Park Service almost certainly recorded the video feed, but Pollard knew most security videos were stored digitally on a hard drive that recorded over itself as its memory filled. Most security captures in her experience weren’t kept more than forty-eight hours. She doubted that images remained of Fowler and the other officers hiking up the fire road in the middle of the night-if any had ever existed. One or more of the officers had probably made an initial visit during the day. They would have seen the cameras and planned to avoid them, just as they had planned how and where to search.
Pollard studied the surroundings and decided it was possible. She and Holman had followed the fire road as it wrapped around the peak to bring them to the communications facility at the top of the Hollywood Sign. The cameras probably included views of the road as it approached the sign and the antenna, but no one was watching the road on the back side of the mountain. Pollard moved to the edge of the summit and studied the rear-facing slope. It was steep, but Pollard thought it was doable. Scrambling up the slope on a dewy night with poor footing probably even explained the mud on Fowler’s boots.
Pollard opened her phone again and punched up Sanders’ cell number from the memory. Pollard knew Sanders wasn’t in the office because she answered in a normal voice.
“Let me ask you a question, Pollard-what in hell are you and the Hero doing?”
Pollard glanced across the summit at Holman. He was still standing by the hole. She lowered her voice.
“The same thing we were doing yesterday and the day before. Why?”
“Leeds has been getting serious heat from the police is why. Parker Center has been calling and Leeds is going to meetings he won’t tell anyone about and he’s coming apart at the seams.”
“Has he said anything specifically about me?”
“As a matter of fact. He said if any of us were contacted by you we were to report that contact immediately. He also said if any of us were using government time and resources to aide a civilian endeavor-he looked at me when he said it-he would bring disciplinary charges and transfer our asses to Alaska.”
Pollard hesitated, debating how much she should say.
“Where are you?”
“The marina. Some homeless dude pulled a note job, then fell asleep in the park across the street.”
“Are you going to report this call?”
“Are you breaking the law?”
“For God’s sake, no, I am not breaking the law.”
“Then fuck Leeds. I just want to know what’s going on.”
“I’ll tell you, but let me ask first-have you been able to get a copy of the Juarez tape?”
Sanders didn’t immediately answer, but when she did her tone was guarded.
“They told me the tape had been erased. An unfortunate accident, they said.”
“Hang on-Juarez’s alibi tape was destroyed?”
“What they said.”
Pollard took a breath. First Maria Juarez had disappeared, and now her tape had been destroyed, the same tape Maria claimed as her husband’s alibi. Pollard found herself smiling, though without any humor. A hot breeze had picked up, but felt good on her face. She liked being on the summit.
Pollard said, “I’m going to tell you some things. I don’t know everything yet, so do not repeat this.”
“Please.”
“Who’s calling Leeds?”
“I don’t know. The calls come from Parker Center and Leeds doesn’t tell us a goddamned thing. He hasn’t even been in the office for two days.”
“All right. I think we’re looking at a criminal conspiracy among police officers growing out of the Marchenko and Parsons robberies. That conspiracy includes the murder of Holman’s son and the other three officers under the Fourth Street Bridge.”
“Are you shitting me?”
Pollard’s phone beeped with an incoming call.
Sanders said, “What’s that?”
“Incoming call.”
Pollard didn’t recognize the number so she let it go to her voice mail. She resumed her conversation with Sanders.
“We believe the four dead officers plus at least one additional officer were conducting an off-the-books investigation to find the missing sixteen million.”
“Did they find it?”
“I believe they did-or identified its location. My guess now is that once the money was found, at least one member of the conspiracy decided to keep everything for himself. I don’t know that yet, but I’m positive about the conspiracy. I believe this fifth person was connected with Alison Whitt.”
“How does Whitt fit into this?”
“Alison Whitt claimed she was a registered police informant. If that’s true, she might have told what she knew about Marchenko to her contact officer. That officer is potentially a party to the conspiracy.”
Sanders hesitated.
“You want me to identify her contact officer.”
“If she’s registered, she’ll be on an informant list and so will the name of the cop who signed her up.”
“This is going to be tough sledding. I told you how they’re coming down on us.”
“Parker Center is coming down on you. Whitt’s murder is being handled on the divisional level out of Hollywood Station. You might still be able to get some cooperation.”
“All right. Okay, yeah, I’ll see what I can do. You really think this is cop-on-cop murder?”
“That’s the way it’s shaping up.”
“You can’t sit on this, for Christ’s sake. You’re a civilian. You’re talking about murder.”
“When I have something that stands up I’ll give it to you. You can bring it forward through the FBI. Now one more thing-”
“Jesus, more?”
“I want this on record with you. Mike Fowler left a pair of dirty boots on the patio in his backyard. Soil and vegetation samples should be taken from his boots and compared with samples from the summit above the Hollywood Sign.”
“The Hollywood Sign? Why the friggin’ sign?”
“That’s where I am. Marchenko and Parsons hid something related to their robberies up here. I believe Fowler and Richard Holman came here searching for it, and I believe they found something. If you end up bringing this thing forward, you’ll want to see if the soil samples match.”
“Okay. I’m on it. You keep me advised, okay? Stay in touch.”
“Let me know when you get something on Whitt.”
Pollard ended the call, then retrieved the incoming message. It was Peter Williams’ assistant, calling from Pacific West Bank.
“Mr. Williams has arranged for you to access the files you requested. You’ll have to read them here on our premises during normal business hours. Please contact me or our chief security officer, Alma Wantanabe, to make the arrangements.”
Pollard put away her phone and felt like pumping her fist. Williams had delivered and now everything was coming together. Pollard sensed they were close to making a breakthrough and wanted to read the Pacific West files as quickly as possible.
She turned toward Holman and saw he was now squatting beside the hole. She hurried over.
She said, “What are you doing?”
“Putting the dirt back. Someone could break a leg.”
Holman was slowly pushing dirt back into the hole with measured mechanical motions.
“Well, stop playing in the dirt and let’s go. Pacific West has a copy of the police summaries. This is good, Holman. If we can match your cover sheets with the reports, we’ll know what Random took from your son’s desk.”
Holman stood as if he were made of lead and started back down the trail. Pollard related what she had learned about Maria Juarez’s videotape. She considered this development telling, and grew annoyed when Holman
