about?” I asked when he arrived.
Instead of answering, Deluca dropped the repair-shop employee list on my desk. Notations in a near-illegible scrawl bordered a surprising number of names.
I picked up the sheets. “You find something?”
“Maybe too much. Half the guys working for Al have records ranging from petty larceny to grand theft auto.”
I ran my finger down the list, stopping at Charles Smith, the man who’d done the paint. Nothing. Alonzo Domingos proved to be a different story. “I see the bodywork guy has a full plate,” I noted, struggling to decipher Deluca’s writing. “Burglary, aggravated assault… Jeez, where’d you learn to write? What’s the last thing you scribbled?”
“Rape. Arrest, no conviction.”
“Hmmm. I sent the opener remote from the Larson’s car over to Latents. It’ll be interesting to see whether Alonzo’s prints are on it.”
“I’ll pull up his sheet for print comparison.”
“Is Barrello cross-checking this list against employees at the OC garage?” I asked.
“He’s not back yet, but I left a copy on his desk,” answered Deluca. “Think Domingos is our guy?”
I shrugged.
“C’mon, Kane. You’re wearing that look you get. What’s up?”
“I’m not sure,” I said slowly. “But I feel as if…”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s nothing, but I still can’t shake the feeling we’re overlooking something. Something important.”
16
Miss me yet?” Catheryn’s voice sounded surprisingly clear, especially considering that her call was probably bouncing off a communications satellite somewhere between California and Italy. Some things in the world were definitely getting better.
I took a final bite of cold spaghetti, pushed aside my plate, and rocked back in my chair at the kitchen table. “Kate, I’ve been so busy I’ve barely had a chance to eat, let alone spend time mooning over one of my girlfriends.”
“Girlfriends?” said Catheryn, trying to sound insulted. “You and I need to have a meeting of the minds when I get back.”
“When you get back, I have something else planned, sugar. And it doesn’t involve your mind.”
“I’ll be sure to shower.”
“Don’t do anything out of the ordinary on my account. I like my women natural.”
“Does that mean I can stop shaving my legs?”
Well…”
That’s what I thought,” laughed Catheryn. “So how are the kids?”
“Kids? What kids?”
“Travis, Allison, Nate-do any of those names ring a bell?”
“Oh, those kids. They’re fine. Allison’s been doing the cooking, Christy’s helped out occasionally, and everybody’s been getting off to school like clockwork.”
“Has Nate had a bath recently?”
“I don’t know. If he hasn’t, I’ll drag him out on the deck tomorrow and hose him off.”
“What about Trav?”
“I’ll hose him off, too.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“I know. Listen, I haven’t had time to talk with Travis since you left. He’s coming home this weekend. I’m working Saturday, but I promise to give the entire crew my undivided attention on Sunday. If there’s trouble in the ranks, I’ll straighten it out then.”
“Wonderful. And to think I was worried you’d ignore the children while I was away.”
“Now, don’t start in. I realize you think your babies aren’t safe with the ol’ dad here, but they’re a tough bunch. They can take care of themselves.”
“Dan-”
“Speaking of Travis, when I got home tonight there was a message from Petrinski,” I interrupted, referring to Travis’s music advisor at USC. “He wants me to call. What’s that about?”
“I told you Trav’s having problems. Maybe Petrinski wants to discuss them with you, although I can’t imagine why. Call him and find out.”
“I’ll do that, as soon as I have time.”
“Make time,” said Catheryn firmly. Then, softening slightly, “They’re keeping you busy, huh? Your case is big news over here. The TV had a story on the task force, too. How’s that going?”
“With a handful of quarterbacks calling the plays, about as well as can be expected.”
“Dan, I know you’re involved with your investigation, but I’m still hoping you can find time to join me. It’s so beautiful over here. You would love Rome. We’re playing a different hall every other night and our schedule is absolutely hectic, but our stopover in Venice is just two weeks away. Any chance you’ll be able to wrap things up by then?”
“Believe me, sugar, if that happens you’ll be the first to know.”
“All right,” sighed Catheryn. “Rehearsal’s in four hours, and I have to get some sleep before then. How about putting the kids on?”
“Sure. They’re sawing logs, but I’ll wake them.” I covered the mouthpiece. “Allison! Nate! Your mom’s on the phone.”
“Be right there,” Allison’s sleepy voice filtered back.
“Nate?”
“Coming, Dad.”
I took my hand from the mouthpiece. “When will I hear from you next?”
“We’re swamped for the next few days. I’ll try to call Sunday. I miss you, Dan.”
“Me, too,” I said as Nate and Allison stumbled into the kitchen. “I’ll put the kids on now. Take care of yourself.”
I handed the phone to Allison. “Make it quick, sunshine. It may be the middle of the night, but this call’s still costing plenty.”
“Don’t worry, Pop,” yawned Allison. “I have a couple bucks saved. If things get tight, I’ll bust open my piggy bank.”
“Me, too,” said Nate, rubbing his eyes.
I smiled. “I don’t think it will come to that, but thanks for the offer.”
He sits very still, listening.
He hesitates, then moves to the trapdoor. He starts to open it, stopping as a voice sounds beneath him in the entry.
“Cal?”
Another voice answers. Agitated, breathless. “What?”
He raises the hatch a little and peeks through the opening. A man with skinny, hairless arms stands below. “I got a bad feeling about this,” the man calls into the house.
Seconds pass. The other man answers. “Ain’t nobody home ’cept sweet-cheeks here. Keep checkin’. There’s bound to be cash.” Then a sharp slapping noise, and the muffled sound of someone crying. The man below heads deeper into the house.
He hears his parents’ bedroom door bang open. With trembling hands, he closes and bolts his hatch. Stay
