Chapter 46

“Hey Pard, what is it you want me to do here?” Clancy was shouting in my ear.

“Go to West Valley station and get hold of Detective Gillette, he was with them and her attorney when I left. I hope I didn’t piss him off too much. If Gillette won’t give you anything, call her asshole lawyer, Jason Gibbs.”

“Hey, I know Gibbs. He’s a good guy, Rollo,” Clancy chided.

“Call me back when you get something.”

My cell started ringing before I could hang up the office phone. “Yes?”

“Anatoli left the building ten minutes ago with Green. He told Cassidy he wanted to get Darla to a safe place. But on the way out he bumped into Grey Hair and went ballistic. We had to pull
Anatoli off the guy and it wasn’t easy. I guess Cassidy wanted to know if these guys knew each other. Sure enough, they did,” Fontana reported.

“Dumb, dumb, dumb. Homeland Security is going to get Anatoli killed before he pays me what he owes. Can you get hold of Green right now?”

“Yes, but why?” he asked.

“Darla Mason slipped out of my office five minutes ago, headed to parts unknown.”

“Green and Anatoli are headed to her agent’s office in Hollywood,” Fontana said.

“Tell Green to bring him straight here right now. Can you get here?”

“I’m stuck with turning Grey Hair over to the FBI and giving them a report as to how he happened to be in my custody.”

“Call Green,” I said, “the FBI could take forever.”

Art was on his phone with Nerd, telling him he did not see Darla exit our building. Nerd was on the corner of Wilshire and LaBrea, looking four ways from Sunday for the runaway Darla. Linda was somewhere between our floor and the lobby doing the same.

“Rollo, come here,” Art shouted. I walked over to the window and he pointed to the street. “Isn’t that Sturdevant’s limo?”

We watched Darla make the dash from the front of the building and dive in the limo a split second before it pulled from the curb. Nerd managed to grab hold of the door but the autolocking door proved too much for even him. He managed the one finger salute as the limo sped off into traffic.

“Tell Nerd to find Linda and get back up here,” I told Art as I slumped down in my chair, feeling defeat had just jumped up and bit me on the ass. It was probably just my stitches reminding me of other moments of defeat. Ten minutes later the three of us were sitting in my office watching Linda make coffee while waiting for the phone to ring.

The first call was from my partner, telling me that my Ex and three kids were with her attorney at the Pancake House on Ventura Boulevard, enjoying shakes and goodies, probably planning my financial ruin. Clancy had gone in and informed them that he and Sylvia were their protection detail for yet another night, and would be following them home when ever they were ready.

The next call was from Fontana. Green was enroute to my office with Anatoli, an ETA of about ten minutes. He also told me an inter-agency squabble of the fourth kind was bubbling up over the arrest of the Cultural Affairs Attache from the Russian consulate. Yes, the position did come with diplomatic immunity, but it did not give him a pass for double homicide. Alas, there was no evidence to connect him with the deaths of Colletta Meyers’ two make believe bodyguards. The freshly showered Mister Grey offered to take a gunshot residue test. His wash and wear clothing was last seen going through the rinse cycle of the washing machine of the house in which he was captured by Green and Fontana, just a short block from the murder scene.

That there had been a multi-agency task force staked out on the murder scene at the time of the killings was interesting. That none of the on scene sleuths could identify the grey haired man who accompanied Colletta Meyers and the two soon-to-be victims seemed to muddle the picture to the point of embarrassment. Fortunately Nerd and I showed up to pistol whip my daughter’s kidnappers and provide the necessary cover for those involved to blow off the press.

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