Jonathan Kellerman: Twisted

Petra kept grinning.

“No,” he said. “It was luck, that’s all.”

“Then you’re a lucky guy,” she said. “And I thank you for that.”

“I should thank you. For teaching me so much.”

“My pleasure, Dr. Gomez.”

“One more thing…”

“The gun,” she said.

“I- ”

“It’s been logged into evidence as a legally registered firearm, Isaac. Registered to you last January, you even merited a concealed-weapon permit. Because of your law enforcement activities combined with living in a high-crime area. As things turned out, that was a good call, wasn’t it?”

Silence.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Sure,” she said. “Now go have some fun.”

FRIDAY, JULY 5, 8:04 P.M., LEONARD’S STEAK HOUSE, EIGHTH STREET AND ALBANY, JUST WEST OF DOWNTOWN L.A.

Isaac cut into his hangar steak. Big as a baseball mitt. Soft as a doughnut.

“Like it?” said Heather. She’d made unbelievable headway with her T-bone and sirloin tip combo. How could a girl that small pack away so much prime beef?

“It’s great,” he told her. Meaning it.

“I love this place,” she said. “Partly because of the food, but also because of all these memories I have. Back when my dad was with the sheriff’s, and he had to be in court late, he’d take us here. Rather than battle the traffic back to Brea, Mom and Gary and I would meet him and we’d have a huge meal. It was kind of like Sunday during the week.”

She patted her mouth with a corner of snow-white napkin. Pretty mouth. Bow-shaped, and some of her lip gloss remained. The scratches on her smooth, olive cheek were healing nicely. She’d concealed the dark marks with makeup. Did a lot better than he had with his bruise.

“My family doesn’t eat out.” Why had he said that?

Heather said, “A lot of families don’t. Actually, we don’t very often. That makes it more special, don’t you think?” She rubbed a corner of a linen napkin between tapered fingers. “I love the feel of this.”

He smiled. She smiled back and they both ate. Drank wine. Red wine; a six-year-old California cabernet way past his budget. He’d faked out choosing from the five-page wine list, knowing that red went with beef but not much more than that. Pretending to contemplate, he’d finally jabbed randomly and hoped for the best.

Then the whole sniffing, swirling routine, the way he’d seen it done in movies.

Gomez. James Gomez.

Agent Double 0 Phony.

“Fine,” he’d told the sommelier.

“Very good, sir.”

Heather took one sip and said, “Oh, man, this is fantastic. You know your wine.”

He’d visited her twice in the hospital, but this was their first date. Spur-of-the-moment thing, after the ceremony on the front steps of City Hall.

She’d occupied his thoughts from the first time he saw her.

The ceremony had turned out to be Councilman Gilbert Reyes, a couple of flunkies, the media, Isaac, and his family.

His parents beaming and his brothers squirming as he accepted the calligraphy-laden official commendation on mock-parchment, then made a cursory speech. All those microphones jammed in his face, cameras clicking and whirring.

He hated every minute of it. Longed for the solitude of the library, his laptop and books and the opera of deduction. Not Klara in his lap, she was too much for him, way too much, but he would work at keeping her friendship.

He got through the ordeal, shaking hands and smiling and waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Then Heather came up to him- where had she been? Before he could ask her, Councilman Gilbert Reyes spotted her and had her pose for stills, sandwiched between himself and Isaac.

Later, Isaac found out she’d wanted to be present for the whole thing but had arrived late because of traffic.

“I heard your entire speech, though,” she assured him. “And the ceremony was on KFWB. Daddy always listens to news and talk radio- oh, here he is.”

A big square truck of a man stepped out from behind the departing media hounds. White hair and mustache, outdoor skin. Iron grip. Then a small, slender, vivacious woman, young-looking for her age, who Heather resembled strikingly.

Heather would age well.

Nancy and Robert Salcido thanked him, then turned to converse in Spanish with Irma and Isaiah Gomez Sr.

Somehow, Isaac and Heather drifted away from the crowd, over to a shady spot just north of the steps. Somehow, she got him talking about himself.

“A Ph.D. and an M.D.,” she said. “That’s ambitious- that’s unbelievable! Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been thinking of med school, too. My grades were good and my adviser thought I should apply. But all those years seemed daunting. I thought the R.N. would be enough for me, but now I’m not sure.”

“You should go for it,” he said.

“Think so?”

“Sure, you can do it.” As if he knew what he was talking about.

“Well,” she said, “thanks for the vote of confidence. I don’t know. Maybe I will… well, it was nice seeing you again.”

“It doesn’t have to end.”

She gave a puzzled look that made his heart sink. Then a smile that inflated the damned hunk of cardiac muscle.

“As in lunch,” he said. “As in now.”

Smooooth… stupid!

“Now? Okay. I’ll tell my parents. They were figuring to go out as a family, but I like your idea better.”

At a loss for a restaurant, phony cool guy that he was, he was grateful when she came up with Leonard’s. Despite the fact that it would empty his wallet. Reyes had intimated some kind of reward would be forthcoming. Maybe true, maybe not. What the heck, live dangerously.

Now he watched Heather slice pink meat off the bone, chew, swallow. Everything she did was adorable.

She said, “What?”

“Pardon?”

“You got really quiet, Isaac.”

“I’m just enjoying myself,” he said. “The peace and quiet.”

“Of course,” she said, reaching over and placing her hand atop his.

He felt his skin go hot.

She said, “Life’s so funny, you know? You plan and scheme and then, out of nowhere, something happens.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“Oh, no,” she said, squeezing his fingers. Smiling. “I wasn’t talking about that. ”

Jonathan Kellerman is one of the world's most popular authors. He has brought his expertise as a child psychologist to numerous bestselling tales of suspense (which have been translated into two dozen languages), including thirteen previous Alex Delaware novels; The Butcher's Theater, a story of serial killing in Jerusalem; and Billy Straight, featuring Hollywood homicide detective Petra Connor. His new novel, Flesh and Blood, will be published in hardcover in fall 2001. He is also the author of numerous essays, short stories, and scientific articles, two children's books, and three volumes of psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children. He and his wife, the novelist Faye Kellerman, have four children.