“You wondered about his sexuality,” I said. “Maybe he was cruising West Hollywood for a reason, was worried that you'd seen him.”
“And the locker was a best-defense-is-an-offense bit? Could be, but I think it was plain old homophobia.”
“Not very tolerant for an intellectual.”
“Since when do the two go hand in hand? And to me he's a pseudointellectual, Alex. Surfing the philosophical wave of the week. Maybe he is latent, I don't know. For obvious reasons I couldn't afford to make an issue of it, so I just stayed away. I didn't see him again for a long time. Then around five years ago he made sergeant and got transferred to West L.A. and I thought oh, shit, here come problems. But there weren't any. He made a point of coming up and saying hi, Milo, long time no see, how's everything? Mr. Jovial. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was putting me on. Patronizing me. But D's and uniforms don't have that much contact and his path never crossed mine. A few months ago, he got kicked upstairs to Parker Center. Some sort of administrative job.”
“If he fancies himself an intellectual,” I said, “how come he stayed in uniform and didn't try for detective?”
“Maybe he likes the streets- putting the cosmic yoga choke hold on bad guys. Maybe it's the image- tailored duds, gun, baton, stripes. Some blues think detectives are paper-pushing wusses. Or could be he likes training rookies, easing little bluebirds out of the nest.”
“In some ways he sounds like Nolan. Self-styled scholar, trying on different philosophies. I don't imagine the department operates like a computer dating service, but two guys like that getting together seems awfully coincidental.”
“I'm sure it's not. Baker would have been in a position to pick and choose.”
“I've been wondering if the suicide had something to do with the job, but Baker told Helena he's baffled.”
“The Baker I knew would have had an opinion. The Baker I knew had an opinion about everything.”
Thinking about Lehmann's reticence and wondering who else shared it, I said, “Maybe I'll talk to him myself.”
“Getting involved in this one, huh? When Rick sent the sister to you, he thought it would be a quickie.”
“Why?”
“He said she was a no-nonsense gal. All business. Move 'em up, get 'em out.”
I'd had the same feeling about Helena, had been surprised when she'd called for a second appointment. She hadn't returned today's calls, though.
“Suicide changes things,” I said.
“True. I called the department's personnel office and Lehmann is on their shrink referral list, along with a bunch of others, but that's all I can get on him.”
“Don't spend any more time on it. You've got your hands full.”
“Big hands,” he growled, and held them out, palms up. “For big man. With big job. Me go back to cave now. Try not to fuck up big-time.”
I laughed.
He got in the car and started the engine. “Lest I blanket you in total pessimism, Zev Carmeli called me just before I left for Newton, said I could talk to his wife tomorrow, at the family home. I told him I might be bringing you along, wondered if he'd give me some grief over that- psychoanalyzing the wife. But he didn't. In general, he seemed more cooperative. As if he finally believed I was on his side. Have you the time and inclination?”
“When?”
“Five o'clock.”
“Should I meet you there?”
“Probably best 'cause I don't know where I'll be. They live on Bolton Drive.” He gave me the address, shifted the unmarked into drive, coasted ten feet, then stopped. “When you talk to Wes Baker, bear in mind that knowing me will not earn you gold stars.”
“I can live with that risk.”
“What a pal.”
The next morning I reviewed Irit's file again, learning nothing. The theories I'd spun for Milo last night seemed nothing more than random shots.
I wasn't any further along on Nolan's suicide, either. Some elements of the “typical” problem cop were there- alienation, isolation, family history of depression, possible job stress, the dark secrets Lehmann had intimated. But trying to explain self-destruction on the basis of a collection of symptoms is like saying people got poor by losing money.
Lehmann's caginess had accomplished just the opposite of what he'd hoped, piquing my interest.
What Milo'd told me about Baker was intriguing but before I talked with him I wanted Helena's go-ahead and she still hadn't returned my messages. I tried the hospital again and was told she'd called in sick last night. No one answered at her home.
Huddled under the covers, sleeping off a nasty virus?
Should I call Baker anyway? If I asked questions and told him nothing of substance, there'd be no breach of confidentiality.
But grief was a psychic tide, ebbing and flowing in response to the magnet of memory, and Helena's “sickness” could be something of quite a different nature.
Emotional withdrawal? Nothing healed but time, and sometimes that didn't work either.
The last time I'd seen her she'd taken home the family snapshot albums.
Memory overload?
I decided to try Baker. He'd probably refuse to talk to me, anyway.
A Parker Center desk officer told me Sergeant Baker had a day off and I left my name and number, expecting nothing. But barely an hour later, as I sat typing a child-custody report, my service called and said he was on the line.
“Dr. Delaware? Wesley Baker, returning your call. What kind of doctor are you?” Clipped, businesslike. He was older than Milo but sounded in his thirties, an aggressive young lawyer.
“Thanks for calling back, Sergeant. I'm a psychologist looking into the death of Nolan Dahl.”
“Looking into it at whose request?”
“Officer Dahl's sister.”
“A psychological autopsy?”
“Nothing that formal.”
“Just trying to get some closure?” he said. “I'm not surprised. She called me a few weeks ago, trying to get some answers. Poor woman. I was extremely upset by Nolan's suicide, myself, disappointed that I couldn't tell her much. Because Nolan and I hadn't worked together for some time and I didn't want to give her information that might be irrelevant. She sounded depressed. It's good she got professional help.”
“Irrelevant in what way?”
Pause. “Not being a professional, I wasn't sure what would be therapeutic and what would be harmful.”
“You're saying Nolan had some problems that could upset her.”