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The opposite wall was made up entirely of closets. The mirrored bifold doors were open, all eight of them, and O’Mara’s clothes were strewn everywhere. What happened here? How long ago?
Shoes were scattered against the baseboards under black scuff marks where they’d been hurled at the walls.
Cosmetics had been swept off the dresser, and a perfume bottle was lying broken on the hardwood floor.
Inside the bathroom, a cordless phone had been hammered against the green marble counter, splintered into plastic shards and colored wire.
That explained the busy signal.
Had Maureen gotten a phone call she didn’t like?
My radio sputtered at my hip, Dispatch with a report from a squad car.
The patrol unit had been going north on the 101 when it spotted Garza’s Mercedes heading in the opposite direction. The cruiser had crossed the nearest break in the divider, tried to follow, but had lost him.
This much we knew: only minutes ago, Garza’s Mercedes was pointed toward the airport.
Chapter 129
DENNIS GARZA GRIPPED the steering wheel, stared at the center line as the dull highway scenery blew past his windshield.
His mouth was hanging half open, and his reflexes were dull. He knew he was in some kind of shock, but the outrage was tangible, just below the feelings of vertigo and disbelief.
What had happened today still made no sense to him.
He’d woken up feeling fantastic. Then the day had taken a one-hundred-eighty-degree header straight to hell.
Fucking Maureen.
She’d known from the start that after the trial, he was going to take his share and leave the country.
She was supposed to stay in San Francisco, bank her millions, become the hottest litigator in town.
That was her dream, wasn’t it?
When had she gone off track? Why had she changed her mind?
It had been a memorable affair and an elegant heist. No doubt about that. They’d both come out huge winners. Wasn’t that enough?
Why couldn’t she leave perfect alone?
“I didn’t do it for the money,” she’d told him this morning, her voice swimming in tears. “The money is nothing. I did it for you, Dennis. I did it because I loved doing this with you.”
He would have shaken his head in disgust, but he was feeling queasy again.
He clenched the steering wheel. Then he touched the loose teeth in his lower jaw with his tongue, felt his whole head throbbing.
A wave of images flooded back. Unbelievable. Unthinkable.
First, the shouting match with Maureen. Then the sickening events that followed. He could still hear the terrible screams. See the torrents of blood all over fucking everything, until finally the screaming had stopped.
Garza wrenched himself back into the present. He had to keep a grip on himself. Forget what had just happened and get the hell away from San Francisco.
Staying within the speed limit, Garza took the exit at South Airport Road. He followed the green overhead signs to the Park ’n’ Fly long-term lot.
His hand was shaking as he collected his ticket from the machine and parked the car along the Cyclone fence on the west side of the ugly, dust-blown lot between two dirty American cars.
Good-bye to all this. Good-bye, USA.
