The Night Crew

'Run and get the car,' Harper said, tossing her the keys. 'I'll meet you outside the structure. And runand keep the goddamn gun handy.'

Anna grabbed the keys and turned and ran before he finished the sentence. The parking structure they'd used was four hundred yards away, and took her a couple of minutes to reach, but since it was further from the music building, she didn't have to contend with other people getting out of the recital.

She ran up the stairs to the second level, where they'd parked. Stopped and listened. Heard a car somewhere in the structure. She ran toward the car, popping the car door with the automatic key.

As she came up to the car door, she was seized with the fantasy that somebody was looming behind her: she saw nothing at all, but she climbed frantically into the car and hit the electric lock button. The locks snapped down, and she twisted, looking out the windows. nothing. Nobody. Her heart was beating so hard she thought she could hear it, but a minute later, she paid the parking fee and was on her way, no other cars in sight.

Harper was waiting at the other structure. He flagged her down, and she stopped and crawled into the passenger seat as he got in on the driver's side.

'What?' she asked.

'Woman's got a Dodge van. They talked for a couple of more minutes, then he headed up to the next floor. The van just got out a minute ago.'

She didn't want to ask, but did anyway: 'Did he kiss her goodnight?'

'No.' Harper didn't smile at the question, just shook his head. 'Christ, you're hung up on this guy. And I shoulda said yes.'

'I don't know what I am; I think I might be goofy,' Anna said. Then: 'When I saw him the first time, at the gas station, he had a Volvo station wagon.'

'You remember?'

'Yeah, because. it's about what I'd have expected.'

As she said it, a dark-blue Volvo wagon nosed out of the structure, then turned left and drove past them.

'Here we go.'

Clark led them down to Wilshire, and then to Santa Monica, right on Santa Monica toward the Pacific…

'He lives the other way,' Harper said.

'Mmm.'

Clark was in a hurry, slicing in and out of traffic. Harper let him get several cars ahead.

'If he sees us running like he is, he'll watch us,' Harper said. 'I hope he doesn't just bust a light, or we'll be stuck.'

They stayed with him all the way into Santa Monica, into another parking structure. Harper got in line behind him for a parking ticket, as Anna slumped in the passenger seat, then followed him up the structure, continuing on when Clark found a space.

Harper took two more turns, then pulled in.

'Stay behind me again, until we know where he is,' Harper said.

'How far are we?'

'Other side of the structure, half a floor lower,' Harper said. 'He may already be going down the stairs.'

They ran to the stairs, and Harper eased the door open. They heard a door bang, and Harper said, 'Shit, we'll have to take a chance. Come on.'

'No. I'll wait hereyou call me.'

Harper nodded and ran down the stairs, opened the door, then called up, 'He's out here, hurry.'

Anna ran down to him, and followed through the door, and suddenly found themselves in Santa Monica Place, a three-story shopping center, in a crowd of people.

'He's a hundred feet up there,' Harper said. Anna stepped half out from behind him, saw Clark's head and shoulders. His hair wasthinning, she thought. But he moved well, like he'd been taking care of himself. He was wearing a tan linen jacket and jeans.

Harper said, 'Come on. We've got to stay close or we'll lose him.'

'Oh, Jesus, Jake.' She clutched at his arm. 'God, he can't see me.'

'If he does, you're with me, on a date,' Harper said. 'One of those things.'

'Aw.'

But she went down past the rows of shops to an escalator, and watched as Clark headed down.

'Go slow,' Anna said. They waited until Clark was off at the bottom.

'Stand behind me,' Harper said. 'He's headed for the food court.'

Anna, peeking out from behind Harper's shoulders, saw Clark disappear around a corner, into the food court. 'Let's go,' Harper said, and he started walking down the escalator, hopped off at the bottom, and hurried to the last spot they'd seen Clark; Anna dodged along behind, trying to stay in his shadow. When they turned the corner, Clark was gone.

'Where'd he go?' Jake asked quietly.

Anna scanned the crowd: 'I don't know.'

Harper led her to one side: 'He was right here. look for the jacket.'

No jacket.

'Christ.' Harper turned around. 'Where in the hell did he go?'

They couldn't find him. He had absolutely vanished.

Finally, Anna said, 'Let's get out of here. I don't want him popping up in my face. That'd screw us.'

Harper nodded: 'All right.' And, 'Do you think he spotted us?'

'I don't think so. He seemed to be in a big hurry.'

'So where the hell did he go? Into one of the concession stands?'

'I don't know. I just hope he wasn't watching usI hope he didn't see us. I knew we shouldn't have done this.'

Harper stopped her: 'Anna, we should do everything. Every tiny possibility. We oughta give Clark's name to the cops, and let them check him out.'

'No.' End of story.

Clark's car was still where he'd left it. 'We could wait,' Harper said, glancing at his watch. 'The shopping center closes in ten minutes. There's a space we could watch from.'

Anna, once reluctant, was now curious: where'd he gone? She didn't want to watch him, only to know. He'd walked into the shopping center and disappeared. Maybe he'd gotten inside and started jogging down toward the end, or pulled off his jacket and they'd missed him in scanning the crowd. Maybe he'd spotted them, and was hiding, because he didn't want to meet her face to face.

'Let's waitfor a while. I'll call Louis.'

They waited for more than an hour, slumped in the car, talking in a desultory way. Louis still hadn't found anything on McKinley.

After an hour, Harper called an end to it: 'It's after ten. Let's go on back to your place, see if anything turned up.'

'All right. But, goddammit, Jake, we're stuck.'

Chapter 27

The lights were on in the living room, and Anna called, 'Pam? Hello?'

But Glass had gone.

'Got the house all to ourselves, my little potato dumpling,' Harper said, snagging her around the waist.

Anna twisted in his hands, to face him, said, 'Potato dumpling my ass,' and he said, 'No, definitely not your ass,' and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

But now Harper was looking past her, toward the kitchen, and he said, 'What's that? In the kitchen.'

His voice carried a chill, and Anna turned again, and looked toward the kitchen. She didn't see anything until he said, 'On the floor.' A stain spread across the floor, as though somebody had spilled hot grape jam and left it to coagulate.

Anna caught Harper's chill, and pulled away and stepped toward the kitchen. 'Careful,' he said, catching her, and she felt in her jacket pocket for the gun. They moved to the edge of the kitchen, and Anna reached inside and flipped on the light.

The stain was the size of a large human hand; liquid, purple.

'Blood,' Harper said. 'Don't go in. We might need crime scene.'

'Oh, Jesus, look at the window.' Harper looked at the window by the door. The plywood plug had been forced in, and only partly pushed back in place. 'He's got her,' Anna said. She grabbed Harper's jacket sleeve: 'He's got her, Jake. He thought she was me.'

'Gotta call Wyatt, and gimme the gun,' Harper grunted. Harper started going through the house, opening doors, checking everything, Anna trailing behind. As they went, Anna ran through the phone's memory, found Wyatt's home number, pushed the call button. Wyatt answered, sleepily: 'What?'

'This is Anna: have you seen Pam?'

Wyatt was instantly alert, picking up the vibration in her voice: 'No. What happened?'

'We came home, expecting to meet her here, but she wasn't here. But it looks like somebody broke in through the back and there's blood on the kitchen floor.'