Devil's Waltz Part 11

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I thought of all he'd been through during the last year. Breaking the jaw of a superior who'd put his life in danger. Doing it on live television. The police department settling with him because going public could have proved embarra.s.sing. No charges pressed, six months' unpaid leave, then a return to West L.A. Robbery/Homicide with a one-notch demotion to Detective II. Finding out, six months later, that no detective jobs were open at West L.A., or any other division, due to "unforeseen" budget cuts.

They shunted him-"temporarily"-to a data-processing job at Parker Center, where he was put under the tutelage of a flagrantly effeminate civilian instructor and taught how to play with computers. The department's not-so-subtle reminder that a.s.sault was one thing, but what he did in bed was neither forgotten nor forgiven.

"Still thinking of going to court?" I said.

"I don't know. Rick wants me to fight to the death. Says the way they reneged proves they'll never give me a break. But I know if I take it to court, that's it for me in the department. Even if I win."

He removed his jacket and tossed it on the counter. "Enough bulls.h.i.+t self-pity. What can I do for you?"



I told him about Ca.s.sie Jones, gave him a mini-lecture on Munchausen syndrome. He drank and made no comment. Looked almost as if he were tuning out.

I said, "Have you heard of this before?"

"No. Why?"

"Most people react a little more strongly."

"Just taking it all in . . . Actually, it reminded me of something. Several years ago. There was this guy came into the E.R. at Cedars. Bleeding ulcer. Rick saw him, asked him about stress. Guy says he's been hitting the bottle very heavy 'cause he's guilty about being a murderer and getting away with it. Seems he'd been with a call girl, gotten mad and cut her up. Badly-real psycho slasher thing. Rick nodded and said uh-huh; then he got the h.e.l.l out of there and called Security-then me. The murder had taken place in Westwood. At the time I was in a car with Del Hardy, working on some robberies over in Pico-Robertson, and the two of us bopped over right away, Mirandized him, and listened to what he had to say.

"The turkey was overjoyed to see us. Vomiting out details like we were his salvation. Names, addresses, dates, weapon. He denied any other murders and came up clean for wants and warrants. A real middle-of-the-road type of guy, even owned his own business-carpet cleaning, I think. We booked him, had him repeat his confession on tape, and figured we'd picked up a dream solve. Then we proceeded to round up verifying details and found nothing. No crime, no physical evidence of any murder at that particular date and place; no hooker had ever lived at that address or anywhere nearby. No hooker fitting the name and description he'd given us had ever existed anywhere in L.A. So we checked unidentified victims, but none of the Jane Does in the morgue fit, and no moniker in Vice's files matched the one he said his girl used. We even ran checks in other cities, contacted the FBI, figuring maybe he got disoriented-some kind of psycho thing-and mixed up his locale. He kept insisting it had happened exactly the way he was telling it. Kept saying he wanted to be punished.

"After three straight days of this: nada. Guy's got a court-appointed attorney against his will, and the lawyer's screaming at us to make a case or let his client go. Our lieutenant is putting the pressure on-put up or shut up. So we keep digging. Zilch.

"At this point we begin to suspect we've been had, and confront the guy. He denies it. Really convincing-De Niro could have taken lessons. So we go over it again. Backtracking, double-checking, driving ourselves crazy. And still come up empty. Finally, we're convinced it's a scam, get overtly p.i.s.sed off at the guy-major league bad-cop/bad-cop. He reacts by getting p.i.s.sed off, too. But it's an embarra.s.sed kind of anger. Slimy. Like he knows he's been found out and is being extra-indignant in order to put us on the defensive."

He shook his head and hummed the Twilight Zone theme.

"What happened?" I said.

"What could happen? We let him walk out and never heard from the a.s.shole again. We could have busted him for filing a false report, but that would have bought us lots of paperwork and court time, and for what? Lecture and a fine on a first offense knocked down to a misdemeanor? No, thank you. We were really steamed, Alex. I've never seen Del so mad. It had been a heavy week, plenty of real crimes, very few solutions. And this b.a.s.t.a.r.d yanks our chains with total bulls.h.i.+t."

Remembered anger colored his face.

"Confessors," he said. "Attention-seeking, jerking everyone around. Doesn't that sound like your Munchausen losers?"

"Sounds a lot like them," I said. "Never thought of it that way."

"See? I'm a regular font of insight. Go on with your case."

I told him the rest of it.

He said, "Okay, so what do you want? Background checks on the mother? Both parents? The nurse?"

"I hadn't thought in those terms."

"No? What, then?"

"I really don't know, Milo. I guess I just wanted some counsel."

He placed his hands atop his belly, bowed his head, and raised it. "Honorable Buddha on duty. Honorable Buddha counsels as following: Shoot all bad guys. Let some other deity sort them out."

"Be good to know who the bad guys are."

"Exactly. That's why I suggested background checks. At least on your prime suspect."

"That would have to be the mother."

"Then she gets checked first. But as long as I'm punching b.u.t.tons, I can throw in any others as a bonus. More fun than the payroll s.h.i.+t they're punis.h.i.+ng me with."

"What would you check for?"

"Criminal history. It's a police data bank. Will your lady doctor friend be in on the fact that I'm checking?"

"Why?"

"I like to know my parameters when I snoop. What we're doing is technically a no-no."

"No. Let's keep her out of it-why put her in jeopardy?"

"Fine."

"In terms of a criminal history," I said, "Munchausens generally present as model citizens-just like your carpet cleaner. And we already know about the first child's death. It's been written off as SIDS."

