainwright?'
'Because he's the landlord.'
'Yes, but how did you know that?'
Pierce froze. He knew he could not give an answer that referred in any way to the phone book or mail he had taken from the house. He thought of the phone book hidden behind the stacks of paper in the office's copy room. For the first time he felt a cold sweat forming along his scalp.
'Um, I think… no, yeah, it was written down somewhere on the desk in her house. Like a note.'
'You mean like a note that was out in the open?'
'Yeah, I think so. I…'
Again he stopped himself before he gave Renner something else with which the detective could club him. Pierce lowered his eyes to the table. He was being walked into a trap and had to figure a way out. Making up the note was a mistake. But now he could not backtrack.
'Mr. Pierce, I just came from that house over on Altair and I looked all through that desk.
I didn't see any note.'
Pierce nodded like he agreed, even though he had just said the opposite.
'You know what it was, it was my own note I was picturing. I wrote it after I talked to Vivian. She was the one who told me about Wainwright.'
'Vivian? Who is Vivian?'
'Lilly's mother. In Tampa, Florida. When she asked me to look for Lilly she gave me some names and contacts. I just remembered, that's where I got Wainwright's name.'
