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“Anyone come talk to you?”
“They will,” he said, close enough that I could see his bushy gray brows beneath the hood. “Crime scene abuts my property.”
“But you have nothing to worry about, right?”
“You mean did I kill them?”
“Crime scene abuts your property.”
“I was at work with several people on my management team until after midnight, got here around one, looked down on the beach, saw the flashlight, used the binoculars, called you,” Wilkerson said.
“I’ll take a look,” I said.
“Unless it’s dire, tell me about it all in the morning, would you? I’m exhausted.”
“Absolutely, Sherman,” I said, shook his hand. “And one of my people is coming in behind me, in case you have the driveway alert on.”
He nodded. I headed to the staircase to the beach, watched Wilkerson go into his house and turn on a light, saw moving boxes piled everywhere.
Either poor Sherman was leaving soon, or he’d never really arrived.
Chapter 3
MY CELL RANG when I was just shy of the yellow tape.
It was Carl Mentone. Also known as the Kid, a twenty-something hipster, tech geek, and surveillance specialist I hired last year in one of my smarter moves.
“You here already?” I asked.
“Up on Wilkerson’s terrace,” the Kid replied. “Eagle’s perspective.”
“Shoot what you can in this slop. Record what I’m transmitting.”
“Smooth on both counts, Jacky-boy. I’ve got a lens hood, no need for infrared with the lights, and I’m already getting a feed from your camera to the hard drive.”
“Don’t call me Jacky-boy,” I said, clicked the phone, saw a sheriff’s deputy coming to the tape, and shifted the pen clipped to my breast pocket. The Kid and I now saw the same things.
“We’re asking people to stay away,” the deputy said.
I showed him my badge. “Jack Morgan. Who’s commanding?”
The deputy got lippy. “You may have clout over at LAPD, but …”
I spotted an old friend moving out from under the tarps, called, “Harry?”
Captain Harry Thomas ran the sheriff’s homicide unit. I’d known him since I was a young teenager. Sixty-two now, the homicide commander had been a friend of my father’s, back before my dear old dad crossed the line, bilked clients, and ended up dying in prison. There was a time, when the old man was going downhill, and before I joined the marines, when Harry Thomas was one of the few people who seemed to care what happened to me.
Harry’s craggy face broke into a grin when he saw me. ?
?Jack? What the hell brings Private out here in the middle of a storm?”
Ducking the rope past the miffed deputy, I said, “Four dead bodies burning in a fire, and my client owns the house right above us.”
“Public beach,” Harry said, glanced at Wilkerson’s home. “Thin reason to be inside my crime scene, unless your client wants to confess?”
“He’s clean. But now that I’ve had to leave my incredibly lovely date in the lurch and I’m all the way here, I’m curious. Can I take a look?”
Harry hesitated, said, “No funny business, Jack.”