He thought. "There'd be a coroner's report on that, but if no one had any suspicions of foul play, that's about it. I'll see what I can do about getting hold of the paperwork. You might even be able to do it yourself-check hospital records. If you can be discreet."

"Don't know if I can. The hospital's a different place now."

"In what way?"

"Lots more security-kind of heavy-handed."

"Well," he said, "you can't fault that. That part of town's gotten real nasty."

He got up, went to the fridge, found an orange and began peeling it over the sink. Frowning.

I said, "What is it?"

"I'm trying to frame some strategy on this. Seems to me the only way to solve something like this would be to catch the bad guy in the act. The kid gets sick at home?"

I nodded.

"So the only way to do it would be to surveil their house electronically. Hidden audio and video. Trying to record someone actually poisoning the baby."

"The Colonel's games," I said.

That made him frown.

"Yeah, exactly the kind of stuff that p.r.i.c.k would delight in . . . He moved, you know."

"Where?"

"Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C. Where else? New enterprise for him. Corporation with one of those t.i.tles that tells you nothing about what it does. Ten to one he's living off the government. I got a note and a business card in the mail a while back. Congrats for entering the informational age and some free software to do my taxes."

"He knew what you were doing?"

"Evidently. Anyway, back to your baby-poisoner. Bugging her house. Unless you got a court order, anything you came up with would be inadmissible. But a court order means strong evidence, and all you've got are suspicions. Not to mention the fact that Grandpa's a pooh-bah, and you've got to tread extra carefully."

He finished peeling the orange, put it down, washed his hands, and began pulling apart the sections. "This one may be a heartbreaker-please don't tell me how cute the kid is."

"The kid's adorable."

"Thank you very much."

I said, "There were a couple of cases in England, reported in one of the pediatrics journals. They videotaped mothers smothering babies, and all they had were suspicions."

"They taped at home?"

"In the hospital."

"Big difference. And for all I know, the law's different in England. . . . Let me think on it, Alex. See if there's anything creative we can do. In the meantime I'll start playing with local records, NCIC, on the off chance that any of them has been naughty before, and we can build up something to get a warrant. Old Charlie's taught me well-you should see me ride those data bases."

"Don't put yourself in jeopardy," I said.

"Don't worry. The preliminary searches are no more than what an officer does every time he pulls someone over for a traffic stop. If and when I dig deeper, I'll be careful. Have the parents lived anyplace other than L.A.?"

"I don't know," I said. "I really don't know much about them, better start learning."

"Yeah, you dig your trench; I'll dig mine." He hunched over the counter, thinking out loud: "They're upper-crusties, which could mean private schools. Which is tough."

"The mother might be a public school girl. She doesn't come across as someone who was born to money."

"Social climber?"

"No, just simple. He's a college teacher. She might have been one of his students."

"Okay," he said, opening his note pad. "What else? Maybe military service for him, maybe officer's training-another tough nut to crack. Charlie has managed to hack into some of the military files, but nothing fancy, just V.A. benefits, cross-referencing, that kind of stuff."

"What do you guys do, play around with confidential data banks?"

"More like he plays, I watch. Where does the father teach?"

"West Valley Community College. Sociology."

"What about mom? Any job?"

"No, she's a full-time mom."

"Takes her job seriously, huh. Okay, give me a name to work with."

"Jones."

He looked at me.

I nodded.

His laughter was deep and loud, almost drunken.

8.

The next morning, I arrived at the hospital at 9:45. The doctors' lot was nearly full and I had to drive up to the top level to find a s.p.a.ce. A uniformed guard was leaning against a concrete abutment, half-concealed by shadows, smoking a cigarette. He kept his eyes on me as I got out of the Seville and didn't stop looking until I'd snapped my new badge to my lapel.

The private ward was as quiet as it had been yesterday. A single nurse sat at the desk and the unit clerk read McCall's.

I read Ca.s.sie's chart. Stephanie had been by for morning rounds, reported Ca.s.sie symptom-free but decided to keep her in for at least another day. I went to 505W, knocked, and entered.

Cindy Jones and Vicki Bottomley were sitting on the sleeper couch. A deck of cards rested in Vicki's lap. The two of them looked up.

Cindy smiled. "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Vicki said, "Okay," and stood.

Ca.s.sie's bed had been cranked to an upright position. She sat playing with a Fisher-Price house. Other amus.e.m.e.nts, including a quorum of LuvBunnies, were scattered on the bedcover. A breakfast tray held a bowl of partially eaten oatmeal and a plastic cup of something red. Cartoon action flashed on the TV but the sound was off. Ca.s.sie was preoccupied with the house, arranging furniture and plastic figures. An I.V. pole was pushed into a corner.

I placed a new drawing on the bed. She glanced at it for a moment, then returned to her play.

Vicki was in rapid motion, handing the cards to Cindy, then clasping Cindy's hand briefly between both of hers. Avoiding eye contact with me, she walked over to the bed, tousled Ca.s.sie's head, and said, "See you, punkin."

Ca.s.sie looked up for an instant. Vicki tousled her hair again and left.

Cindy stood. A pink blouse replaced yesterday's plaid. Same jeans and sandals.

"Let's see, what did Dr. Delaware draw for you today?" She picked up the drawing. Ca.s.sie reached out and took it from her.

Cindy put an arm around her shoulder. "An elephant! Dr. Delaware drew you a cute blue elephant!"

Ca.s.sie brought the paper closer. "Eh-fa."

"Good, Ca.s.s, that's great! Did you hear that, Dr. Delaware? Elephant?"

I nodded. "Terrific."

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