After a bit Holman felt her stir, and they stepped apart at the same time. Pollard smiled.
“Now we can go. You can tell me what happened in my car.”
Pollard was parked in the building’s basement. Holman described how they had taken him at the cemetery and how he had escaped and what he had seen. She frowned as she listened, but made no comment and asked no questions until he was finished, even when he told her he had stolen a car. She didn’t speak until he was finished, but even then she seemed uncertain.
“All right, it was Vukovich and three other men-one named Fuentes and one named Tom-who arrested you at the cemetery?”
“They didn’t arrest me. They hooked me up, but they didn’t bring me to a station-they brought me to a
“What did they want?”
“I don’t know what they wanted. I got the hell out of there.”
“Didn’t they say anything?”
“Nothing-”
Then Holman remembered.
“At the cemetery, Vukovich said I was fucking them up, how they tried to be nice but I was fucking them up. He told me they were taking me in, but instead they took me to a goddamned house. I saw that house, there was no way I was going in, no way.”
Pollard frowned harder as if she was trying to make sense of it, but couldn’t.
“All right, and Random was at the house?”
“Yes. With Maria Juarez. Chee said the cops took her and he was right. And now they have Chee. They arrested him this morning.”
Pollard didn’t respond. She still seemed troubled and finally shook her head.
“I don’t get what’s happening here. They grabbed Maria Juarez and now they grabbed you-what were they going to do, hold you prisoner? What could they hope to gain?”
Holman thought it was obvious.
“They’re getting rid of everyone who’s rocking the boat about Random’s case against Warren Juarez. Think about it. Random put the murders on Warren Juarez and closed the case, but Maria said Warren didn’t do it-so they grabbed her. Then I didn’t buy the story they floated, either. They tried to make me back off, and when that didn’t work they bagged me, too. Now they have Chee.”
“Random arrested him?”
“A task force raided his shop this morning looking for guns and explosives. That’s bullshit. I’ve known Chee my whole life and I am telling you that’s bullshit. These bastards must have set him up.”
Pollard still didn’t seem convinced.
“But why involve Chee?”
“Maybe they think I told him about the money. Maybe because he’s been helping me. I don’t know.”
“Could you find the house again, the one where they took you?”
“Absolutely. I can take you there right now.”
“We’re not going there now-”
“We have to. Now that I know where they have her, they’ll clear out. They’ll take that woman with them.”
“Max, listen to me-you’re right. They left as soon as you left and if they were holding Maria Juarez against her will, then they took her with them. If we go back now we’ll find an empty house. If we go to the police about this, what can we tell them? You were kidnapped by four LAPD officers who may or may not have had criminal intent?”
Holman knew she was right. He was a criminal. He had no proof, and no reason to think anyone would believe him.
“Then what can we do?”
“We have to find the fifth man. If we can prove Random is the fifth man we can tie him to Fowler and make our case-”
Pollard paged through her folder and pulled out a newspaper clipping about Richard’s murder. The clipping included a picture of two cops making a statement at Parker Center, and one of the cops was Random.
“I want to show this picture to Mrs. Marchenko. If she fingers Random as the fifth man, I can take what we know to my friends at the FBI. I can make a case with this, Max.”
Holman glanced at Random’s grainy face, then nodded at Pollard. Once more, he knew she was right. She knew this stuff. She was a professional.
Holman reached out to touch the curve of her cheek. She didn’t move away.
“Funny how things work.”
“Yeah.”
Holman turned to open the door.
“I’ll see you over there.”
Pollard grabbed his arm before he could leave.
“Hey! You’re coming with me! You can’t drive around in a stolen car. You want to get bagged for grand theft auto?”
Pollard was right again, but Holman knew he was right in a different way. Random and Vukovich had come for him. They would come for him again. For all he knew, every cop in the city was looking for him, and they would set him up just like they set up Chee.
Holman gently lifted her hand.
“I might have to run, Katherine. I don’t want to run in your car. I don’t want you caught with me.”
Holman squeezed her hand.
“I’ll see you at her place.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Holman slid out of her car and trotted away.
44
HOLMAN LEFT the parking structure as if he was sneaking away from a bank he had just robbed. He still worried that someone had followed Pollard from the cemetery, so he studied the cars and pedestrians outside the building but found no one suspicious. He waited in his stolen car until Pollard pulled into traffic, then followed her to Mrs. Marchenko.
Holman felt better now that he had spoken with Pollard. He sensed they were close to finding out who murdered Richie, and why, and he suspected this was why Random had moved against him. Random had been a major player in the Marchenko case and now he controlled the investigation into the murder of the four officers. How convenient. Random would have known about the missing sixteen million and had probably put together a team to find it that included Fowler, Richie, and the others. Holman bitterly recalled how Random described them-problem officers; drunks and bums who would sell out for the pot of gold. Random wanted to pin the murders on Warren Juarez; Maria Juarez had proof her husband wasn’t the shooter, so the proof disappeared and so did Maria Juarez. Richie had been in possession of reports Random had written, and Random had made the reports disappear. Holman had asked too many questions, so first they cut him off from the other families, then tried to scare him off, and finally tried to make him disappear, too. This was the only explanation Holman could see that made everything fit together. He still didn’t understand how Chee was involved, but he felt sure they had enough. The noose was tightening, so Random was trying to tie off the loose ends and get rid of the hangman. When Holman realized he was the hangman, he smiled. It had to be Random-and he wanted to be Random’s hangman.
When they reached Mrs. Marchenko’s house, Holman parked across the street. Mrs. Marchenko opened her front door even as Holman joined Pollard on the sidewalk.
Pollard said, “I called her from the car.”
Mrs. Marchenko didn’t seem happy to see them. She looked even more suspicious than before.
“I been lookin’ for that article. I don’ see it.”
