Jonathan Kellerman - Flesh And Blood

Phil Harnsberger’s party had taken place four years ago in November. The next day Lauren had come to my office, talked about her father remarrying. No mention of her half sisters, but soon after she’d come to meet them.

Moving around to the front of the La-Z-Boy, Teague sat down on the edge. The chair rocked, and he stilled the movement by bracing his feet. “Go ahead, sit, there’s no fleas.”

We settled on the plaid couch.

“Four years ago,” said Milo. “Did she visit again?”

“Not till a year ago,” said Teague. “Christmas again, same damn thing. She just showed up with presents. We were in the middle of putting up the tree. Presents for the kids, not me and Patricia. She made that clear. Patricia never did a thing to her, so I don’t know what she had against her, but she wouldn’t give her the time of day, just blanked her out like she didn’t exist. She brought armloads of shit – toys, candy, you name it. Walked right past me and Patricia and headed for the girls. I could’ve kicked her out, but what the hell, it was Christmas. The girls didn’t know who the hell she was, but they loved those toys and candy. Patricia offered her a piece of pie, she said no, thanks, I went to get a beer, and when I came back, she was gone.”

“Any other visits?”

“No – wait, yeah. Once more, a few months after… Easter. Same thing, toys, crapola for the kids. These huge chocolate bunnies and some kids’ dresses from an expensive place in Beverly Hills – some French shit.”

“No contact since last Easter?”

“Nope.” Teague scowled. “Both times she turned the kids hyper, it took days to settle them down.” Looking to me for confirmation.

I said, “Overstimulation.”

His good eye winked. “Hey, that’s a good one.”

Milo said, “During those three visits, did she talk to you at all, tell you what she was up to?”

“Nah, just a fuck-you look, where are the kids, walk right past me, dump the gifts, good-bye.”

“Nothing about her life? Not a single detail?”

“She bragged, some,” said Teague.

“About what?”

“College plans. Having money. She was dressed expensive, especially the last time – Easter. Fancy suit, fancy shoes. I had my theories about where she was getting money, but I kept my mouth shut. Why start up?”

“What kind of theories, sir?”

“You know.”

Milo shrugged, gave an innocent look.

Teague eyed him skeptically. “You’ve gotta know – the wild life.”

“Illegal activities?”

“Whoring,” said Teague. “She got in trouble for that a few years back. You don’t know about it, huh?”

“The investigation has just begun.”

“Well, start by checking your own goddamn records. Lauren got busted for hooking when she was nineteen. Reno, Nevada. Got her ass thrown in jail with no money on her, called me to make her bail – no hide or hair of her for years, and she calls me . Then nothing for a couple of years till that Christmas, and all of a sudden she’s a big shot and I’m shit.”

Making no mention of the arrest as one of Gretchen Stengel’s girls. The Westside Madam’s name had hit the news big-time, but none of her call girls had been exposed. Nor had the clients.

Milo scrawled in his pad. “So there was another contact before the Christmas visit.”

“I wasn’t counting phone calls,” said Teague.

“Any other calls?”

“Nope.”

“Did you send her bail money?”

“No way. I said forget it, you made your own bed, now sleep in it. She cussed me out and hung up.”

Teague snorted. “She tried to bullshit me, told me the whole thing had been a mistake, she’d been working at one of the casinos, escorting rich guys, nothing illegal, the cops had ‘overreacted.’ She said she just got caught with no cash on her, all she needed to do was get home to her credit cards, she’d fix it if I’d float her the dough. Credit cards – letting me know she was living the high life and here I was stuck, recuperating.”

“You were sick?” said Milo.

Teague touched the scar clump. “I used to have my own electrical business, was doing a job out in Calabasas. Someone fucked up, I ended up duking it out with a mass of rebar. I was in a coma for a week, had double vision for months. I still get headaches.” Glancing at the beer cans. “I sued, tied myself up for years, the lawyers took most of it. Then she tells me she’s pregnant.” Cocking his head toward the bedroom. “I was on painkillers, halfway groggy most of the time, and Lauren calling out of nowhere, whining about the police overreacting .”

Defiance spiked his voice. Even in death Lauren pushed his buttons.

“How’d she make her bail?” said Milo.

“How should I know?” Teague shook his head, picked something out of his beard. “I could’ve thrown her out the first Christmas, but I wanted to be decent. She might not’ve considered herself my daughter. But I was too mature to let that get to me.”

“She said she didn’t consider herself your daughter?”

Teague laughed. “That’s just one of the things she unloaded on me. Big truckload of shit, and I just sat there, being cool. That’s the way I always was with her – when she was a kid. She’d open up a big mouth and I’d just shine her on.”

Long silence.

Teague said, “Lauren and I, we never – She was always a handful. From day one she always tried to make me feel… like an idiot. Everything I said and did was insensitive. And stupid.” He placed his palm over his heart. “Lauren was – Sometimes there’re people you just can’t get along with, no matter what the hell you do. I was hoping maybe one day she’d grow up, understand, maybe she’d start being… polite.”

He shook his head. Moisture in his eyes, for the first time. “Least I got two others… They love me, those two. No shit outta their mouths – You really have no idea who did it?”

“Not yet,” said Milo. “Why?”

“No why. I was just thinking it couldn’t be any big mystery. Look for a low life, pal. ’Cause Lauren chose a low-life lifestyle. Fancy clothes and all. Last time she was here, bragging about enrolling in college, I had my doubts.”

“About what?”

“About her being a student. I figured it was another one of her cons.” To me: “She lied since she got out of diapers – whether you saw it or not, that’s the truth. When she was four, five years old she’d point to red, tell you it was blue, just about convince you. To me, she didn’t look like a student, never seen a student dress like that, flash all that jewelry.”

“Expensive stuff,” said Milo.

“To my eye, but what the hell do I know – I don’t shop on Rodeo. Her mother liked all that crap too, used to lean hard on my checkbook. I had a good business back then, but who wants to blow it on that crap?” He pitched forward. Smiled. “She married an old guy. My ex. Senile old bag of shit. She’s soaking him for his dough, waiting for him to croak – Did you tell her about Lauren yet?”

“Just came from her place, sir.”

Teague’s smile died. Suspicion slitted his eyes. “She probably told you I was an asshole.”

“We didn’t discuss you,” said Milo. “Only Lauren. And by the way, Lauren was enrolled at the U.”

“Yeah? Well, look where that got her.” Teague sat back in the recliner. The footrest shot out, and he stretched his legs. The soles of his feet were black and callused. He breathed in, let the air out. Beneath his rib cage his belly swelled. “I know you think I’m an asshole. ’Cause I’m not faking out that everything was cool between me and Lauren. But at least I’m honest. Okay, so Lauren was in school. But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t still hanging around with low lifes. You won’t hear that from my ex – she’s living in a dreamworld, Lauren was some angel – How’d she take it?”