Her eyes lingered on Pike a beat too long, then she sighed as if realizing she'd just had another bad idea.
"It's a single-mom thing."
She put out her hand.
"I'm Lily Palmer. Who are you?"
"Pike."
"Well, Pike, you want me to give them a message when I see them?"
"Tell them to call. They have the number."
Pike returned to his Jeep, but didn't start the engine. Dru and Wilson might very well be leaving, but Pike felt they would not have had time to leave yet. They would have to make arrangements, pack, and do all the things people do to prepare for a trip. Pike told himself they were doing those things now, which is why they weren't home, so he decided to wait.
A few minutes later, Pike called Dru again, then the number Betsy Harmon gave him for Wilson. Both calls went immediately to voice mail as they had every time before, which implied their phones were turned off or being used. Pike didn't like it. The odds both of them were talking on their phones at the same time were slim, and no one turned off their phones when they were getting ready for a trip.
Pike climbed out of the Jeep and returned to the gate. He checked to make sure Lily's son wasn't watching, then hoisted himself over the gate into a tiny courtyard. The front door was locked, and showed no sign of forced entry.
Pike moved along the side of the house, looking into each window he passed, and checking for signs of tampering. The first room appeared to be a guest bedroom, and the next was the kitchen. The bedroom appeared undisturbed, but Pike's view was limited. He saw dirty dishes, three empty beer bottles, and a cutting board on the kitchen counter. Pike told himself the dishes indicated Wilson and Dru planned to return home, but the goat heads and flies hung over him like battlefield smoke.
After checking the last window on the far side of the house, he returned to the backyard. It was small, with a low wood fence bordering the sidewalk that ran along the canal. A latched gate opened to the sidewalk, and a blue fiberglass kayak hung on a small wooden dock across from the gate. Pike studied the houses lining the bank. Even with all the walls and gates, entering the properties would be easy from the water.
Pike checked his watch. Forty-five minutes had passed since he decided to wait, but now the passing time didn't feel like waiting. It felt more like he was allowing something precious to slip away.
Pike was deciding what to do next when he saw Lily Palmer's son. The kid had returned to his second-floor window, which gave him a view into Wilson's backyard. This time the kid didn't duck. He made a smirking grin before turning away, and Pike wondered how much time he spent in the window.
Pike made his way back along the side of the house, let himself out, and knocked on Lily's door. Her eyes brightened when she saw him, and she gave him a pleasant smile.
"Oh. Hi. I thought you left."
"No. I've been looking around next door. I didn't tell you the whole truth. Wilson has been having trouble with some bad people. I'm concerned those people might have followed them home. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious?"
Her pleasant smile turned into a concerned frown.
"No, I don't think so. Like what?"
"Loud voices. Cars that didn't fit."
She frowned even harder, then shouted into the house.
"Jared! Jared, come here!"
Jared appeared a few seconds later, shirtless and glistening with sunscreen. His thin chest looked like a birdcage.
"I was just going out."
"The gentleman wants to know if you saw or heard anything suspicious over there."
"Next door?"
"Yes, next door. Jesus, what's wrong with you?"
Jared rubbed his birdcage ribs and nodded toward Pike.
"He was in their backyard just now. That's pretty suspicious."
"I know he was in their yard. He told me. Would you please answer the man?"
Jared raked the hair from his face, and made the same sneer he'd made in the window.
"He was peeping in their windows. Probably trying to see Dru's tits."
Pike took a step closer, and Jared quickly crossed his arms.
"Dude. It was a joke."
His mother said, "Would you please act like a man? Wilson and Dru are having some kind of trouble. Try to help."
"I didn't see anything suspicious or otherwise. I'm sorry. There's nothing to see."
Pike glanced toward Jared's window.
"Good view from your window. You looking at nothing?"
Jared flushed.
"What should I do, stare at the walls? Bro, it's another day on the Venice Canals-sunshine and water."
"When was the last time you saw them?"
"Wilson or Dru?"
"Either."
"Last night, I guess. That would be Dru. She pulled in when I was coming back from my walk. Gave her a wave. You know. Said whassup. She said whassup back."
Pike edged closer, and Jared held himself tighter.
"What time?"
"Around six, I guess. Something like that."
Pike decided this fit. She drove directly home after leaving him at the takeout shop.
"What about this morning?"
"Didn't see'm this morning, either one."
Jared waved toward the carport.
"Saw the car, though. Went out to score some brown moo, saw the car."
"When?"
"Oh, dude, early."
His mother helped with the answer.
"The Today show was beginning its second hour when he left, so that was just after eight. He got back during the second half-hour, so that was about eight forty-five."
Pike tried to fine-tune the window.
"Was the car there when you got back?"
"Yep. For sure."
"See it leave?"
"Nope. Saw it when I got back with the moo, but I couldn't say when it left."
"How many cars do they have?"
"Just the one."
Lily nodded.
"They have one car."
"The silver Tercel."
"Yeah."
The silver Tercel was something Jared saw every day. Something a person sees every day becomes invisible, but something out of the ordinary stands out. He had asked these same questions or questions like them a thousand times when he was a cop.
"Forget the Tercel. When you were coming back with the moo, did you see anyone you didn't recognize? Maybe a car that wasn't familiar?"
Jared shook his head.
"Nobody like you mean. A couple of ladies with dogs walked by. Some gardeners were working next door."
Pike hesitated.
"At Wilson's?"
"Yeah. A couple of Latin dudes."
Almost every house along the canals would employ professional gardeners, and most would be Latin.
"You know they were gardeners because you've seen them before, or do you assume they were gardeners because they were Latin?"
Jared turned dark red, as if he had been accused of racial profiling.
"Dude! Hey, here are these dudes, they have the work clothes, not exactly dressed for success, I see'm going in through the gate, who else would they be?"
Lily Palmer said, "Did they have blowers, honey? A mower?"
"It's not like I studied them. I wasn't paying attention."
Pike touched the side of his neck.
"Ink?"
Jared pressed his lips together as he tracked through his memory, then he suddenly brightened.
"Yeah, I think, but the one dude, I remember this, he had a cast on his arm."
Pike felt very still, and heard only the soft whisper of his breath and the heavy, slow-motion thump of his heart.
"Which arm?"
Jared touched his right forearm.
"This one. He had one of those wrist casts, goes from the thumb up to about right here."
Mendoza was wearing exactly that cast when he was released from the Airport Courthouse.
"And the car was still there when you saw them?"