Joseph Wambaugh - Hollywood Crows

“Why is my son in the house tonight?” Ali said. “Please tell me, Jasmine.”

“As much as I could find out, this is the way it’s been ever since this guy entered the picture. He says she shouldn’t waste her money on the nanny. He says the kid should stay at home like other kids.”

“Stay home?” Ali said, and she’d never heard him sound so bleak. “Stay home to see his mommy like this? Sex, cocaine, and what more things?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you more, Ali,” she said.

“Tell me, Jasmine,” he said. “I beg you to tell me all. I must know.”

“Margot told me they been doing three-ways with other girls on a regular basis, with lots of coke to amp them up. And sometimes they do a lot more than that. Lucas brings girls and guys from the Strip and they all do cocaine, and then they all get weirded out and do one another. Anything they can think of.”

“And my Nicky,” Ali said. “Where is my Nicky when these things happen?”

“From what I can tell, he’s always in the house these days. I guess he’s in his room when the really heavy stuff is going on. I don’t think Margot would let him be in the bedroom when they start kinking it up. Unless he just walked in on it. I really can’t say for sure, Ali. I’m sorry. I tried to find out as much as I could.”

“How many people are in the house tonight, Jasmine? Only Margot and this man?”

“Yeah, that’s all there was when I left,” she said. “But Lucas was talking about calling some friend on the Strip. He’s a fucking animal and he’s ripped.”

“You are a good friend to me,” Ali said. “I thank you.”

“Are you gonna call your lawyer?” Jasmine said. “I don’t wanna get dragged before a judge. I’m telling you what’s happening, but I’m not doing a deposition for some lawyer. I’m scared of that man Lucas. And I still gotta work in this town.”

“What good is a lawyer?” Ali said. “Margot shall say you lie if we talk to my lawyer. She shall look and talk like the perfect mother when she sits down with the lawyer or the judge. Everybody looks at her and smiles. Beautiful mother.”

“I can’t see what good it would do to call the cops either,” Jasmine said. “They couldn’t go in there and check on the kid unless they had a warrant or some kind of firsthand information. And I’m not talking to cops, Ali. You can fire me, but I’m not talking to cops or to lawyers. I did what you asked me to do and now I’m out of it. I want no more to do with your ex-wife and her twisted friend. I’m real scared.”

“Yes,” Ali said. “I shall pay you the bonus. You are a good girl.”

She was losing him again. She had seen the rage rise and fall and rise again. Now it was ebbing. She’d given him too much to process. He was beaten down by it. He looked like he might start weeping and not stop. She was watching it slipping away. All the money she and Margot would share. It was time to play her last card: the ace of spades.

She said, “There’s something else, Ali…No, never mind.”

Wearily he said, “What? Tell me all, Jasmine. Please.”

“I don’t know if I should. I don’t have proof of anything, and there’s nothing you can do about it anyways.”

He raised his eyes from his desk and looked up at her, his dark-rimmed eyes boring into hers. “Tell me,” he said.

“Well, there was one point when I heard Nicky hollering for his mom. It’s when Lucas was outside in the pool and I was in the bedroom with Margot, telling her she had to get herself together, that her son was calling for her.”

“Yes, yes?” he said, his voice pleading to hear, and not wanting to hear.

“She was too into the blow. I couldn’t get through to her. Then I heard Lucas come from the pool. I heard him coming up the stairs. I heard him walk down the hall to Nicky’s room. I peeked out and saw him, wearing only the Speedo, open Nicky’s door and go in and close it behind him.”

“Oh, god!” Ali said. And then he began murmuring in Arabic. Jasmine guessed it was a Muslim prayer. After a few seconds he stopped.

“I’m not saying anything terrible happened in there, Ali,” Jasmine said. “But he was in there for quite a while. Maybe ten minutes. Maybe longer. When he came out, Nicky wasn’t yelling anymore.”

“Then you did what? ” Ali demanded.

And there was no doubt about it. This was pure rage. He was scaring her. She said, “Ali, I did what I could! When that man went into Margot’s bathroom, I ran down the hall to Nicky’s room and I opened the door and looked in.”

“He is okay?” Ali said. “Please, Jasmine. My Nicky is okay?”

“The room was dark and he was under the covers, crying. I said his name but he wouldn’t come out from under the covers. He knows me, but he wouldn’t come out. Then I had to leave him because Lucas was out of the bathroom, asking Margot where I went. I ran back into the bedroom and said good night to both of them and came here as fast as I could.”

Ali’s fists were clenched so tightly the knuckles were white as bone. He began to rise from his chair, and if he had been looking directly at her, she would have run for the door in fright. He said, “Thank you, Jasmine.”

“Are you going there, Ali?” she said. “Oh, I’m afraid. It could be dangerous for you!”

“And for Nicky,” he said quietly.

Jasmine stood and said, “Are you taking your bouncer with you? You could, but it might trigger a confrontation.”

“Thank you,” Ali said, walking stiff-legged toward the door. “I must go there in peace. Alone. I shall only demand to see my son. If they do violence on me, I shall have a reason to call the police.”

“Wait!” she shouted, and it caused him to stop. “You can’t go there like that. Take your gun with you.”

Ali said, “I do not threaten nobody. I shall take my son away. Nobody is going to stop me.”

“But, Ali!” Jasmine said frantically. “You can’t do it unarmed! That man is big and creepy and young. He won’t let you take Nicky. He’ll hurt you bad. Maybe Nicky too. Maybe you won’t even be able to call the police. Then what? Take the gun as protection for both of you. Just in case of emergency!”

Ali stood motionless, then returned to his desk and unlocked a lower drawer and, removing a.32 caliber, semiautomatic pistol, put it inside the waistband of his trousers. And then Ali Aziz did the most amazing thing that Jasmine had ever seen him do. He walked out the door, leaving her in the office with the desktop stacked with money. She went to the door and spoke to him as he was walking down the passageway.

She said, “I had a feeling it would come to this if I told you everything, Ali. So when I went out Margot’s front door, I took off the knob lock. And they were both too ripped to have set the burglar alarm. You can just walk in, Ali. But for god’s sake, be careful!”

He never turned around but said, “Thank you, Jasmine. You are a good girl.”

When she was sure Ali was gone, Jasmine ran back inside his office and scooped all of the money from the desktop into her purse.

IT HAD BEEN an uneventful night for 6-X-66, but that was okay with them. Lately, they’d had enough of what Hollywood cops called Star Wars Nights to last awhile. The pursuit of an ice-cream truck ending up as a shooting in the Hollywood cemetery, along with the Somalian woman who’d been painted white, had practically given them carpal tunnel by the time they got through writing all of the reports.

They’d just handled a call that had taken them out of their area and into the Hollywood Hills. It hadn’t amounted to much, only a jittery resident worrying about a parked car on Laurel Canyon Boulevard that turned out to belong to a neighbor’s nephew visiting from Montana. Gert Von Braun and Doomsday Dan Applewhite were on their way down the canyon, Gert driving, when they saw a Jaguar make a hard right turn onto the lovely tree-lined road leading up to Mt. Olympus.