Jane and Mel are. I’ll leave my card in the mailbox, and if she doesn’t respond to that, I’ll really want to know why.”
“Would you consider a detour to Westwood?” I said. “Mindy Jacobus works at the Med Center in public relations. Adam Green feels she didn’t want to be helpful. Any statements from her in Riley’s file?”
“Just the library story.”
“Green checked out the library. No one remembers Shawna ever being there.”
He looked at his watch, gazed through the windshield at the clean stretch of freeway. Midday lull: just a few trucks and cars, and us in the fast lane, under a browning sky that mocked the virtues of progress.
“Nice little off-ramp in Westwood,” he said. “Why the hell not?”
Adam Green had described Mindy Jacobus as “no Shawna,” but she turned out to be a stunning young woman with flawless, lightly tanned skin and one of the healthiest heads of glowing black hair I’d ever seen. A tall, long- legged sylph in a pale blue knit dress and high-heeled white sandals, she strode out of the public relations office into a hallway that reeked of rubbing alcohol carrying a gold Cross pen, moving with a confidence that made her seem older than twenty.
More planes than curves; Tony Duke would probably have walked right past her, so maybe that was what Green had meant. But her stride was a hip-swiveling sashay that transcended lack of flesh.
“Yes?” she said with a publicist’s ready smile. Her I.D. tag read, M. JACOBUS-GRIEG. ASSISTANT PUBLICIST. Milo had given the front desk his name only, no title. The smile wavered when she got a good look at him. No way could that face – that tie – mean philanthropy or any other brand of good news.
When he flashed the badge her confidence shut down completely, and she looked like an overdressed kid. “What’s this about?”
“Shawna Yeager, Ms. Jacobus-”
“How
We were in an administrative wing of the Med Center, far removed from clinical care, but the hospital smell – that alcohol
“Weird?” said Milo.
Mindy Jacobus-Grieg’s fine-boned hand clutched the pen tighter. Closing the door behind her, she moved several feet down the hall and settled a lean rump against pale green plaster. The decor was photos of med school deans and famous benefactors at black-tie galas. Some of the angels were showbiz types, and I searched for Tony Duke’s face but didn’t find it.
“Hearing Shawna’s name again,” she said. “It’s been over a year. Has something finally – Did you find her?”
“Not yet, ma’am.”
“To follow up on the information you gave during the initial investigation.”
“Now? A year later?”
“Yes, ma’am-”
“What could I tell you that I didn’t already say back then?”
“Well,” said Milo, “we’re new on the case, just doing our best to see what we can learn. And you were the last person to see Shawna.”
“Yes, I was.”
“Just before she left for the library.”
“That’s what she said.” She glanced down at her left hand. The third finger was circled by a gold wedding band and a one-carat diamond ring. She rubbed the stone – reminding herself she’d made progress since then?
Milo said, “Newlywed?”
“Last June. My husband’s a rheumatology resident. I dropped out temporarily to help pay some bills – Does Shawna’s mom know you’re back on the case?”
“Are you in contact with Shawna’s mom?”
“No,” she said. “Not any longer. I did stay in touch for a while – a few months. Agnes – Mrs. Yeager – moved to L.A., and I tried to help her get adjusted. But you know…”
“Sure,” said Milo. “Nice of you to help her.”
A tiny pink tongue tip darted from between Mindy’s lips, then retracted. “She was pretty destroyed.”
“Any idea where she can be reached?”
“She’s not working at the Hilton anymore?”
“Beverly or Downtown?”
“Beverly,” said Mindy. “That’s not in the file? You must be missing a bunch of stuff. That other detective – the old one. He seemed a little… Is he your friend?”
Milo smiled. “Detective Riley? Yes, he did tend to get a little distracted.”
“I never felt he was really paying attention. Anyway, that’s where Agnes worked. I was just thinking about her on Christmas. Because Shawna’s birthday was December twenty-eighth and I knew her mom must be going through hell. I would’ve invited her to my parents’ house, but we all went to Hawaii…”
“What did Mrs. Yeager do at the Hilton?”
“Cleaned rooms. She needed something so she could stay in L.A., and she couldn’t find any decent waitress jobs. The U let her stay in a grad student dorm for a few weeks, but then she had to leave. She didn’t know the city at all, almost ended up near MacArthur Park. I told her to stay as far west as she could, and she found herself an apartment near La Brea and Pico – Cochran south of Pico.”
“So she stuck around.”
“For a few months. Maybe she moved back home – I don’t know.”
“Back to Santo Leon,” I said.
“Uh-huh.” She rolled the pen between her fingers.
Milo said, “So the last time you saw Shawna was that night she said she was going to the library. Remember what time that was?”
“I think I said eight-thirty. It couldn’t have been too much earlier ’cause I was out with Steve – my ex- boyfriend.” Tiny smile. “He had football practice until seven, and I used to pick him up and we’d have dinner in the Coop and then he’d walk me back to the dorms. Shortly after I got back, Shawna left. I studied for a while, went to bed, and when I woke up she still hadn’t returned.”
“Was the library a usual place for her to study?”
“I guess.”
“You’re not sure?”
The hand clutching the pen tightened. “In the papers – the campus paper mostly – they said no one remembered Shawna in any of the libraries. Trying to make out like Shawna had lied. But the libraries are huge, so what does that prove? I had no reason to doubt her.”
Footsteps and laughter caused her to gaze down the hall. A group of people in suits passed, and someone called out her name. “Hey, guys,” she said, flashing the sunny smile, then turning it off as she faced us. “Is that it?”
“When Shawna left was she carrying books?”
“She’d have to be,” said Mindy.
“She’d have to be?”
“Even if she wasn’t telling the truth about studying, she would’ve covered herself, right? I mean, with no books, I’d have said something. And I didn’t. So, sure, she must’ve had books. I would’ve noticed if she hadn’t been.”
“Logical,” agreed Milo. “But do you specifically recall seeing books?”
Blue irises bobbled. “No, but… why do you doubt her?”
“Just trying to collect as many details as I can, ma’am.”
“Well, no way I can give you details after all this time, but the logical thing was she had books. Probably psych books. That’s all Shawna read, she was really into it – psychology, medicine. All she did was study.”
“A grind,” I said, remembering the phrase she’d used with Adam Green.
