explain?”
“Is that why you grabbed him, to explain?”
“I wouldn’t be here now and telling you what I’m about to tell you if you hadn’t forced my hand.”
Vukovich was leaning against the door, watching her, but his eyes were curious and his manner relaxed. Random seemed irritated, but his eyes were tired and his suit was rumpled. Nothing about their body language was threatening. Pollard felt herself begin to relax, but she was still wary.
She said, “Question.”
Random opened his hands, saying go ahead, ask.
“Who murdered those men?”
“Warren Juarez.”
“Bullshit, Random. I don’t believe you and I don’t believe they just happened to be under that bridge. They were looking for Marchenko’s money.”
Random opened his hands again and shrugged, the shrug saying he could take it or leave it whether she believed him.
“Yes, they were looking for the money, but Juarez was the shooter. He was hired by someone to kill them. We’re trying to identify the person who hired him.”
“Stop lying to me. Holman saw Maria Juarez with you at the house.”
“Not lying. That house is a safe house. She was there voluntarily at our request.”
“Why?”
“Juarez didn’t commit suicide. The person who hired him murdered him. We believe he was hired because of his connection with Fowler and that the person who hired him planned to kill him from the beginning. We grew worried that this person might also murder his wife. We brought Holman to the house so Maria could tell him herself. I didn’t expect him to believe me otherwise.”
Pollard watched Random as he spoke and believed he was telling the truth. Everything he was saying made sense. She thought it through and finally nodded.
“All right. Okay, I buy that, but why did you have Chee arrested? I don’t get that.”
Random glanced at Vukovich before looking back at her. He shook his head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Holman’s friend, Chee-Gary Moreno. He was raided this morning and taken into custody. We thought that was you.”
“I don’t know anything about it.”
“What are we talking about, Random? Am I supposed to believe it was a coincidence?”
Random looked blank, but he glanced at Vukovich again.
“Vuke, see what you can find out.”
Vukovich took out a cell phone and drifted into the dining room toward the kitchen. Pollard could hear him mumbling as she continued with Random.
“If you knew another person was involved with Juarez, why did you close the case?”
“His killer set up the murder to look like a suicide. I wanted him to think we bought it. I wanted him to believe we didn’t know he existed so he would feel safe.”
“Why?”
“We believe this person is a high-level police officer.”
Random said it matter-of-factly and without hesitation. This was exactly what Pollard and Holman had been thinking, only they had figured it was Random. Pollard suddenly realized how the disparities between the two Randoms made sense, and how all the inconsistencies about him could be consistent.
“The fifth man.”
“What’s the fifth man?”
“We knew someone else was involved. We called him the fifth man. We thought it was you.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
“You’ve been running an investigation within an investigation, one public, the other secret-a secret investigation.”
“There was no other way to approach this. The only people who know what we’re doing are my team, the chief, and one assistant chief. This investigation began weeks before those guys were killed. I was informed a group of officers were making a play for the money. We identified most of them, but someone with an intimate knowledge of Marchenko and Parsons was feeding information to Fowler, and Fowler was protecting the sonofabitch like a pit bull. Fowler was the only one who knew this person, the only one who spoke or met with him, and that’s who we were trying to identify.”
“And then the shooting started.”
Random’s face tightened.
“Yes. Then the shooting started, and you and Holman have been kicking so many rocks even divisional officers are beginning to notice. I need you to stop, Pollard. If this man starts feeling the heat we’ll lose him.”
Now Pollard understood the calls Leeds had received from Parker Center. The A-Chief had been trying to find out what she was doing and reaming Leeds to make her stop.
“How is it you know so much about what Fowler did and didn’t do? How do you know Fowler was the only one?”
Random hesitated. It was the first time he had hesitated in answering her questions. Pollard felt a knot in her stomach because she suddenly knew the answer.
She said, “You had someone inside.”
“Richard Holman was working for me.”
The icy air-conditioning grew warm. The house filled with silence, as if it was spreading from her kitchen like spilled syrup. Everything Holman had told her about his conversations with Random flickered in her head.
“You sonofabitch. You should have told him.”
“Telling him would have compromised this investigation.”
“You let the man think his son was dirty. Do you have any idea how much this has been hurting him? Do you give a shit?”
The soft flesh around Random’s eyes tightened. He wet his lips.
“Rich Holman contacted me when Fowler tried to recruit him. Rich had refused, but I convinced him to call Fowler back. I put him in with them, Ms. Pollard, so yes, I give a shit.”
Pollard went to her couch. She paid no attention to Random. She had nothing to say. She thought about Holman. She blinked hard when her eyes began to fill because she didn’t want Random to see her cry: Richie wasn’t a bad guy anymore; Richie was good. Holman wouldn’t have to apologize to Donna.
Random said, “Do you see why it had to be this way?”
“If you’re looking for absolution, forget it. Maybe it did have to be this way, Random, but you’re still an asshole. The man lost his son. All you had to do was talk to him like a human being instead of a dirtbag and none of this would be happening.”
“Will you call him? I need to get you people on board with this before it’s too late.”
Pollard laughed.
“Well, I would, but I can’t. Your guys took his cell phone at the cemetery. I have no way to reach him.”
Random clenched his jaw, but didn’t respond. Vukovich returned from the dining room saying someone would call him back, but Pollard paid no attention. She was wondering if everything she and Holman had done was pointless. The fifth man was probably already gone.
“Well, did they find the money or not? I’m guessing they must have or this suspect you’re looking for wouldn’t have killed these people.”
“We’re not sure. If the money was located, it was found after the murders.”
“They must have found the money, Random. What did they find at the Hollywood Sign?”
Random was clearly surprised.
“How did you know about that?”
“Kicking rocks, you asshole. They found something on the Thursday night, before they were murdered. Whatever they found was buried in a hole approximately twelve inches wide and eighteen inches deep. What was it?”
