Milo said, “That hasn’t happened yet but we do have some knuckle-dragging primates in the department.”
“Lieutenant, ‘queerer than a second left shoe’ is a verbatim quote. At the time, I wondered why he brought up the matter of homosexuality just to make a point. Years later, when I found out what he was saying about me, I figured it out. Not only does he think I’m insincere, he’s convinced I’m gay. For the record, I’m not, though if I was I’d be comfortable with it. Any idea why he thinks that of me?”
“Why, sir?”
“I’ve donated substantial money to AIDS research, five million just at the U. Want to guess why I did that, Lieutenant?”
“You thought it was a good cause, sir.”
“There are lots of good causes, Lieutenant. I prioritized AIDS because Major Andrew Jack Kenten, one of the finest fighter pilots the United States Air Force has ever produced, but more important a kid brother I raised after our parents died, was one of the first Americans to die of the plague. Your boss never took the time to learn that because his perspective makes it impossible for him to understand why anyone would operate outside a narrow range of selfish interest.”
Kenten twisted the doorknob again. Smiled. “To be fair, I have been known to wear pastels from time to time.”
“I see that, sir.”
“Your boss can be an effective leader and he deserves some of the credit for the current drop in crime. Though we both know it’s men and women such as yourself who do the actual work. Whatever his administrative virtues, he’s wearing blinders on this case because for some reason, his son wants to attend Yale.”
“For some reason?”
“I enjoyed my time there. But it’s not where we get our education, Lieutenant, it’s what we do with it. We both know the chief’s primary goal is keeping the school out of the limelight until the letters come in.”
“Marty Mendoza being a suspect could focus attention on the school.”
“Not if he’s no longer enrolled and is held up as an example of affirmative action gone wrong.” Kenten’s face flushed with anger. “To the people who run places like Prep, boys like Marty are serfs—hired help. Wrench a shoulder, good-bye.”
“They hired Elise Freeman to tutor him.”
“A formality and she knew it. That’s why she shirked.”
“Marty told you she shirked?”
“When I called to ask him how it was going, he said it wasn’t going anywhere because she began sessions late, ended them early, and took phone calls throughout the hour. It was clear to Marty that she had no interest in him.”
“Did she act out sexually?”
“Marty denied that, but he did say some of those calls were from male students and she was flirtatious.”
“Marty denied after you asked him?”
“I asked him after he told me about the flirtatious calls,” said Kenten. “I was wondering if he was veiling the truth to cover his own embarrassment.”
“I’ve got a friend with a problem.”
“Exactly.”
“Flirtatious, how?”
“We didn’t get into details, Lieutenant. I phoned Mary Jane Rollins, she said she’d look into it but I never got a follow-up and soon after Marty quit the sessions. But never once did he express anger toward her, Lieutenant. On the contrary, he laughed it off. To be frank, I think he was relieved.”
“To be free of academic pressure.”
“He’s a bright boy, needs to have confidence beyond his ability to throw a baseball. If you allow another person’s narrow self-interests to influence you, you’ll be hindered, not helped.”
Kenten flung the door open on office soundtrack. “Good luck to you.”
The parking halfback handed the keys over. No more smile.
As we drove away, Milo said, “Talk about heavy-handed.”
“Paying your bills with tax money can do that to you,” I said.
“That reference to Yale, the clear implication was Mess with me, I take it out on little Charlie. Guy’s way past overinvolved, Alex. Think there could be more than mentoring going on?”
“Another nosedive into yuck territory?”
“He does wear pastels.” Smiling faintly.
“If Kenten’s involved in something that sleazy and high-risk, why would he initiate a meeting and attract attention?”
“Because he can’t imagine not getting his way. For all we know, Marty Mendoza’s living a pampered life at Kenten’s estate as we speak. His Graciousness tagged it as Paradise Cove but I looked it up and it’s actually north of there, above Broad Beach. We’re talking five-plus acres of oceanfront, one entry on PCH. Real easy to stash someone for a long time.”
He got hold of Binchy again, ordered round-the-clock surveillance of the property’s front gate, Sean alternating with Detective I Moses Reed and any “halfway intelligent” undercover officer they could find.
I said, “What about the Mendoza house?”
“That’s mine. Rank has its privilege.”
“El Monte outclasses Malibu?”
“I’m hoping the kid’ll sneak back for some mama love. I get him away from the good life, he’ll cave.”
Spoken like a true hunter.
CHAPTER
28
We met the next morning in an empty interview room. Milo and Moe Reed had been up all night. Despite clean living, the young detective looked beat. Milo’s bear-on-the-prowl instincts kept him bright-eyed.
“First my show-and-tell, Moses, because it’s brief: Martin’s mommy showed up just after eight p.m., lugging a single bag of groceries.”
I said, “Not cooking for a family?”
“For all I know it was a bag full of chocolate chip cookies for Marty. At ten twenty, Mr. M. arrives, still in his waiter’s uniform, carrying what looks like doggie bags from the country club. No further action until seven a.m., when he leaves in a fresh uniform. I wager on him going to work and stick around to watch Missus. Seven forty-two, she drives to a day care center where a bunch of little kids greet her like the bestest grandma in the whole wide world. I phone the club, Mister’s on the job.”
“Hardworking folks going about their business,” said Reed. “You could subpoena their phone records.”
“I could if John Nguyen changed his mind about my having no grounds. How was your day at the beach, lad? I’m not seeing any tan.”
“I’m one of those pink ones, Loo. Only place I could park was the land side of PCH ten yards up. What you see from there is a wall of hedges and big gates. I picked up from Sean after he trailed Kenten from the office to Mountain Crest, then home. By then it was close to six. Sean got photos of Kenten entering, guy wasn’t exactly incognito, he tools around in a powder-blue Bentley Continental convertible, he’s even got powder-blue caps on the wheels. It was me, I’d go black, charcoal at the lightest.”
“Keep it assertive, huh?”
“We’re talking five hundred sixty horses, Loo. Anyway, the top was down, no passengers, that model doesn’t have much of a trunk.”
“Muscle under the hood,” said Milo, “and yet he paints it like a carousel pony. What does that say about him, Moses?”
Reed shifted his torso. His eyes darted to the left. “He likes to be noticed?”