machaca that left the air flavored with epizote, even here within the sour cage of the radio car.
Pike watched the street kids part like water when his partner hurried out of the arcade. Abel Wozniak was a thick man with a square head and cloudy, slate eyes. Wozniak was twenty years older than Pike and had been on the street twenty years longer. Once the best cop that Pike had then met, Wozniak's eyes were now strained. They 'd been riding together for two years, and the eyes hadn't always been that way. Pike regretted that, but there wasn 't anything he could do about it.
Especially now when they were looking for Ramona Anny Escobar. .
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Wozniak lurched in behind the wheel, adjusting his gun for the seat, anxious to roll even with the tension between them as thick as clotted blood. His informant had come through.
'De Ville 's staying at the Islander Palms Motel.'
'DoesDeVille have the girl? '
'My guy eyeballed a little girl, but he can't say if she s still with him.'
Wozniak snapped the car into gear and rocked away from the curb. They didn 't roll Code Three. No lights, no siren. The Islander Palms was less than five blocks away, here on Alvarado Boulevard just south of Sunset. Why send an announcement?
'Woz? Would DeVille hurt her? '
'I told you, afuckin 'perv like this would be better off with a bullet in his head.'
It was eleven-forty on a Tuesday morning. At nine-twenty, a five-year-old girl named Ramona Ann Escobar had been playing near the paddleboat concession in Echo Park when her mother, a legal emigre from Guatemala, had turned away to chat with friends. Witnesses last saw Ramona in the company of a man believed to be one Leonard DeVille, a known pedophile who 'd been sighted working both Echo and Mac-Arthur parks for the past three months. When the dispatch call had come about the missing girl, Wozniak had begun working his street informants. Wozniak, having been on the street forever, knew everyone and how to find them. He was a treasure trove of information that Pike valued and respected, and didn't want to lose. But Pike couldn 't do anything about that, either.
Pike stared at Wozniak until Wozniak couldn't handle the weight any longer and glanced over. They were forty seconds away from the Islander Palms. 'Oh, for Christ's sake, what?'
'It isn 't too late, Woz.'
Wozniak's eyes went back to the street, and his face tightened. 'I'm tellingyou, Joe. Backoff with this. I'm not going to talk about it anymore.'
'I meant what I said.'
Wozniak wet his lips.
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'You 've got Paulette and Evelyn to think about.'
Wozniak's wife and daughter.
The cloudy eyes flicked to Pike, as bottomless and as dangerous as a thunderhead.
'I've been thinking about them, Pike. You bet your ass.'
For just an instant, Pike thought Wozniak's eyes filled. Then Wozniakgave a shudder as if he were shaking out his feelings, andpointed.
'There it is. Now shut the fuck up and play like a cop.'
The Islander Palms was a white stucco dump: two stories of frayed carpets, stained beds, and neon palms that looked tacky even in Los Angeles, all of it shaped into an L around a narrow parking lot. The typical customers were whores renting by the hour, wannabepornographersshooting 'amateur' videos, and rent jumpers needing a place to stay while they found a new landlord to stiff.
Pike followed Wozniak into the manager's office, a skinny Hindu with watery eyes. First thing he said was, 'I do not wan 'trouble, please.'
Wozniak had the lead.
'We're looking for a man with a little girl. His name is Leonard De Ville, but he might 've used another name.'
The Hindu didn 't know the name, or about a little girl, but he told them that a man matching the description Woz provided could be found on the second floor in the third room from the top of the L.
Pike said, 'You want me to call it in? '
Wozniak went out the door and up the stairs without answering. Pike thought then that he should go back to the car and call, but you don't let your partner go up alone. Pike followed.
They found the third door, listened, but heard nothing. The drapes were pulled. Standing on the exposed balcony, Pike felt as if they were being watched.
Wozniak took the knob side of the door, Pike the hinges. Wozniak rapped on the door, identifying himself as a Los Angeles police officer. Everything about Joe made him want to
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be the first one inside, but they had settled that two years ago. Wbzniakdrove, Wozniak went in first, Wozniak called how they made the play. Twenty-two years on the job against Pike s three bought you that. They had done it this way two hundred times.
When De Ville opened the door, they pushed him backward, Wozniak going first and pushing hard.
DeVille said, 'Hey, what is this?'Like he'd never been rousted before.
The room was tattered and cheesy, with a closet and bath off the rear. A rumpled double bed rested against the wall like some kind of ugly altar, its dark red bedspread stained and threadbare, one of the stains looking like Mickey Mouse. The room's only other piece of furniture was a cheap dresser edged with cigarette burns and notches cut by a sharp knife. Wozniak held DeVille as Pike cleared the bathroom and the closet, looking for Ramona.
'She's not here.'
'Anythingelse? Clothes, suitcase, toothbrush?'
'Nothing.' Indicating that DeVille hadn 't been living here, and didn 't intend to. He had other uses for the mom.
Wozniak, who had busted DeVille twice in the past, said, 'Where is she, Lennie? '
'Who? Hey, I don 'tdo that anymore. C'mon, Officer.'
'Where's the camera? '
DeVille spread his hands, flashing a nervous smile. 'Igot no camera. I'm tellingyou, I'm off that.'
Leonard DeVille was five-eight, with a fleshy body, dyed blond hair, and skin like a pineapple. The hair was slicked straight back, and held with a rubber band. Pike knew that DeVille was lying, but waited to see how Woz would play it. Even with only three years on the job, Pike knew that pedophiles were always pedophiles. You could bust them, treat them, counsel them, whatever, but when you released them back into the world, they were
