Dr. Death by Jonathan Kellerman

“You never told me about that one.”

“I’m not out to introduce pollution into your life, Alex. Unless I need help.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll do what I can.”

He slapped a hand on my shoulder. “Thank you, sir. The suits are right miffed about a high-profile case popping up right now, just when the crime rate was allegedly dropping. Just when they thought they’d get some good publicity before funding time. So if you produce, I might even be able to get you some money fairly soon.”

I panted like a dog. “Oh, Master, how wonderful.”

“Hey,” he said, “hasn’t the department always treated you well?”

“Like royalty.”

“Royalty … you and old Duchess … Maybe it’s her I should be interviewing. Maybe it’ll come to that.” –

CHAPTER 4

I DROVE DOWN Mulholland and eased into the traffic at Beverly Glen. The jazz station had gotten talky of late so the radio was tuned to KUSC. Something easy on the ears was playing. Debussy was my guess. Too pretty for this morning. I switched it off and used the time to think about the way Eldon Mate had died.

The phone call I’d made when I’d first heard about it.

No answer, and trying again was a much worse idea than it had been last week. But how long could I work with Milo without clearing things up?

As I tossed it back and forth, the ethical ramifications spiraled. Some of the answers were covered in the rule books, but others weren’t. Real life always transcends the rule books.

I arrived home hyped by indecision.

The house was quiet, cooled by the surrounding pines, oak floors gleaming, white walls bleached metallic by eastern light. Robin had left toast and coffee out. No sign of her, no panting canine welcome. The morning paper remained folded on the kitchen counter.

She and Spike were out back in the studio. She had several big jobs backordered. With obligation on both our minds, we hadn’t talked much since rising.

I filled a cup and drank. The silence was annoying.

Once, the house had been smaller, darker, far less comfortable, considerably less practical. A psychopath had burned it down a few years ago and we’d rebuilt. Everyone agreed it was an improvement. Sometimes, when I was alone, there seemed to be too much space.

It’s been a long time since I’ve pretended to be emotionally independent. When you love someone for a long time, when that love is cemented in routine as well as thrill, her very presence fills too much space to be ignored. I knew Robin would interrupt her work if I dropped in, but I was in no mood to be sociable, so instead of continuing out the back door, I reached for the kitchen phone and checked with my service. And the problem of the unanswered call solved itself.

“Morning, Dr. Delaware,” said the operator. “Only one message, just a few minutes ago. A Mr. Richard Doss, here’s the number.”

An 805 exchange, not Doss’s Santa Monica office. Ventura or Santa Barbara County. I punched it in and a woman answered, “RTD Properties.”

“Dr. Delaware returning Mr. Doss’s call.”

“This is his phone-routing service, one moment.”

Several clicks cricketed in my ear, followed by a rub of static and then a familiar voice. “Dr. Delaware. Long time.”

Reedy tone, staccato delivery, that hint of sarcasm. Richard Doss always sounded as if he was mocking someone or something. I’d never decided if it was intentional or just a vocal quirk.

“Morning, Richard.”

More static. Fade-out on his reply. Several seconds passed before he returned. “We may get cut off again, I’m out in the boonies, Carpinteria. Looking at some land. Avocado orchard that’ll do just fine as a minimall if my cold-blooded capitalist claws get hold of it. If we lose each other again, don’t phone me, I’ll phone you. The usual number?”

Taking charge, as always. “Same one, Richard.” Not Mr. Doss, because he’d always insisted I use his first name. One of the many rules he’d laid down. The illusion of informality, just a regular guy. From what I’d seen, Richard T. Doss never really let down his guard.

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