“I could do those things. Our relationship is still young.”
“Do you want to kill me?”
He shrugged. “That, my young girl, was the right question. Anyone else would’ve asked if I was going to kill them. You asked about my desire. As a reward, I’ll answer you and answer you honestly; no, I don’t want to kill you.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Why do you think? And be honest because if you lie I can tell.”
She bit into her gyro and wiped her hands on her jeans. “I think you need a place to stay. If there was an old man in this house instead of me, I think he’d be tied up here.”
He curled his lower lip and nodded. “Not entirely false, but not entirely true either.”
“Then why did you choose here of all places?”
“I saw you, at the bookstore.”
Monique quickly scanned her memory of the last bookstore she’d been in. A Barnes amp; Noble near Carmel Mountain Road. Had she seen him anywhere? She sat in the café perusing a few books and then made a purchase. She didn’t remember him there; would she have remembered seeing someone like him?
“I didn’t let you see me,” he said, seemingly reading her thoughts.
“Why did you choose me?”
He spun the hourglass on the side table and stood up. “The book you were reading. Dostoevsky. It’s my favorite book.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She felt her entire body convulse in fear and disgust. “I’ll be back before morning.”
“Where are you going?”
“To paint the town red. Don’t wait up.”
CHAPTER 24
Stanton finished his afternoon surfing early and then headed inside for a quick shave and shower. By the time he’d chosen what to wear and groomed his hair, it was already six in the evening. He headed out the door and saw his neighbor trying to unlock her door while holding a bag of groceries and he went and held the bag as she opened the door.
“Thanks, Jon.”
“It’s okay. How’s your cat?”
“Vet said it was just a fever. He’s doing okay now. Thanks for asking. Um, do you want to come in for some juice or something?”
“Thanks, Cindy, no, I’ve…I’ve actually got a date.”
“Really? Who’s the lucky gal that got you out of your apartment for once?”
“You wouldn’t know her. She’s a professor of chemistry.”
“Well stop by and tell me all about it if it’s not too late.”
“I’ll try. I better go. I’ll see ya.”
“I’m not kidding, Jon, you come tell me everything that happens. I’ve got female intuition.”
“Bye Cindy.”
“Bye.”
The freeway was at a near standstill with an accident but as the sun was going down it painted the sky in vivid gold. Stanton turned his radio off and watched the sunset for as long as he could. Once he got past the accident, he sped down to Roosevelt and got off near the Pacific Coast Highway. There was a restaurant there right on the beach in between Los Angeles and San Diego. It was a little-known spot, mostly populated by locals. They didn’t advertise and you couldn’t find them online. The only way to reserve a table was through word of mouth. This gave it an air of exclusivity and only added to its draw.
Stanton had discovered it with Melissa, his ex-wife. They had been surfing all day in Malibu and were starving on the drive back and needed to stop somewhere when Mel pointed to the oddly spiral-roofed building and said they should stop there.
The memory of it seared him and he wished he’d made a reservation somewhere else.
He walked into the restaurant and saw Emma waiting for him near the hostess, chatting with her about an odd ring she had on her finger. Stanton came up behind her and waited politely until she was finished speaking.
“Oh, hey,” Emma said, feeling his presence behind her.
“Hey. You didn’t wait long I hope.”
“No, not at all. You ready to sit? I’m starving.”
“Sure.”
The hostess led them to a table next to one of the massive windows overlooking the sea. The lighting from the restaurant lit up the beach enough that you could see the waves lap the shore in thick white foam.
“I’ve never heard of this place,” she said, as a waiter placed water down for them.
“It’s kinda hidden away. The owner’s a real estate investor or something along those lines. Developer or something. He doesn’t need the income from this place so he told me once he can afford to keep it pure. It’s strictly a place that people are referred to by other people. No advertising at all.”
“How’d you hear about it?”
“I was driving by once and stopped here.”
“With your ex?”
“That obvious?”
“You cringed a little when you thought about it. How long you been divorced?”
“Going on four years now.”
“Does it get easier?”
“I guess so. I miss my kids a lot. They have a stepfather now and I think they’re forgetting about me.”
“They’re young, I’m guessing. Young kids do that. When they get older they’ll change. There’s something about blood that just has a draw. People’s fathers could be the worst sons of bitches on the planet but to their kids they’re still larger than life. That’s just how it is I think.”
“They’re good kids. I figure if I leave them alone and not push it too hard they’ll come around. What about you? Any kids?”
“Oh, no. I’ve never even really been in a serious relationship. Well, once in college I dated a guy, a football player, for like three months but he turned out to be an asshole. He thought it was cool to date a virgin nerd and see if he could be the first.”
“Was he?”
“Of course not. He kept trying to get me drunk and after some time I figured out what he was doing. So I broke it off with him. Just haven’t found anyone interesting since. Until I met you,” she said, blushing slightly.
“Why would you say that? I’m actually pretty boring.”
“No, I don’t think so. There’s something about you. Something kinda dark. Maybe dark’s not the right word. Mysterious, enigmatic. I don’t know what it is but it forced me to say yes when you asked me out.”
“Well, Professor, I think you’re going to be sorely disappointed. Other than surfing, I sit home and watch reruns of Battlestar Galactica.”
“Oh my crap. I love Battlestar Galactica.”
“Really? Well I have the DVD collection as well as a rare director’s cut from one of the episodes in the second season. It’s really hard to get.”
“Do you think-”
The waiter interrupted and asked if they were ready to order. Stanton knew what he wanted and ordered and Emma had to take a moment before deciding on the lobster with clam chowder as an appetizer. When the waiter had left, she took a sip of her water and excused herself to the bathroom.
Stanton looked out the window to the ocean and saw a couple walking by holding hands. They were barefoot and kicking sand up with each step. He turned away from the window and checked his cell phone. There was a text from Gunn:
did you see the report from Benny about the Brichard house???
Stanton opened his emails in another window. The report was sent as a PDF attached to an email sent from one of the administrative assistants to Robbery-Homicide. He opened the PDF. After reading the first paragraph, he closed the email and called Benny’s cell phone.
“This is Benny.”
“What do you mean it’s not arson?”
“Who is this?”
“It’s Jon Stanton and I’m not in the mood for games. What do you mean it’s not arson?”
“If you read the report you know what I mean.”
“It was clearly arson. The family was bound up in the living room.”
“I read your report. That wasn’t a chain. We had it tested. It was pipe from the heating ducts in the ceiling. They fell when the roof collapsed on that section of the house and when it melted it looked like chain. It wasn’t. And we didn’t find any remnants of rope or anything like that.”