“A good twenty years. I was a patient of his. He testified in my behalf in the lawsuit following my auto accident.”
“This was before he got into geriatrics?”
“I certainly hope so,” he said.
I smiled. “What kind of work did you do?”
“I was a detail man; drug sales. I covered the tri-counties, calling on doctors in private practice. I met Dow when he still had his office over near St. Terry’s.”
“You must have done well. This property’s impressive.”
“So was the settlement. Not that it’s any compensation. I used to jog and play tennis. Take your body for granted until it goes out on you. Hell of a thing, but I’m luckier than some.” He paused, peering over at me. “I take it you talked to Crystal. She called to say you’d probably be getting in touch. How’s it going so far?”
“It’s frustrating. I’ve met with a lot of people, but all I’ve picked up are theories when what I need are facts.”
His tangled eyebrows met in the middle, forming a crimp. “I suspect I’m only going to add to the general confusion. I’ve been thinking about him, going back over things in my mind. Police talked to me the first week he was gone and I was as baffled as anyone.”
“How often did you see him?”
“Once or twice a week. He’d stop by for coffee in the mornings on his way to Pacific Meadows. I know you gals think men don’t talk about personal matters . . . more like sports, cars, and politics is your sense of it. Dow and I, we were different, maybe because he’d seen me go through so much pain and suffering. Without complaint, I might add. He was a man tended to keep his own counsel and I think he valued that in others. He was only eight years my senior, but I looked on him as a father. I felt comfortable telling him just about anything. We built us a lot of trust and in time, he confided in me as well.”
“People admire him.”
“As well they should. He’s a good man … or was. I’m not at all sure how we should speak of him. Present tense, I hope, but that remains to be seen. Crystal tells me Fiona hired you.”
“That’s right. She’s in San Francisco on business, but she’s coming back this afternoon. I’m scrambling around, talking to as many people as I can, hoping to persuade her the money’s well spent.”
“I wouldn’t be concerned. Fiona’s hard to please,” he said. “Who’s on your list aside from me?”
“Well, I’ve talked to one of his two business associates . . .”
“Which one?”
“Joel Glazer. I haven’t talked to Harvey Broadus. I talked to people at the clinic, and his daughter Blanche, but not Melanie.”
His eyebrows went up at the mention of her name, but he made no comment. “What about Lloyd Muscoe, Crystal’s ex-husband? Have you spoken to him?”
“I hadn’t thought to, but I could. I saw him at Crystal’s on Friday afternoon when he came to get Leila. How does he fit in?”
“He might or might not. About four months back, Dow mentioned that he went to see Lloyd. I assumed it had something to do with Leila, but maybe not. You know, Leila lived with Lloyd briefly. She’d been busy telling everyone she was old enough to decide. Crystal got tired of fighting her, so Leila went to Lloyd’s. She started eighth grade in the public schools up here. Wasn’t here two months and she was out of control. Grades fell, she was truant, into alcohol and drugs. Dow put his foot down and that’s when they stepped in and enrolled her in Fitch. Now she’s strictly regulated and she blames Dow for that. Sees him as a tyrant-a tyrant being anyone who won’t let her have her way.”
“I think she’s mad at Lloyd, too. When I was over there, she was refusing to see him, but Crystal insisted.”
“I don’t doubt she’s mad at him. She thinks it’s his job to get her out of there. Doesn’t want to look at her own behavior. Her age, you always think it’s someone else’s fault.”
“What happened when Dow went to see Lloyd? Did they quarrel?”
“Not that I know, but if Lloyd intended to do Dow harm, he’d be way too wily to tip his hand with any public display.”
I reached in my bag and found a stray envelope so I could make a note. “Can you give me his address?”
“I don’t remember offhand. I can tell you where it is, though. Big house, yellow shingles, pitch roof. Right there at the corner of Missile and Olivio. Lloyd rents the little studio in back.”
“I think I know the place,” I said. “I gather he and Crystal get along okay.”
“More or less. She still tends to lick his boots. Crystal was always under Lloyd’s thumb.”
“How so?”
“He lived off her earnings when she worked as a stripper in Las Ve-gas. They had one of those hotheaded relationships full of drinking and fights. One or the other would end up calling the police, screaming bloody murder. Crystal would have Lloyd arrested and then next thing you know she’d change her mind and refuse to press charges. He’d accuse her of assault and battery, then they’d kiss and make up. Oldest story in the book. After she met Dow, she dropped everything and moved to Santa Teresa with the girl. I guess she saw Dow as her ticket out, which in a way he was. Problem was, Lloyd followed her and he was furious-couldn’t believe she’d leave him after all they’d been through. Couldn’t believe he’d lost control is more like it.”
“How do you know all this?”
“I heard it from Dow,” he said. “I think he was worried Lloyd would find a way to reassert his dominance. Crystal looks strong, but where Lloyd’s concerned she’s motivated by guilt. He claims she owes him big time for turning his life upside down.”
“Doesn’t he work?”
“Not so’s you’d notice. He did construction for a while, but then he claimed he’d injured his back. He’ll live on worker’s comp until the money runs out. That’s how his mind works. Why put out the effort if he can get what he wants by manipulating someone else?”
“But surely Crystal’s out from under him.”
“A woman like her is never out from under a man.”
I tucked the envelope away, trying to think what other ground I might cover. “What about the book Dow was writing? That’s one reason Crystal’s convinced something’s happened to him. She says he wouldn’t just walk out: first of all because of Griffith and, secondly, because of the book he was working on.”
A pained expression seemed to cross Trigg’s face. “Started out, he was excited about the project, but the task turned out to be a lot harder than he thought. I’d say he was more discouraged than enthusiastic. He was also upset about Fiona. She kept pressing him for money. He knew she was convinced he was going back to her and that distressed him no end. That’s why he was on his way up there.”
“What do you mean ‘up there’?”
“He was going to see Fiona to clarify the situation.”
“The night he disappeared?”
“That’s what he told me. We had breakfast together that Friday morning and he said she’d insisted on a meeting. She was always insisting on something. She’s a pain in the ass, if you’ll forgive my being blunt. I told Dow then what I’d been saying all along: She was always going to demand a pound of flesh from him. She couldn’t stop him leaving her, but she could surely make him pay.”
“What in the world made her think he’d leave Crystal and go back to her?”
“Oh, she had it all worked out, according to him. Said she was the only one understood him, for better or worse. I guess she was big on ‘worse.’ ”
“Fiona tells me Dow disappeared on two previous occasions. Any idea where?”
“Rehab. He told me he went to a ‘dry out’ farm.”
“Alcohol?”
“That’s right. He didn’t want it known, felt his patients would lose confidence if they knew his drinking was out of control.”
“I’ve heard from a couple of different sources he was drinking again.”
“Probably Fiona’s influence. She’d drive any man to drink.”
“Couldn’t he have checked into another rehab facility?”
“I hope so. I surely do, but then again, you’d think he’d have let someone know by now.”
“Fiona says he didn’t say a word to anyone before.”
“That’s not quite true. He told me.”
“What do you know about the business at Pacific Meadows?”
Trigg shook his head. “Not much. I know it wasn’t looking good. I told him to hire an attorney, but he said he didn’t want to do that yet.