Jonathan Kellerman - Bones

Ten minutes into the film, the phone rang. I ignored it, drew Robin closer. Seconds later, the clanging resumed. I put Cary Grant on pause.

Milo said, “You free tomorrow at ten, right? Selena’s mom is due.”

“Sure.”

“Everything okay?”

“Absolutely.”

“I interrupt something?”

“High intrigue featuring gorgeous people.”

“A movie,” he said.

“Ace detective.”

“Sure ain’t real life. Go back to Cinema Dreams. I’ll tell you about the bones tomorrow.”

“What about the bones?”

“Hey, far be it from me to take you away from Robin and Doggie and fictitious gorgeous people.”

“What?”

“Dr. Hargrove got a quicker fix than she thought. All three of the submerged victims are complete skeletons, minus the right hand. Jane Doe Number Two is also a black female, same age range as Jane One with the broken leg, also probable strangulation. From the length of her femurs, at least five seven, and strain marks indicate she was probably significantly overweight. Hargrove is guessing burial for maybe half a year, but she won’t commit. Number Three’s a white female, older than the others-closer to fifty, average size, another broken hyoid, nothing much in the way of distinguishing marks. Could be the same TOD as Jane Two, or longer, hard to say. The other tidbit is San Diego PD has a missing black female named Sheralyn Dawkins. Twenty-nine years old, arrests for solicitation and dope, and she broke her leg in a car crash five years ago and limped.”

“Hundred and twenty miles away,” I said. “Our boy’s a traveler?”

“Just what I need. I told Reed to find family, drive down, and notify. Give him a sense of accomplishment, boy’s got low self-esteem, no?”

“He have any luck with the Vanders’ accountants?”

“Not a lick. Global Investments referred him to Vander’s lawyer where he got shunted to a secretary. Who sent him to her secretary. Who put him on hold, then informed him she’d get back to him. No nasty stuff on Travis Huck or Silford Duboff, either. And no links show up between the two of them.”

I said, “The thrilling world of sleuthing.”

“Let’s see what Reed learns from Sheralyn Dawkins’s family. Maybe she moved to L.A. and we can establish some kind of connection to someone.”

“If she did move, here’s something to consider: The marsh isn’t that far from the airport, and the area around LAX is full of streetwalkers.”

“Hmm… I like that. Okay, go back to your movie,” he said. “Which one?”

“Charade.”

“Cavorting in Paris and snappy dialogue. If only crime were that much fun.”

“Want to borrow it when we’re through?”

“Nah,” he said. “Right now I can’t afford fantasy.”

I arrived on time for the meeting with Selena Bass’s mother. The civilian clerk told me, “They already started. Room D, upstairs.”

The door was unlocked. The A.C. blasted. Milo sat opposite Emily Green-Bass. His tie was knotted neatly and his face was soft. I’ve seen him practice in front of a mirror before meeting with grief-stricken relatives. Loosening his muscles. Keeping the wolf-glare out of his eyes.

Emily Green-Bass’s white hair was now long and French-braided. She wore a black mock turtle over a long gray skirt, and black suede flats. Jewelry dealer, but no baubles. Her features were laser-cut, too sharp for beautiful. A handsome woman during good times. Now she was icy statuary.

Two bulky men in their thirties sat at the side of the table. The older one wore a yellow golf shirt, brown slacks, deck shoes. Reddish blond hair was side-parted executive-style. Close-shaved, bullnecked, three-martini nose.

The younger one was darker, just as husky but with a bonier face. He wore a faded gray David Lynch Rules sweatshirt, wrinkled cargo pants, high lace-up boots. Wavy brown hair hung to his shoulders. A triangular soul patch was white-blond. A chromium chain drooped from a rear pocket, and when he turned to me it jangled.

Milo introduced me. “These are Selena’s mom and brothers, Dr. Delaware.”

Emily Green-Bass held out a long, white hand that felt as if it had just left the freezer. I encased it briefly with both of mine and her gray eyes got wet.

Polo Shirt said, “Chris Green.”

Soul Patch muttered, “Marc.”

“We were just going over Selena’s life in L.A. Marc had some contact with Selena after she moved here.”

“She visited me in Oakland,” said Marc. “Said she was doing fine. She e-mailed the same thing to Mom.”

Emily Green-Bass hadn’t taken her eyes off me. “I’m glad a psychologist is here. What happened has got to be psychotic. There hasn’t been anything extreme in Selena’s life. Not for a long time.”

Marc Green said, “There never was. It was basic adolescent crap.”

“If you say so, Marcus.” Wan smile. “It sure didn’t seem that way when I had to contend with it.”

Marc’s shoulders rose and fell. His chain jangled and he reached behind to quiet it. “I did the same crap and so did Chris. Only difference is we were better at covering up.”

Looking to his brother for confirmation.

Chris said, “Uh-huh.”

“Unfortunately for Selena, ” Marc went on, “she had a compulsion to confess everything. Right?”

Chris smiled sadly. “Like a Catholic thing. Except we’re not Catholic.”

“First she’d try out the script on us,” said Marc. “ ‘I smoked a joint.’ ‘I watched an X movie on cable.’ ‘I lied about where I was to Mom.’ We’re like, don’t tell us, stupid. And for sure don’t tell Mom. So of course she did.”

Emily Green-Bass began crying.

Milo said, “Typical teenage stuff.”

Marc Green said, “This is a waste of time.”

Chris said, “She was into the whole music thing.”

“So what!”

“Chill, Marc. I want them to have all the facts-”

“The facts are she was in the wrong place, wrong time, ran into Ted Bundy’s reincarnation.”

No one spoke.

Marc Green said, “This may be news to all concerned but being into the whole music thing doesn’t make her a freak. Her basic mind-set was conventional. When she met some of the people I have to hang with, she thought they were weird.”

Milo said, “Which people are those?”

Marc said, “From work.”

“Which is where?”

“That relevant?”

His mother said, “Marcus, he’s trying to help.”

“Good for him.” To Milo: “I work wherever they pay me.”

Emily Green-Bass said, “Marc has a degree in acoustical engineering.”

“I do sound recording and amplification, mostly concerts and indie films. And as long as we’re doing the official family bio thing, Big Bro Chris works for Starbucks. That’s an obscure coffee company in Seattle.”

Chris said, “Marketing and distribution.”

I said, “When did Selena visit you, Marc?”

“A year ago and maybe six months after that. The first time, I was working on a picture and she trailed along. That’s when she told me the people I hung with were bizarre. Which was true of that particular crew, I guess. Half the dialogue was in Italian, the rest was pantomime-some sort of tribute to Pasolini but nobody actually knew Italian.”

His brother said, “And the Oscar goes to.”

“Hey, we can’t all ride the caffeine train.”

Milo said, “Selena’s second visit… ”

“Was when I asked her up for the weekend so I could introduce her to Cleo-then my lover, now my wife. We just had our first baby. Which is why I should be home. Can we move this along?”