information. And as far as Robin goes, we don't have enough to go talk to a judge about court orders.'
One more time Pierce thought about his choices. Protect himself or help Renner and possibly help Lucy. If it wasn't already too late.
'Turn that off.'
'What, this tape? I can't. This is a formal interview. I told you, I'm taping it.'
'Then it's over. But if you turn that off, I think I can tell you some things that will help you.'
Renner appeared to hesitate while he thought about it but Pierce had the feeling that so far everything had been scripted and was moving in the exact direction the detective had wanted it to go.
The detective clicked a button on the tape recorder and the red record light went off. He slid the device into the right pocket of his jacket.
'Okay, whadaya got?'
'Her name isn't Robin. She told me her name is Lucy LaPorte. She's from New Orleans.
You've got to find her. She's in danger. It might already be too late.'
'In danger from who?'
Pierce didn't answer. He thought about Wentz's threat not to talk to the police. He thought about the warnings from the private investigator, Glass.
'Billy Wentz,' he finally said.
'Wentz again,' Renner said. 'He's the bogeyman in all of this, huh?'
'Look, man, you can believe what I say or not. But just find Robin -I mean, Lucy -and make sure she's okay.'
'That's it? That's all you've got for me?'
'Her website photo is legitimate. I saw her.'
Renner nodded as though he had assumed so the whole time.
'The picture's getting a little clearer here,' he said. 'What else can you tell me about her?
When did you see her?'
'Saturday night. She took me to Lilly's apartment. But she left before I went in. She didn't see anything, so I tried to keep her out of it. It was part of the deal I made with her.
She was afraid Wentz would find out.'
'That was brilliant. You pay her?'
'Yes, but what does it matter?'
'It matters because money affects motives. How much?'
'About seven hundred dollars.'
'A lot of bread for just a ride through Venice. You get the other kind of ride, too, did you?'
'No, Detective, I didn't.'
'And so if this tale you told me before about Wentz being this big bad digital pimp is right, then her showing you the way to Lilly's apartment sort of puts her in harm's way, doesn't it?'
Pierce nodded. His head didn't go through the fishbowl effect this time. Vertical movement was okay. It was the horizontal moves that caused the problem.
'What else?' Renner said, still pushing.
'She shares that apartment in the Marina with a woman named Cleo. She's supposedly on the same site, though I never checked. Maybe you talk to Cleo and get a line on her.'
'Maybe, maybe not. That it?'
'Last thing, I saw her get into a green and yellow taxi on Speedway on Saturday night.
Maybe you can trace it to her place.'
Renner shook his head slightly.
'Works in movies. Not too often in real life. Besides, she probably went back to the fuck pad. Saturdays are busy nights.'
The door to the room opened and Monica Purl stepped in. She saw Renner and stopped in the threshold.
'Oh, sorry. Am I -'
'Yes, you are,' Renner said. 'Police business. Could you wait outside, please?'
'I'll just come back.'
Monica looked at Pierce, her face reacting in horror to what she saw. Pierce tried to smile and raised his left hand and waved.
'I'll call you,' Monica said, and then she went back through the door and was gone.
'Who was that? Another girlfriend?'
'No, my assistant.'
'So you want to talk about what happened on that balcony Sunday? Was it Wentz?'
Pierce didn't say anything for a long time as he thought about the consequences of answering the question. A large part of him wanted to name Wentz and file charges against him. Pierce felt deeply humiliated by what Wentz and his giant had done to him.
Even if the surgery on his face was successful and no physical scars were left behind, he knew without a doubt that the attack was going to be hard to live with, always to have in his memory. There would be scars nonetheless.
But still, the threat Wentz had made lodged in his mind as something very real -to himself, to Robin, even to Nicole. If Wentz was able to find him and invade his home so easily, then he would be able to find Nicole.
He finally spoke.
'It's a Santa Monica case, what do you care?'
'It's all one case and you know it.'
'I don't want to talk about it. I don't even remember what happened. I remember I was carrying groceries up to my apartment and then I woke up when the paramedics were working on me.'
'The mind is a tricky thing, isn't it? The way it blocks out the bad things.'
The tone was sarcastic and Pierce could tell by the look on Renner's face that he did not believe his memory loss. The two men stared at each other for a long moment, then the detective reached into his jacket.
'How about this, jog anything loose?'
He pulled out a folded 8 ? 10 photo and showed it to Pierce. It was a grainy blowup of the Sands apartment tower taken from a long distance. From the beach. He pulled the photo closer and saw the small images of people on one of the upper balconies. He knew it was the twelfth floor. He knew it was him and Wentz and his muscle man, Six-Eight.
Pierce was being held off the balcony by his ankles. The figures in the photo were too small to be recognizable. He handed it back.
'No. Nothing.'
'Right now it's the best we got. But once they put it on the news that we're looking for photos, videos, whatever, we might come up with something decent. A lot of people were out there. Somebody probably got a good shot.'
'Good luck.'
Renner was silent, studying Pierce for a long while before he spoke again.
'Look, if he threatened you, we can protect you.'
'I told you, I don't remember what happened. I don't remember anything at all.'
Renner nodded.
'Sure, sure. Okay, then let's forget the balcony. Let me ask you something else. Tell me, where did you hide Lilly's body?'
Pierce's eyes widened. Renner had used misdirection to hit him with the sucker punch.
'What? Are you -'
'Where is it, Pierce? What did you do with her? And what did you do with Lucy LaPorte?'
A cold feeling of fear began to rise in Pierce's chest. He looked at Renner and knew the detective was deadly serious. And he knew suddenly that he wasn't a suspect. He was the suspect.
'Are you fucking kidding me? You wouldn't even know about this if I hadn't called you people. I was the only one who cared about it.'
'Yeah, and maybe by calling us and traipsing all over that scene and the house, what you were setting up was
