She’d arrived at the restaurant looking strained— more tense than I’d ever seen her—and each of my questions seemed to yank her psyche’s drawstring tighter. Before she left, she warned off further inquiry. So I’d opened some kind of wound but had no idea what it was.
No chance to get to the topic of hospitals, no way to work it into the conversation.
I’d watched her in court, seen her handle the toughest of cases with aplomb, so this was something personal. … The closest she’d gotten to autobiography was self-loathing about her teenage obesity.
I was repugnant…. But if that related to the Dosses, I was missing the connection.
I can’t carry any more on my shoulders.
Burdened by the Dosses, as was her husband? Bob expressing it as anger because he was a man of a certain generation?
Some kind of intimacy gone terribly bad? Bob jealous of Richard and Joanne in the pool—did it all reduce to another sleazy suburban couples’ swap?
And had that related, in some way, to Joanne’s decline? Something Richard couldn’t forgive her for?
Guilt and expiation. Had Eric found out?
Eric and Allison breaking up, Becky in therapy, eating disorders, poor grades, Joanne quitting as tutor, Stacy losing focus, Eric dropping out. Bob enraged, Judy on the edge … Joanne dead.
Put together a certain way, I could make it sound like a psychopathology stew.
Even so, what did it have to do with Mate’s corpse stretched out in the back of a van, geometry on flesh?
Why hadn’t Mate taken credit for Joanne?
The Seville screeched to a halt and the attendant held my door with an expression that said I didn’t deserve it. Driving away, I went over it again, finally decided I’d wasted my time and Judy’s, most certainly damaged my relationship with the presiding judge of family court.
Another day, another triumph. The car was low on gas and I filled up at a station on Wilshire, used the pay phone near the men’s room to call my service. Joseph Safer had phoned five minutes earlier from the Dosses’ home number.
Richard answered, hoarse, quieter than usual. “Doctor—hold on.” A second later, Safer’s melodious voice flowed through the receiver.
“Doctor, thanks so much for getting back promptly.”
“What’s up?”
“Richard and the children are home. Richard arrived four hours ago, but I waited until the hubbub died down before I called you.”
“Press hubbub?”
“Press, police, what you’d expect. As far as I can tell, everyone’s departed with the exception of a single unmarked police car parked down the block. Occupied by the two gentlemen who accosted Richard at your home, as a matter of fact.”
Korn and Demetri on butt-numbing duty. So Milo had regained at least some of the upper hand.
“Not too subtle,” I said.
“We-ell.” Safer chuckled. “Cossacks aren’t generally known for subtlety.”
“Did they search the house?”
“They threatened to,” said Safer. “We’re disputing their contentions, urging the judge to exercise some restraint. I realize it’s an imposition at this hour—however,
if you could find time to come over to chat with Richard and the children, that would be marvelous.”
“At the house?”
“I could bring them to your office, but with all they’ve been through…”
“No, that’s fine,” I said. “I’ll be right over.”
CHAPTER 26
SAFER GAVE ME directions to the house: west on Sunset, past the Pacific Palisades shopping district, a mile beyond the old Will Rogers estate, then a quick turn north.
Twenty minutes or so from the Village, just as close to my home. In all the time I’d spent with the Dosses, I’d never seen them in their natural surroundings. Back when I was an intern at Western Peds, I found time to make house calls, school visits. After I got licensed, I rarely ventured from the comfort of my own furniture. Was I nothing more than a primatologist deluding himself that he understood chimps because he’d observed them scratching and swinging behind the bars of zoo cages?
House calls were impractical. Practicality could be confining. Now I’d have the chance to stretch.
I found the turnoff easily enough and sped up a very dark street that climbed into the Palisades. No sidewalks, front lawns the size of small parks, walls and gates and talkboxes, night-black shrubbery, towering cascades of old-growth trees.