Jonathan Kellerman – Monster

“How would Peake find out?” he said.

“Loose lips. Everyone assumes he’s vegetative, can’t process. I saw enough today to convince me that’s not true. If Dollard was involved in something illegal, he might’ve said or done something that Peake noticed.”

“That careless?”

“How many cases have you closed because someone was careless?”

“Peake warns Claire,” he said. “Now he’s a hero?”

“Maybe on some level, he bonded with Claire. Appreciated the attention Claire was giving him.”

“Then why warn Heidi?”

“Claire wasn’t at work that day, so Peake did the next best thing: told her assistant. Not a clear message, because he was struggling to talk through the

Thorazine haze and his neurological problems.”

“Everyone treats Peake like he’s wallpaper, but he’s sucking up information.”

“He’s functioned like wallpaper for sixteen years. It wouldn’t be hard to get complacent. That could be why Dollard was so upset when he saw Peake playing Jesus.

Now he realizes Peake’s capable of more. He’s nervous, doesn’t want us back there.

Look how he bad-mouthed us to Aldrich. And Aldrich played into it. Or Aldrich is part of it.”

“Big-time staff racketeering?”

“Like you said, it’s not a tight ship. Either way, Dollard just got what he wanted.

We won’t get through those gates again without a court order.”

” ‘Bad eyes in a box,’ ” he said. “That has Peake knowing someone is gonna gouge

Claire’s eyes and stash her somewhere closed. I might be able to buy Dollard blabbing to some compadre in general terms about getting Claire, but I can’t see him laying it out in detail.”

I had no answer for that. He pulled out his pad, made some notes, closed his eyes, seemed to doze. We reached the freeway. I floored the Seville, crossed over to the fast lane, sped to the interchange, headed west on the 10, past the old brick buildings on the fringes of downtown, surprise survivors of the big quake. A huge blowup of a movie poster had been painted on one of them. Some hypertrophied bionic cop flashing fire from gun-barrel knuckles. If only it were that easy.

Milo said, “Dollard a scamster… our Mr. Wark, his partner. But what about

Richard, the Beatty twins? How do they connect to any hospital racket?”

“Don’t know,” I said. “But if Wark is Derrick Crimmins, his working there makes sense on another level: he was drawn by Peake’s presence, just as Claire was.

Because Peake’s rampage made a major impression on him. And if my guess about his being Peake’s drug source sixteen years ago is right, that would fit with the racket being a dope thing. Dol-lard smuggles out pharmaceuticals, hands them over to Wark, who sells them on the street. Wark had enough money in that Bank of America account to cover the gear rental when Vito Bonner called to validate the check. So he’s got

some sort of cash source. Being the outside man would also make Wark the perfect choice for ambushing and murdering Claire. Dol-lard alerts Wark, gives Wark Claire’s address from personnel files; Wark stalks her, kills her in West L.A., dumps her in her own car. No reason for anyone ever to connect it to Starkweather. What’s the mantra everyone there keeps reciting? ‘It couldn’t be related to her work.’ I looked around the hospital today to see if anyone fit Wark’s physical description. The only one tall and thin enough is Aldrich, but he’s too old, and I doubt Wark would masquerade as a doctor-too risky. But there are over a hundred people on staff and we’ve run into maybe twenty.”

“And we get no access to the personnel records.” Milo punched the dashboard lightly.

Keeping his arm stiff; I knew he wanted to hit much harder.

“How about approaching it another way?” I said. “Let’s assume Peake’s presence is what attracted Wark to Starkweather initially. But he also needed money, and the job had to be something he could qualify for quickly. That would eliminate anything with extensive training-doctor, psychologist, nurse, pharmacist-and leaves lower-level positions: cooks, custodians, gardeners, psych techs. A would-be producer down on his luck might see the first three as beneath him. Psychiatric technician, on the other hand, has some cachet, could be construed as almost-a-doctor. And psych techs are licensed by the state. The medical board keeps a roster.”

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