I draped my jacket over Dolan's face, not knowing what else to do. My eyes filled with tears, but I shook my head and turned away. Williams had stopped outside the door and was staring at her. He was crying, too.
I felt her wrist, but it was silent. I rested the flat of my hand on her belly. She was warm. I blinked hard at the tears, then put Samantha Dolan and everything I was feeling out of my head to concentrate on Joe.
I went to Sobek's garage.
Krantz saw me from the tree and said, 'Stay out of there. It's a crime scene. Williams, stop him, goddamnit.'
'Fuck you, Krantz. He could be out there killing someone else right now.'
Williams went back to staring at Dolan. 'She's really dead.'
'She's dead.'
He cried harder.
Watts called, 'Cole, be careful. He could have the whole fucking thing booby-trapped.'
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I went inside without stopping, and Krantz came in behind me. Bruly came to the door, but stopped there.
The air was layered with drifting gun smoke. It was intensely hot and dark, with the only light coming through the open door. I turned on the lights with my knuckle.
Sobek didn't have furniture; he had weights. A weight lifter's bench sat squat and ugly in the center of the room, black weight disks stacked on the floor around it like iron toadstools. No one walked in front of the shotgun even though smoke still drifted from both barrels. Residual fear. Articles from the
Bruly said, 'Jesus, look at this shit. You think he's coming back?'
I didn't look at him; I was looking for trip wires and pressure plates, and trying to smell gasoline, because I was scared that Sobek had rigged the garage to explode. 'You don't rig a booby trap the way he's rigged this place and expect to come back. He's abandoned it.'
Krantz said, 'We don't know that, Cole. If we can get Dolan cleaned up fast enough, we can secure the area and wait for him.'
Even Bruly shook his head.
I said, 'You're really something, Krantz.'
Bruly took a small book from a cardboard box, then a couple more. 'He's got the Marine Corps Sniper Manual in here. Check it out: The Force Recon Training Syllabus, Hand-to-Hand Combat. Man, this turd is the ultimate wannabe.'
Krantz opened the fridge and took out a glass vial. 'It's filled with drugs. Steroid products. The guy's a juicer.'
It wasn't much of an apartment, just one large room divided by a counter from a kitchenette, with a bath and closet. All I cared about and wanted was to find a slip with Dersh's address, or the clothes that Sobek used to dress as Pike—anything at all that would tie Sobek to Dersh and clear Joe.
'Over here, Lieutenant.'
Bruly found seven empty Clorox bottles in the closet,
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along with three .22 pistols and some ammunition. Two of the Clorox bottles had been reinforced with duct tape.
Krantz slammed Bruly on the back. 'We got the sonofa-bitch!'
I said, 'Dolan got him. You just came along for the ride.'
Krantz started to say something, then thought better of it, and went to the door. He spoke to Stan Watts. Outside, a siren approached.
Leonard DeVille's original case file was spread across the kitchen counter, along with yellowed clippings about Woz-niak's death, the lead detective's witness complainant list, and notes and addresses on all six victims. Karen Garcia's address was there. Her habit of running at Lake Hollywood, and notes on her route were there, as were similar notes on Semple, Lorenzo, and the others. It was creepy; like getting a glimpse inside a cold and evil mind that was planning murder. He had watched some of these people and charted their lives for months.
Krantz said, 'I've got to hand it to you, Cole. You and Dolan made a right call. That was good work.'
'See if there's anything about Dersh.'
Krantz's jaw jutted, but he didn't say anything. Maybe, just then, he thought it was possible.
We were still shuffling through Sobek's planning notes when we came to my listing in the yellow pages, and a DMV printout showing my home address and phone numbers. Dolan's home address was listed, also.
Bruly whistled. 'He has you, dude. I don't know how, but he knew you and Dolan were on him.'
Krantz fingered through the papers. 'He was all over Parker Center every day. He could've heard anything. He could've asked damn near anyone anything, and no one would've thought anything of it.'
The way Krantz said it made me think that he and Sobek had had more than one conversation.
Bruly spread more loose pages, exposing a snapshot that was so wrong to this place and moment that I almost didn't recognize it. A snapshot of three boys talking to a teenaged
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girl holding a tennis racket. The girl's back was to the camera, but I could see the boys. The boy on the right was Ben Che-nier. Two other snapshots of Ben were mixed with the papers, all three taken from a distance at his tennis camp in Verdugo. Lucy's apartment address was scratched on a corner of the DMV printout.
Krantz saw the pictures, or maybe he saw the expression on my face. 'Who's this boy?'
'My girlfriend's son. He's away at this tennis camp. Krantz, this address is my girlfriend's apartment, this one's my home. That's the television station where Lucy works.'
Krantz cut me off to yell outside for Watts. Somewhere out on the street, the siren died, but more were coming.
'Stan, we've got a problem here. It looks like Sobek was going to shut down Cole. He might be on the girlfriend, or the girlfriend's son, or on Cole's home.'
Something sharp and sour blossomed in the center of me, and spread through my arms and legs and across my skin. I felt myself shaking.
Watts looked through the papers and photographs as Krantz spoke, and turned away with his cell phone before Krantz finished. Watts read out the addresses into the phone, requesting patrol officers be dispatched code three. Code three meant fast. Sirens and lights. Watts cupped the phone to glance back at me. 'We got the camp's name?'
I told him. I was shaking when I borrowed Bruly's phone to call Lucy.
When Lucy came on, she was hesitant and contained, but I cut through that, telling her where I was, and that officers were on their way to her, and why.
Krantz said, 'Cole, do you need me to speak with her?'
When I told her that Laurence Sobek had snapped Ben's picture, her voice came back higher and strained.
'This man was watching Ben?'
