“So why would Tran hit a place like Bagram’s on the way to meet his buddies?”
After a few moments, Bailey replied, “Maybe took a bus to Birds, rode past Bagram’s place, got inspired…”
We could check possible bus routes, but I didn’t like it. “If Tran was going on a joyride, wouldn’t he have called his buddies and invited them to join? Or at least tell them he wasn’t coming? According to Duncan, he wasn’t the type to just flake out.”
Bailey stared at the road. “Unless he was that high.”
I shrugged. “Pretty strained, don’t you think?”
“So…what? You don’t think Tran stole Lilah’s car off Bagram’s lot?”
“No.” I paused to collect my thoughts. “None of the contact information about Alicia Morris checks out, but Tran Lee definitely wound up in Lilah’s car-”
“And he didn’t take that car to Birds-”
“And he never contacted his buddies to say he wasn’t coming,” I said. “In fact, he wound up several miles away from there, up in the woods in Griffith Park.”
“Pretty hinky,” Bailey agreed. “And then there’s the bogus info on Alicia Morris.”
“Who reported her car stolen about the same time Bagram reported Lilah’s car stolen. Which, by the way, just happened to be six months before Zack and Lilah got married-”
“And Alicia’s car happened to have a VIN only one digit off from Lilah’s. So the VIN wouldn’t be an obvious mismatch with the year of the phony car.”
“Lilah is Alicia Morris,” I said. “That’s how Lilah and Zack met.”
Bailey considered what I’d said, then nodded. “Why would Lilah give Zack a fake name, address, and VIN?”
“I don’t think she did.”
Bailey turned to look at me before refocusing on the road. I could see the implications of what I’d just said settling in. “The only other way that report gets dummied up like that is if Zack…”
I said nothing and let Bailey fill in the blanks. We drove in silence for the next few minutes. By the time she parked behind the Criminal Courts Building, her expression was stormy. We didn’t speak again until we’d fought the surging homebound crowds and reached my office. I dropped my purse and took off my coat, and Bailey settled into a chair in front of my desk.
“Lilah hit Tran and took the body up to Griffith Park,” Bailey said.
“She covered up a hit-and-run.”
“It did bug me that Tran Lee’s supposed to meet his buddies at Birds and somehow winds up solo, driving off an embankment in a stolen car.”
“When someone calls in a stolen car, there’s a record of time, date, and place the call was made, right?” I asked.
Bailey nodded. “And a recording of the call-”
“So you could hear the voice-and tell whether it’s male or female, young or old, right?”
“Yeah,” Bailey replied. “It’s probably not clear enough to match up a voice to a person in a court of law, but it’s good enough to rule out a voice that obviously doesn’t fit. And if your theory holds, then Lilah called it in herself-”
“So there was no hiding the fact that a female made the stolen report, and said it’d been stolen from the area near La Poubelle. Zack knew whatever he put in his report would have to match that call. Hence, he put down Alicia Morris, white female, a close VIN, and the location as La Poubelle. So then the question becomes, why would Zack bother to dummy up her stolen report? He’s basically burying her connection to the car Tran ended up in, right?”
“Right. And she’d get a copy of the report at some point and be able to see that all her personal information was bogus. So she had to have gone along with it.”
“My take? Lilah’s report was a lie to begin with. Her car was never stolen,” I said.
We fell silent. I played it all out again in my mind, looking for flaws, but I was pretty sure I’d figured it out. At least some of it.
“But if Lilah drove up to Griffith Park and then sent the car off the hill, that means she would’ve had to drag Tran’s body into the car. She’s no weight lifter,” Bailey said.
I looked at the coroner’s report. “Tran Lee was barely five foot two, weighed one hundred and ten pounds. A woman could drag a body that size into a car. Especially with this kind of motivation.” I opened the bottom drawer of my desk and put my feet up.
“So if we think Detective Rick knew about Lilah’s car being reported stolen, how come he didn’t catch this bogus report listing Alicia Morris as the victim?” Bailey asked.
I’d thought about this too. “Why would he?” I replied. “Zack was a murder victim. The only reason that report gets a look is if you’re doing what we did. Even if he did do a search through Zack’s past reports-and he might have-he would’ve done it for a different reason.”
“To find suspects who might’ve had motive and means to kill Zack,” Bailey said. “With an emphasis on skinheads.”
“Right,” I agreed. “So why would you look at an auto-theft victim-a female at that-as a suspect for Zack’s killing?”
“You wouldn’t,” Bailey agreed.
“And who’d ever care about that report? The VIN and license plate listed on it don’t tie in to any other crime.”
Bailey nodded. “Then that means two things: one, Zack figured out that Lilah’s story about the auto theft was bullshit very shortly after he took her report, and two, he got Bagram to cover for Lilah by saying her car was stolen off his lot.”
“It’s not hard to imagine that Bagram had a relationship with a cop who was willing to cut him slack now and then,” I agreed.
“How did Zack know there’d be a body to find?”
I stared out the window, then spoke slowly, considering the plausibility of my theory as I laid it out. “I don’t think he did. Even Lilah, with her considerable superpowers over men, couldn’t count on getting a cop to cover up a homicide. No, she made a phony stolen report and hoped it’d stick. I think when Zack checked out the scene, he found evidence that showed Lilah might’ve done a hit-and-run and dummied up his initial report, put in a fake name and fake VIN and license plate number-”
“Just in case a body turned up,” Bailey finished.
“That way, he’s got a report to show for the auto-theft call that came in that night and it won’t come back to Lilah’s car,” I said. “And then he covered for the possibility that her car would turn up with evidence that it was in a hit-and-run by getting his buddy Conrad Bagram to report that Lilah’s car was on consignment and got stolen off his lot.”
“So, even if Zack was wrong about the hit-and-run, or the car never turned up again, it wouldn’t matter,” Bailey said.
“And six months after all this business with the stolen car and Tran Lee, Lilah-a brand-new junior associate with a bright future at a big law firm-marries Zack, the cop who just happened to take the first theft report-”
“Which turns out to be bogus,” Bailey said. “They met when he covered her for a hit-and-run-”
“Nothing spells love like hiding evidence of a homicide.”
“And I’d bet Zack could tell she’d been drinking,” Bailey said. “He made contact with her at the bar, so he not only saw for himself what she looked like but had access to the witnesses who could tell him how much she’d had that night.”
“Right. If she hadn’t been drinking, she wouldn’t have had anything to hide. There’s no need to set up a car-theft story if it was just an accident. She’s a lawyer-she knows this much. She was probably looking at a drunk-driving manslaughter. A young lawyer with a conviction like that means bye-bye big corporate career.”
Bailey frowned. “But if Zack saved her future when he got rid of the evidence, why would she kill him?”
“Good friggin’ question.” I exhaled and folded my arms across my chest. “It’s not like he could ever afford to ‘out’ her. If he did, he’d get charged with filing a phony report, hiding evidence…the list goes on. They’d cart him away in handcuffs. So why kill him?” I sat back in my chair.