Devil’s Waltz. By: Jonathan Kellerman

PLAYGROUND. Milo pulled three different driver’s licenses out of the

fold.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? Sobran comma Karl with a K,

Sebring comma Carl with a C, and. . . Ramsey comma Clark Edward.

Which one’s real, turkey, or are you suffering from multiple

personality syndrome?”

The man said nothing.

Milo nudged one of the black shoes with a toe.

“Good old prison clurnpers. County or state?”

No answer.

“You need new heels, genius.”

The man’s back muscles moved under his shirt.

Milo turned to me. “Find a phone and call the Devonshire substation.

Tell them we’ve got a suspect on a Central Division homicide and give

them Dawn Herbert’s full name.”‘ The man on the ground said,

“Bullshit.” His voice was deep and muddy.

One of the young students came out onto the stairs. Twenty or

twenty-one, short blond pageboy, sleeveless white dress, Mary Pickford

face.

She said, “Kristie’s pretty upset,” in a very timid voice.

“Tell her I’ll be with her in a minute,” said Milo.

“Um. . . sure. What did Karl do?”

“Sloppy homework,” said Milo.

The man on the ground growled and the girl looked startled.

Milo kept his knee on the man’s back and said, “Shut up.”

The blond girl gripped the doorjamb.

Softening his voice, Milo said, “It’s okay-nothing to worry about.

Just go inside and wait.”

“This isn’t some kind of experiment or anything, is it?”

“Experiment?”

A role-play. You know? Professor Jones likes to use them to raise our

awareness.”

“Bet he does. No, miss, this is real. Sociology in action. Take a

good look-it’ll be on the final.”

The envelope arrived by messenger at 7:00 P.M just before Robin got

home. I put it aside and tried to have a normal evening with her.

After she went to sleep, I took it to the library. Turned on all the

lights and read.

TRANSCRIPT OF INTERROGATION DR#I02 789793

DR# 64-458990

DR# 135-935827

PLACE: L.A.C. JAIL, BLOCK: HIGH-POWER T/DATE: eli18~,~:~oP~.

SUSPECT: JONES, CHARLES LYMAN III, MW 6’ 3″, BRO, BLU AGE: 38

DEF ArTOR~E~: TOKARIK, ANTHONY M ESQ.

lAPD: MILO B. STURGis #15994, WLA (SPEC. ASSIGNMENT) STEPHEN MARTINEZ,

#26782, DEVSHR.

DET. STURGtS: This is video-audiotape session number two with Suspect

Charles Lyman Jones the Third. Suspect was informed of his rights at

the time of arrest for attempted murder. Miranda warning was repeated

and taped at a previous session, eleven A.M. June 1, 1989, and

transcribed on that day at two P.M. Said session was terminated on

advice of suspect’s counsel, Mr. Anthony Tokarik, Esquire. This

session represents resumption of interview at request of Mr. Tokarik.

Do I need to re-Mirandize him, Counselor, or does that second warning

hold for this session?

MR. TOKARIK: It will hold, unless Professor Jones requests

re-Mirandization. Do you want to be warned again, Chip?

MR. JONES: No. let’s get on with this.

MR. TOKARIK: Go ahead.

DET. STURGIS: Evening, Chip.

MR. TOKARIK: I’d prefer that you address my client respectfully,

Detective.

DET. SrvRG~S: Professor be okay?

MR. TOKA~I~: Yes. However, if that’s too difficult for you, “Mr.

Jones” would suffice.

DET. STURGIS: You just called him Chip.

MR. TOKARIK: I’m his lawyer.

DET. STURGIS: Uh-huh. .. okay. . . sure. Hey, I’d even call him

“Doctor,” but he never finished his Ph. D did you, Chip Mr. Jones?

What’s that? Can’t hear you.

MR. JONES: (unintelligible) make it.

MR. TOKARIK: Hold on, Detective. Unless the tone of this interview

changes, I’m going to call a halt to it immediately.

DET. S’rURGIS: Suit yourself-your loss. I just thought you guys might

want to hear some of the evidence we’ve compiled against old Chip,

here. Scuse me Mister Jones.

MR. TOKARIK: I can get anything you have from the district attorney

under the rules of recovery, Detective.

DET. STURGIS: Time. Then wait till the trial. let’s go, Steve.

DET. MARTINEZ: Sure.

MR. JONES: Hold on. (unintelligible) MR. TOKARiK: Wait, Chip.

(unintelligible) I’d like to confer with my client privately, if you

don’t mind.

DET. STURGIS: If it doesn’t take too long.

DET. SrvRGIS: Got to speak up, Mr. Jones. Grunts don’t

ll1peoil:~:~~P~.

Tape on: 7:51 P.M. MR. TOKARIK: Go ahead, show us what you’ve got.

DET. STURGIS: Yeah, sure, but is Mr. Jones going 10 be answering

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