“Where atop Kanan Dume?”
“I couldn’t tell you,” said Susan Palmer. “I just remember them showing us a map in the book. It looked pretty curvy but that’s what they wanted. We told the sheriffs all this and they said they drove up and checked the area. Frankly, I don’t trust them, they never took us seriously. Barry and I have spent hours driving all over land-side Malibu.” She exhaled. “So much space.”
I said, “Their car was found around twenty-five miles north of Kanan Dume.”
“Which is why I’ve come to believe whatever happened was up in the hills. It had to be that way, right? Why else would someone cancel Cathy and Andy’s credit card if they weren’t trying to cover up something terrible? Same for ditching the car. It was to throw us off the trail.”
“Were Cathy and Andy aware of the discount outlets?”
“We never told them about it, but maybe from the Triple-A book.” She placed both elbows on the table. “My sister and brother-in-law were simple, direct people. If they said they were going hiking up in Malibu, they went hiking up in Malibu. No way would they just disappear and go off on some crazy adventure.”
“They did have one fantasy,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Acting.”
“That,” she said. “During those eight years after high school Cathy managed to convince herself she was going to be an actress. Or a model, depending on what day it was. Not that she ever did anything to pursue those goals beyond reading fan magazines. My mother knew the owner of Dillman’s department store and they gave Cathy a runway job modeling spring fashions. Cathy’s pretty, when she was young she was gorgeous. But by that time a few years older and not exactly anorexic.”
She sniffed and held her breath for several seconds. “I flew out to attend the show. Mom and I sat in the front row and we both bought clothing we didn’t need. The following spring, Dillman’s didn’t ask Cathy back.”
“How’d she react?” I said.
“She didn’t. Which was Cathy’s way, she’d just take every bit of indignity as if she deserved to be disappointed. We all hated when Cathy got disappointed. That’s why Mom encouraged her to take some acting lessons. Adult Ed at the community center, musical revivals, that kind of thing. Mom wanted Cathy engaged in something and Cathy finally agreed. She seemed to be having a good time. Then she stopped and announced she was going to become a cosmetologist. That’s why Barry and I were shocked when she and Andy got here and announced they’d come to pursue acting.”
“Was it Andy’s dream, as well?”
“It was Cathy’s dream but Andy got with the program, like he always did.”
Milo said, “That can make for a good marriage.”
“Andy and Cathy were best friends. It was almost…I don’t want to say platonic, but the truth is, I’ve always wondered, and so did my husband and my brother and anyone who’s met Andy.”
“Wondered about what?”
“His being gay.”
“Because he’s a hairdresser,” said Milo.
“It’s more than that. Andy has a definite feminine side to him. He’s really good at clothes and decorating and cooking and that sounds prejudiced but if you met him, you’d understand.” She blinked. “Maybe he was one of those effeminate straight men. It doesn’t matter, does it? He loved my sister. They adored each other.”
Milo said, “The missing persons file mentioned something about acting schools.”
“It did?”
“You’re surprised, Doctor?”
“I told the sheriff that but I had no idea he actually wrote it down. Is it important?”
“Anything that fills in Cathy and Andy’s activities during their trip to L.A. could be important. They mention specific schools?”
“No, the only thing they talked about was tourist stuff. Disneyland, Universal City Walk, Hollywood and Vine- they went to the Hollywood museum on Vine, the old Max Factor building. That they loved, because of the emphasis on hair and makeup. Andy kept talking about the Blonde Room, the Brunette Room- ” She brightened. “Maybe they found an acting school in Hollywood. There’s bound to be some there, right?”
“More than a few.”
“I’d be willing to check, Lieutenant. I’ll call every single one.”
“I’ll do it, Dr. Palmer.”
She eyed him warily.
“Cross my heart.”
“Sorry, it’s just…I need to relax and trust someone. I get a good feeling about you, Lieutenant.”
Milo’s turn to blush.
“I hope I’m right,” said Susan Palmer.
CHAPTER 21
Milo talked to Susan Palmer for another ten minutes, easing into open-ended questions, putting pauses and silences to work.
Good technique but it didn’t produce. She talked about how much she missed her sister, lapsed into exclusive past tense. When she shot to her feet, her eyes looked bruised. “Got an office full of malocclusions. Please stay in touch.”
We watched her cross the parking lot and get into a silver BMW740. The license plate read: I STR8 10.
Milo said, “Her office is two blocks away but she drove.”
“California girl,” I said. “Something her sister wanted to be.”
“Acting lessons and a hike above Kanan Dume. Can’t be coincidence. The question is how do the Gaidelases figure in with a couple of pretty-face female victims?”
“That girl we spoke to- Briana- said Nora rejected applicants for reasons other than talent.”
“Wanting ’em young and pretty,” he said. “Cathy and Andy were both too old and Cathy was too fat. So what, they got turned away from the PlayHouse and killed? Talk about flunking an audition.”
“Maybe their obvious vulnerability got a predator sniffing.”
“Someone at the school spots ’em and stalks ’em?” He gazed out the window and back at me.
I said, “Could be the same way Tori Giacomo was spotted. If her ex is right about her dating someone, you’d think that person would’ve surfaced when she went missing. Unless he had something to do with her death.”
“A good-looking predator. As in Meserve. What, he proposed a three-way to the Gaidelases and the party went bad?”
“Or he just offered to help them with their careers.”
“Yeah,” he said, “that would work.”
“On the other hand,” I said, “Reynold Peaty had plenty of opportunity to check out the flock at the PlayHouse.”
“Him…let’s see if Sean’s seen anything.” He tried Binchy’s number, scowled, clicked off. “No connection. Maybe the cell waves are upset by environmentally conscious mochalicious fumes.”
I said, “Nora’s attachment to youth is interesting.”
“Why? That just makes her like everyone else in showbiz.”
“But she has no profit motive. The school’s a make-work project, so why get picky? Unless what she really wanted was a personal dating pool.”
“Sample the studs,” he said.
“And when they get too close, Brother Brad chases them off. Or thinks he does.”
“Okay, she’s a middle-aged horn-dog. How do the Gaidelases figure in with that?”
“I don’t know, but when Susan Palmer was describing her family situation, I was struck by parallels between Cathy and Nora. Both floundered well into adulthood. Family connections got Cathy a runway gig that she couldn’t hold on to. Nora’s got her a single sitcom walk-on that went nowhere. Cathy had long-standing drug problems. Nora smokes dope to get her day going. Eventually, both women were set up in business. Cathy’s salon had been making a profit recently. Meaning it lost money for years. The Dowd family fortune has relieved Nora from any financial pressure, but bottom line, we’ve got a couple of prodigal daughters. Maybe Cathy showing up at the PlayHouse evoked something in Nora that Nora didn’t want to see.”