Rage

“Uh-uh,” she said. “I took the Midols, that’s it. Drew offered me some different pills, I think they were Demerol. I didn’t take them. I’d been pretty clean and sober since they put me in the shelter.”

Except for a Rohypnol to get things going. “Beth, do you know if he abused any other girls besides Miranda and you?”

“I never saw anyone, but probably. ’Cause he was like… there was no nervousness. It was like something he was used to, you know? And he had only girls in the house. Why are you investigating him?”

I turned to Allison. She said, “It’s okay.”

“A girl he cared for committed suicide.”

Beth’s eyes remained steady. “How?”

“She cut her wrists.”

“That’s terrible,” she said. “That would hurt.”

***

I asked if there was anything else she wanted to know.

“Nope.”

Thanking her again, I got up and shook her hand. No warmer.

Allison said, “I’ll be back in a sec, hon,” and walked me out. It was nearly nine and passersby strolled Montana Avenue.

“As far as I’m concerned,” she said, “I’ve got no obligation to report because she’s nineteen. He’s a monster but that’s not my problem right now. She may change her mind but in the meantime I insist you don’t bring her into any police investigation.”

“No argument.”

She touched my hand. Her lips looked parched. “I need to get back in there. We’ll talk later.”

“I can come back when you’re through.”

“No,” she said. “I’m bushed and I’ve still got two more patients. Tomorrow’s pretty heavy, too. I’ll call you.”

I leaned in to kiss her.

She squeezed my hand and offered her cheek.

CHAPTER 35

Back at my office, I found the citations I’d printed for the Women’s Wellness Place.

The only full-time physician was the medical director, Marta A. Demchuk, M.D.

Four hits for her. The oldest, five years ago, was a state medical board listing of doctors facing legal prosecution or ethical censure. The charge against Demchuk was billing fraud.

Five years ago, but she was still in practice. No answer at Milo ’s house but I connected with his mobile.

“Out on the town, big guy?”

“If the town’s Van Nuys,” he said. “Just got finished talking to a creepy little lady doc about the specifics of her gynecology practice.”

“Marta Demchuk?”

Silence. “What the hell? If you were hiding in a corner, I didn’t see you.”

I recounted Beth Scoggins’s story.

He said, “Allison’s patient? Talk about karma.”

“Unfortunately, she won’t be available for follow-up.”

“Why?”

“Allison’s protecting her.”

“Maybe you could- ”

“I can’t.”

Silence. “Okay.”

I said, “How’d you get onto Demchuk?”

“The more I thought about that clinic the worse it started to stink. Daney gets minors aborted there, the bills are probably padded, and he’s listed on the board with a fake divinity degree. I ran the same search you did, found out who the boss was and that she was brought up on fraud charges. I did a little more background, learned she’s Ukrainian, had to take the licensing exam three times before she passed. So now I’m figuring some Russian scam and I call a guy I know at the medical board. From what I can tell, abortion’s always been Demchuk’s thing, she started doing it the minute she got licensed. First at other clinics, also run by Ukrainians, then she started her own place nine years ago.”

“Women’s Wellness.”

“The main wellness is hers,” he said. “It’s strictly Medi-Cal, she’s into high volume, rakes it in.”

“She claims to be nonprofit. All those fund-raisers.”

“What that means is Demchuk filed as a nonprofit and lists herself as an employee. She takes a huge salary, and the clinic never makes it into the black. What got her in trouble six years ago was sloppy record-keeping that led to some duplicate billing. She claimed clerical error, ignorance of what her staff was doing, got a sixty-day suspension of Medi-Cal billing privileges.”

“Slap on the wrist,” I said. “The right friends?”

“Her husband’s a big-time immigration lawyer, contributes to politicians.”

“Hence the fund-raisers.”

“Hence. I dropped in on her an hour ago. She’s pulling seven figures but the decor’s plain-wrap.”

“That probably tugs at contributors’ heartstrings,” I said. “You found her working late?”

“The lights were on and Demchuk’s Mercedes was the only vehicle in the parking lot. I woulda kept going except I noticed another vehicle parked up the block. White Jeep.”

“Daney was there?”

“Extremely there. Chilling in the front seat, eating something, and from the way his head was moving, listening to music. I circled around and positioned myself half a block down. Twenty minutes later Demchuk comes out with a girl who’s walking kind of shaky. Daney gets out of the Jeep, puts his arm around the kid, guides her in, and they drive away. I recognized her. The girl Cherish was trying to teach math.”

“Valerie Quezada. Sixteen years old with A.D.D.”

“Obviously he likes them young and vulnerable. The thing is, her body language said she liked him, too. Putting her head on his shoulder. Before she got in the Jeep, she kissed his hand. And this is right after she’s had an abortion.”

“Beth Scoggins said his manner was gentle, solicitous, flattering. Until she got pregnant, then he got stern and broke it off with her.”

“Well, he hasn’t broken it off with Valerie yet. Meaning even if I could find a way to talk to her, she’d clam up. Now you’re telling me Scoggins won’t cooperate. I’m stuck.”

“Beth said a girl named Miranda was her successor. Anything like that on the foster list?”

“I’ll check tomorrow,” he said. “So, Allison’s not impressed by the magnitude of this asshole’s offenses?”

“Allison’s got to think about Beth Scoggins’s mental health in the short run,” I said. “Also, right now, I don’t hold much sway.”

“Why not?”

“She saw me in another light and didn’t like it.”

“What light’s that?”

“Deceptive.”

“A woman who still thinks men don’t lie?” he said. “Thought she dug all the police stuff.”

“Until it got too close,” I said.

“You really think it’s useless to talk to her again? Maybe in a coupla days?”