Sacred and Profane. Faye Kellerman

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      “I understand,” he said.

      “What’d you find out?” Decker asked Marge. He turned on the ignition, let the motor idle for a moment, then backed out of the driveway.

      “Mom liked to shop with her daughter,” answered Marge.

      “The usual denial?”

      Marge nodded. “Not my kid! She couldn’t have run away.” She rubbed her hands together. “They fix the car heater yet? Day’s turned nasty.”

      “No, but the air-conditioner works perfectly.”

      “Terrific. Why don’t we chill up the inside so the outside’ll feel warm by comparison?”

      Decker laughed. “You’re looking a little better,” he said.

      “You talk to people with real problems, you all of a sudden don’t feel so sick,” she said. “What’d you find in Lindsey’s room?”

      Decker said, “I found an average, nice kid. Not too deep, but not angry, either. Her records were standard top forty stuff, no heavy metal or rebellious punker crap. Her clothes were a bit more adventurous than preppy, but definitely not punk, either. She was into her nails in a big way. Found at least a half dozen nail kits.”

      He pulled onto the freeway and floored the gas pedal. The car protested, bucked, then surged ahead.

      “Girl didn’t read at all. Her book shelves were filled with knick-knacks and stuffed animals. Not a single book.”

      “Posters?” Marge asked.

      “Rock stars, a few of the top New York models. A few framed homilies—Love conquers all … love is the treasure of kings, Love is the treasure of life. Stuff like that.”

      “A nice kid,” Marge said.

      “A nice kid,” Decker said.

      “Pictures of boyfriends?” Marge asked.

      “Couldn’t find any. Couldn’t find any snapshots in her room. The family probably keeps photo albums in a different place.”

      “You didn’t by any chance happen to come across a diary?”

      Decker shook his head. “She kept one?”

      “Mother says she did. She couldn’t find it. She said everything else in the girl’s room was left untouched.”

      “If Lindsey was a runaway, she traveled light,” Decker said. “It didn’t look like the room of an unhappy girl.”

      “Maybe the kid got tired of being a saint,” Marge suggested.

      “She wasn’t a saint,” said Decker. “She had her fun. I found a small stash, birth control pills and a roach clip.”

      “Mother didn’t mention them.”

      “Wonder why,” he said. “I discovered them inside a stuffed animal—a big turtle with a hidden zipper.” Decker thought a moment. “But that doesn’t change my impression of the girl. The room lacked … anger … teenage hostility. And you know what else it lacked? Individuality. There wasn’t anything in there that seemed different … it seemed unique.”

      “Those are usually the types to suddenly pull up stakes,” Marge said. “They keep it all inside.”

      “Seems strange to leave without your stash and birth control pills,” Decker mentioned.

      “You could pick those up anywhere. But a diary … That you’d take along.”

      “True,” Decker said. “Could be she walked away with just her diary and the clothes on her back.”

      “I’ve got a list of her friends,” Marge said. “They’ll flesh her out. Also, someone should talk to her sister.”

      “How’s the rest of your day holding up?” Decker asked.

      “Court appearance in the afternoon.”

      “Give me the list of her friends,” Decker said. “I’ll see what I can do.”

      “Also, Mrs. Bates hired a private detective. Someone at the Marris Agency. I got her to sign a release. They’re expecting someone down there in about an hour.”

      “No problem,” Decker said. “Did they come up with anything?”

      “According to Mrs. Bates, they came up with an enormous bill.”

      “Probably didn’t tell her what she wanted to hear,” Decker said.

      “No doubt,” she said. “I think you should interview the kid sister, Pete. I got the feeling that she and Mama don’t get along so hot. Maybe she relates better to men.”

      “That’s fine,” he said. “But I want you to come with me. I don’t want to be alone with a teenage girl who likes men.”

      “Good point,” Marge agreed, then smiled to herself. “You sure as hell don’t need that.”

      Marris was a slick operation. Lee Krasdin was even slicker. He had a face like a Toby mug and Decker didn’t like him. Mrs. Bates had been right about him. He hadn’t done anything.

      “Is that all?” Decker said when he was done with the report.

      Krasdin spread his fingers and placed them palm down on the desktop, as if he were going to hoist himself upward. The effort turned him purple.

      “There was nothing left to do, Detective,” he said nervously.

      “You didn’t think she might be a runaway?”

      “From everyone we talked to, she seemed like a sweet kid. They do exist, Sergeant—sweet kids who end up in trouble.”

      Decker threw him a disgusted look.

      “You didn’t interview her sister.”

      “Her sister was broken up. You can’t intrude upon people like that and expect cooperation.”

      Decker remembered the Hippocratic oath: Above all, do no harm. That was the only compliment you could pay an incompetent like Krasdin.

      “Do you know how many runaways we process in a week?” Krasdin said defensively.

      “Not as many as LAPD.”

      “Let me tell you,” the man said indignantly. “I can spot a runaway situation with my eyes closed, and this wasn’t a runaway. We talked to friends, we talked to relatives, we talked to church leaders, we talked to teachers. The kid was a random abduction, and that left us nowhere.”

      “Mr. Krasdin, when someone is missing, I look for them. If they don’t show up at a friend’s or relative’s house, I look outside the neighborhood. You didn’t do anything except knock on a few doors. СКАЧАТЬ