Flesh And Blood by Jonathan Kellerman

“Yeah, but he looked genuinely shocked when he found out Lauren was dead.”

“Yes, he did,” I admitted. “I thought he was going to fall down. Still, that’s a strong reaction for an employer, wouldn’t you say?”

He guided the wheel with one finger. “So maybe he was screwing her—or wanted to. Doesn’t mean he killed her.”

“True. Then again, he could be characterized as an intellectual with bucks—nice penthouse. Be interesting to get a look at his bankbook, see if there are any withdrawals that match Lauren’s deposits.”

“No way to do that,” he said. “Not at this point. The guy’s not even close to warrant material—at this point he’s done nothing to even justify a reinterview. But after I have a look at Lauren’s time cards tomorrow, I’ll check out some of those coffee shops he mentioned. If anyone saw hanky-panky between him and Lauren, I’ll start talking to the D.A.”

“Want me there?”He chewed his cheek. “No, I think I’d better do this alone. Got to be careful procedurally.”

“He doesn’t like me.”

“Well,” he said, smiling, “I don’t know how anyone couldn’t likeyou, but right now I’m shining in comparison. Let me ask you about that experiment of his. Sound kosher?”

“Hard to say. I wonder who his client is.”

“What if Lauren did get to know one of the subjects—put two people in a room and who knows what can happen. Or suppose a subject got turned on to her, decided to pursue it, and it turned ugly.”

“Or what you suggested: A subject found out he’d been conned, didn’t like that one bit. He claims confidentiality, but how hard would it be for a guy to sit and wait for Lauren to come out.”

“I’d love to have his subject list, but unless he decides to cooperate voluntarily, forget it. Maybe I’ll appeal to his sense of morality—he strikes me as someone who likes to think of himself as upstanding, buying stuff for poor kids. He’s already been tenderized—maybe he’ll bleed some.”

He turned right on Wilshire, cruised past the Third Street Promenade, glanced at shoppers strolling, panhandlers trolling.

“What about his ex-wife?” I said. “If anyone’s gonna debeatify him, who better?”

He smiled. “You want to knock him off his pedestal.”

“Maybe I do,” I said. “I guess something about him bugs me—too good to be true.”

“Tsk, tsk, such cynicism.”

“Comes from spending too much time with you.”

“About time you learned,” he said.

Lauren’s murder rated three back-page Metro paragraphs in the next morning’s Times. The story listed her as a student.

I’d woken up thinking Benjamin Dugger. And Shawna Yeager.

The fact that Dugger’s intimacy ad had run during the weeks before both women’s disappearances— Milo was right about there being no logical connection, but rationality was his province; I was free to be foolish.

I turned it over for a while, decided to look for Adam Green, the student journalist who’d covered Shawna’s story.

Back to the phone book, the four Green, Adams. In 310; Lord knewhow many others existed in the panoply of area codes that blanketed L.A. I began calling, got two wrong numbers, a disconnected line, then a phone message that sounded promising:

“This is Adam Green. I may be out seeking inspiration or slaving away at my word processor or just pursuing pleasure. Either way, if you don’t think life sucks, leave a message.”

Nasal baritone. Boy to man.

I said, “Mr. Green, this is Alex Delaware. I’m a psychologist working with the L.A. Police Department and would like to talk to you about Shawna Yeag—”

“This is Adam. Shawna? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

“They’re reopening Shawna? Unreal. Did something happen—did they finally find her?”

“No,” I said. “Nothing that dramatic. Her name came up during another investigation.”

“Investigation of what?”

“Are you still a journalist, Mr. Green?”

Laughter. “A journalist? As in working for the Cub”! No, I graduated. I’m a freelance write— Scratch that, that’s pretentious, I write ad copy. ‘Golden Dewdrops, an organic breath of morning freshness.’ Half of that was mine.”

“Which half?”

“You don’t want to know— So what’s up with Shawna? What’s this other investigation all about?”

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