Robert Crais - The Watchman

Cole tipped his head toward the block behind them.

“See the fence with the concertina wire? They use a night guy, but he didn’t see anything. Says he didn’t even know an accident happened until the feds came around.”

Pike raised his eyebrows at that, and Cole nodded.

“Yeah. Your feds have been grinding this thing. I asked about security cams, too, thinking we might luck into a street angle off one of these parking lots, but that was another goose egg. Couple of inside cameras, but nobody runs a camera showing the street.”

The girl said, “You just knocked on their doors and asked?”

“Sure. That’s what investigators do.”

“Dressed like that ?”

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

Pike said, “Did you get the accident report?”

“Yeah-”

Cole pulled folded papers from his cargo shorts and used them to point at the street.

“The accident occurred here at the mouth of the alley. Ms. Barkley was proceeding up the street toward us-”

Cole pointed in the opposite direction.

“-heading for home, which is three blocks farther down.”

Cole glanced at Larkin-

“Nice building, by the way. Nicely done.”

– then opened the papers to show a sketch drawn by the accident investigator on the night of the accident. A rectangle showed the position of Larkin’s car, along with lines illustrating the relevant skid marks, and measurements. Pike had drawn several such sketches during his boot year as a patrol officer. One set of skids was labeled ASTON MARTIN. A shorter set was labeled UNKNOWN.

Larkin moved closer to see.

“What is this?”

“I had a friend sneak me a copy of the accident report. I wanted to see what happened.”

“I told you what happened.”

“I know, but I wanted to see the report. Accident like this, the officers list witnesses.”

Pike said, “They find someone?”

“That would be way too easy. No one was found at the scene except Ms. Barkley.”

Cole turned back toward the alley and went on with his report.

“The alley continues through to the next street. The building here on the right is abandoned. Doors on the front, back, and sides are chained, and you can tell from the dust and rust they haven’t been opened in years. The other building here is set up as a factory. They make ceramic knickknacks and souvenirs. Considering that one building is empty and the other is filled with replicas of the Hollywood Bowl, it’s a pretty good bet the Kings weren’t down here for a sex party.”

Larkin said, “I told you. They were backing out.”

Cole raised his eyebrows at her.

“Yeah, but why here and why then? We know why you were here. You were going home. Why were they here?”

The girl said, “I don’t know.”

“That was rhetorical.”

Pike studied the position of the cars in the sketch, and pictured the girl’s Aston Martin sideways in the street. She had slammed into the Mercedes on the driver’s side behind the rear wheel as it backed into the street. The force of the impact kicked the Mercedes a quarter turn counterclockwise, and her car had spun to a rest, pointing toward the Mercedes, one headlight smashed but the other illuminating the scene. The police sketch matched everything the girl had described. She had gotten out of her car to help, then returned to her car for her phone. The Kings drove away. Meesh left the scene on foot.

Pike said, “Which way did Meesh go?”

The girl stepped between them as if something was waiting for her and pointed up the street.

“That way. He ran up the middle of the street. The Mercedes went the other way.”

Cole stepped into the street for a better look.

“Did you see him turn off?”

“I wasn’t looking.”

“That time of night, all these cars would be gone, and it’s pretty well lit. Maybe he ducked into a building.”

“I don’t know. I had 911 on the phone. The Mercedes was gone. I was writing their license number on my arm and talking to the 911.”

Cole shrugged at Pike.

“There’s nothing down here, man. I walked eight blocks in each direction, all the way to the bridges. Two blocks east is the river, but I covered those streets, too, then three blocks to the west. The people I talked to say this area is abandoned, that time of night. There aren’t any gas stations-I couldn’t even find a pay phone. It’s nothing but commercial space and construction sites except for three or four loft conversions like Larkin’s. I’ll talk to them.”

Pike grunted, ready to let Cole get on with it. Pike wanted to keep moving, but something Cole said was bothering him.

…That time of night, all these cars would be gone, and it’s pretty well lit…

Pike looked back at the crowd of workers and the catering van, then at the cars lining both sides of the street. He opened the accident report again and studied the skid marks.

“Was the Mercedes backing out when you hit it or was it stopped?”

The girl shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

Cole frowned at her because now he was thinking about it, too.

“You told the police they backed out.”

“I don’t know what I told the police. I can’t even remember talking to them. Why does it matter?”

Cole said, “If they were parked, then what were they doing? Were they looking at something or someone in the alley? Had they just gotten into the car or were they getting out? You see how one thing leads to another?”

Pike glanced back at the street and realized what was bothering him. It didn’t have anything to do with why or why not Meesh and the Kings were here.

He said, “With the street empty, your sight line was clear. You hit them, which means they were in front of you. Seems like you would have seen them.”

Larkin widened her stance, revealing a tension in her shoulders.

“I’m not lying.”

The skid marks bore out her version of the accident, but Pike wondered why she hadn’t been able to avoid the collision. He thought she had probably been drunk or high, so he flipped to that page in the report. Nope. The tests had come back clean.

“Not saying that. Just trying to figure it out.”

“Well, it sounds like you’re accusing me. I can’t help I didn’t see them. Maybe they backed out really fast. Maybe I was looking at the radio. How much longer are we going to stay here? I’m scared and I don’t like it.”

Pike glanced at Cole and Cole shrugged.

“I have everything I need from here to go forward. I can take her back.”

Larkin squinted at Cole, still tense with irritation.

“Was there something here I missed?”

Pike said, “He’s taking you back to the house. He’ll stay with you until I get back.”

Pike started back to the Lexus, but the girl followed him.

“And when was all this decided?”

Pike didn’t answer. He didn’t see why it was necessary.

“You can’t come with me. You’ll be safer at the house.”

“I don’t want to stay with him. He’ll rape me as soon as you’re gone.”

Cole said, “In your dreams.”

She ignored him, staying with Pike.

“Listen to me, you-you’re being paid to protect me. You’re working for me . My father won’t like you dumping me off with the B-team.”

Cole spread his arms.

“B-team?”

Pike got into the Lexus, but Larkin stepped inside the door so he couldn’t close it. Her face seemed as brittle as a ceramic mask, and Pike suddenly remembered how she had looked up in the desert when she was unloading on her father. Only now she didn’t seem so much angry as betrayed.

Pike gentled his voice.

“I’m sorry if I should have discussed it with you. I didn’t think it would be an issue.”