'I'm fine.'
'Looked like a bad dream you were having. You were thrashing around there quite a bit.'
'Maybe I was dreaming about you.'
'Who are the Wickershams?'
'What?'
'You said the name in your sleep. Wickershams.'
'They're monkeys. From the jungle. The non-believers.'
'I don't get it.'
'I know. So never mind. Why are you here? What do you want? It happened -whatever happened -in Santa Monica and I already talked to them. I don't remember what happened. I have a concussion, you know.'
Renner nodded.
'Oh, I know all about your injuries. The nurse told me the plastic surgeon put a hundred and sixty microstitches across your nose and around that eye yesterday morning.
Anyway, I'm here on Los Angeles police business. Though it's looking more and more like maybe L.A. and Santa Monica should get together on this one.'
Pierce raised his hand and gently touched the bridge of his nose. There was no gauze. He could feel the zipper of stitches and the puffiness. He tried to remember things. The last thing he could clearly recall was the plastic surgeon hovering over him with a bright light. After that he had been in and out, floating through the darkness.
'What time is it?'
'Three-fifteen.'
There was bright light coming through the window shades. He knew it wasn't the middle of the night. He also realized he was in a private room.
'It's Monday? No, it's Tuesday?'
'That's what it said in the paper today, if you believe what you read in the paper.'
Pierce felt physically strong -he had probably been asleep for more than fifteen straight hours -but was disturbed by the lingering feeling of the dream. And by Renner's presence.
'What do you want?'
'Well, first of all, let me get something out of the way. I'm going to read you your rights real quick here. That way you're protected and so am I.'
The detective pulled the mobile food tray over the bed and placed a microrecorder down on it.
'What do you mean, you're protected? What do you need protection from? That's bullshit, Renner.'
'Not at all. I need to do it to protect the integrity of my investigation. Now I'm going to record everything from here on out.'
He pressed a button on the recorder and a red light came on. He announced his name, the time and date and the location of the interview. He identified Pierce and read him his constitutionally guaranteed rights from a little card he took from his wallet.
'Now, do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?'
'Heard them enough growing up.'
Renner raised an eyebrow.
'In the movies and on TV,' Pierce added.
'Please answer the question and hold off on being clever if you can.'
'Yes, I understand my rights.'
'Good. Now is it all right if I ask you a few questions?'
'Am I a suspect?'
'A suspect in what?'
'I don't know. You tell me.'
'Well, that's the thing, isn't it? Hard to tell what we've got here.'
'But you still think you need to read me my rights. To protect me, of course.'
'That's right.'
'What are your questions? Have you found Lilly Quinlan?'
'We're working on it. You don't know where she is, do you?'
Pierce shook his head and the movement made his head feel a little sloshy. He waited for it to subside before speaking.
'No. I wish I did.'
'Yes, it would kind of clear things up a bit if she just walked through the door, wouldn't it?'
'Yes. Was it her blood on the bed?'
'We're still working on it. Preliminary tests showed that it was human blood. But we have no sample from Lilly Quinlan to compare it with. I think I've got a line on her doctor. We'll see what records and possible samples he has. A woman like that, she probably had her blood checked on a regular basis.'
Pierce assumed Renner was talking about Lilly checking herself for sexually transmitted diseases. Still, confirmation of the seemingly obvious -that it was human blood he had found on the bed -made him feel more depressed. As if the last slim hope he had for Lilly Quinlan was slipping away.
'Let me ask the questions now,' Renner said. 'What about this girl Robin that you mentioned before? Have you seen her?'
'No. I've been here.'
'Talked to her?'
'No. Have you?'
'No, we haven't been able to locate her. We got her number off the website like you said.
But all we get is a message. We even tried leaving one where I had a guy in the squad who's good on the phone call up and act like he was, you know, a customer.'
'Social engineering.'
'Yeah, social engineering. But she didn't call back on that one either.'
Pierce felt the bottom completely drop out of his stomach now. Last he remembered, Nicole had tried to reach Lucy repeatedly and was also unsuccessful. Wentz might have gotten to her -or maybe even still had her. He realized he had to make a decision. He could dance around with Renner and continue to hold up a veil of lies in order to protect himself. Or he could try to help Lucy.
'Well, did you trace the number?'
'It's a cell.'
'What about the billing address?'
'The phone's registered to one of her regular clients. He said he does it as a favor. He takes care of the phone for her and the lease on her fuck pad and she gives him a free pop every Sunday afternoon while his wife does the shopping at the Ralph's in the Marina.
It's more like Robin's doing the favor, you ask me. The guy's a fat slob. Anyway, she didn't show up Sunday afternoon at the pad -it's a little place in the Marina. We were there. We went with this guy but she didn't show.'
'And he doesn't know where she lives?'
'Nope. She never told him. He just pays for the cell phone and the apartment and shows up every Sunday. He lays the whole thing off on his expense account.'
'Shit.'
He envisioned Lucy in the hands of Wentz and Six-Eight. He reached up and ran his fingers along the seams in his own face. He hoped she got away. He hoped she was just hiding somewhere.
'Yeah, 'shit' is exactly what we said. And the thing is, we don't even have her full name -we got her picture from the website, if it is her picture, and the name Robin. That's it, and I get the funny feeling neither one is legit.'
'What about going to the website?'
'I told you, we went -'
'No, the real place. The site office in Hollywood?'
'We did and we caught a lawyer. No cooperation. We need a court order before they'll share client
