Hotline to Murder Page 24

  “There may be another person working on the case,” Shahla pointed out.

  “Yeah, but I don’t know that person, and they don’t know me. Why should they believe anything I have to say?”

  Tony stomped out of that room and into the listening room where Tina was writing a call report. When she saw Shahla, who had followed him in, she reacted much the same way that Patty had.

  “Shahla.” Tina stood up and gave Shahla a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

  “Don’t I get one too?” Tony asked.

  Tina gave him a who-is-this-guy look.

  Shahla laughed. “Tina, this is Tony. Tony, this is Tina.”

  Tina was a cute brunette, dressed in jeans and a Stanford sweatshirt with red lettering on a white background. At first glance she looked something like Shahla.

  Tina offered her hand saying, “I’ve heard about you.”

  Tony took it and said, “Nothing good, I hope.”

  Tina shook her head. “Nothing.” She turned to Shahla. “Look at all the hang ups I’ve gotten this morning.” She pointed to the board where hang ups were recorded. “I can understand the masturbators hanging up on guys, but why are they hanging up on me? I’ve got a sexy, feminine voice.”

  The girls weren’t supposed to like getting those calls. Tony asked, “Did you hear anything in the background before the hang ups?”

  Tina shook her head. “Maybe a little breathing. Then a click.” She looked at her watch. “Ten o’clock. I’ve got to get to class.” She picked up a book she had been reading, said goodbye to them, and walked out the door.

  But, presumably, her class wasn’t at Stanford University, almost 400 miles away. She probably attended a local community college and hoped to transfer to Stanford.

  Tony went over to the desk by the window and looked out at the parking lot. He saw his car sitting undisturbed. He loved that car. He could stand and gaze at it for hours. Shahla joined him at the window.

  “What do we do now?” she asked.

  “Maybe I should go pay Nathan a call.”

  “We. Whither thou goest I will go. You’re my bodyguard, remember?”

  Tina had just come out of the back door of the building and was headed toward her car, which was parked not too far from Tony’s. Another car came cruising down one of the aisles toward her.

  Shahla caught her breath and said, “That looks like the kidnapper’s car.”

  It was a silver compact. A Chevy, Tony could see from the logo—the bloated parallelogram of Chevrolet. Probably a Cavalier. The door opened when it came alongside Tina and a man jumped out and grabbed her. Exactly how Shahla had described her ordeal.

  Tony didn’t wait to see any more. He ran out of the listening room. He paused at the door to the administrative office and yelled at Patty, “Call 911. A man is trying to kidnap Tina. Silver Chevy Cavalier.”

  Before she could say anything, he ran past the closing outer door into the hall. Shahla had preceded him and was already at the top of the stairs.

  “Wait for me,” he yelled. But she didn’t wait. By the time he had reached the top of the stairs, she was already out of sight, going down the second level between the floors. Tony couldn’t go as fast as Shahla—that had already been proven—and he had to be careful of his knee. He prayed she wouldn’t get herself into trouble. But he also prayed that Tina could fight off the attacker.

  He finally reached the first floor after a one-step-at-a-time descent that felt like a slow-motion football replay. He ran to the back door of the building, still favoring his knee. He hoped it would hold up. When he burst through the doorway to the outside world, a quick scan revealed Shahla with her hands to her face, and the silver car disappearing around the end of the last shop in the center. He didn’t see Tina.

  Tony trotted toward his car while trying to pull the key out of his pocket. When he had it in his hand he clicked the remote, unlocking his door. He opened it and tumbled into the driver’s seat, not very gracefully. His motions became more fluid as he started the engine and rammed it into first gear. He roared forward and made a quick ninety-degree right turn toward the end of the building.

  Shahla ran in front of the car, waving her arms. Her face looked strange. He jammed on the brakes and stopped. Damn it, she was holding him up. She came forward and felt her way around the car, almost like a blind person. She couldn’t seem to open the passenger-side door. Tony was tempted to drive off without her, but she would never forgive him for leaving her behind. And there wasn’t time to argue. He reached over and opened the door for her. She stumbled into the car. He started fast and the acceleration slammed the door shut.

  As he swerved around the corner of the building, he saw people in front of him, walking to their cars. Double damn. He slowed down—he didn’t want to kill anybody—and weaved his way among them, fast enough to draw stares.

  He drove clear of the pedestrians and saw the silver car make a right turn onto the public street and accelerate rapidly. A few seconds later, he made the turn with the Porsche in second gear and roared after the other car without shifting, as the tachometer needle climbed toward the red line.

  The traffic light at an intersection ahead turned yellow. Tony backed off on the gas pedal and said, “He’s got to stop.”

  The silver car slowed slightly and swerved into the left-turn lane, but instead of stopping, it entered the intersection well after the light had become red. A car starting up from the left barely braked in time as the Chevy fishtailed through the turn and disappeared in the direction of Pacific Coast Highway.

  Tony was first in line at the light, but that was small consolation for losing the kidnapper’s car. He swore silently, thinking that if Shahla hadn’t held him up, he would have caught the other car and at least been able to get the license plate number.

  “Seat belts,” he commanded.

  Shahla fumbled a few seconds before she got hers fastened. She was coughing for some reason. And sneezing.

  Tony concentrated on the light. “He’ll turn north on PCH.” He handed his cell phone to Shahla, saying, “Call the police station and tell the desk officer that. You can use redial.”

  “I can’t see.”

  Tony looked at her. Her eyes were full of tears. Was this a reaction to Tina’s kidnapping? He hoped she would hold up. He took the phone back and placed the call. Then he handed it back to her.

  She was still sneezing. She was barely able to talk on the phone for a few seconds. Then her sneezing stopped and her voice became clearer.

  While she talked, Tony turned on his emergency flashers, edged forward, and revved the engine. He also hand-signaled the cars coming the other way. There was no left-turn arrow at this intersection, and he hoped that if he showed enough urgency, the oncoming cars would let him make the turn in front of them.

  When the light turned green, he started forward, ready to stop fast if it didn’t work. However, the cars at the front of the two lanes of traffic heading in his direction hesitated just long enough for him to complete the turn

  He upshifted and headed toward PCH as Shahla spoke excitedly into the phone. “We’re trying to follow the kidnapper’s car. We think he’s going to turn north on Pacific Coast Highway…It’s a silver compact. A…” She hesitated.

  “Chevy Cavalier,” Tony said, crossing to the wrong side of the street to pass the car ahead of him that was slowing to pull into a parking space.

  “Chevy Cavalier.” She said to Tony, “He’s going to keep us on the line, in case we spot the car again.”

  When Tony arrived at PCH, the light was red against him, and he had to wait ten seconds before it was safe to make a right turn. More time lost. He despaired of ever seeing the silver car again. He headed north, changing lanes to pass cars, trying to make up time, and wondering whether Nathan—he pictured the kidnapper as being Nathan—would stay on this main street, where it might be easier for the police to spot him, or transfer to a side street.

  Actually, his most likely ro
ute involved getting on the 405 freeway at some point, perhaps at the Artesia or Rosecrans entrance. If he did that, it would be practically impossible to find him. He might get away with this. Tony’s heart sank.

  “Did you see how he got Tina into the car?” he asked Shahla as he accelerated past an eighteen-wheeler.

  “She was already in the backseat by the time I got outside. He was getting in the front. I ran to the car and tried to open the back door. He squirted something out the window at me and took off.”

  “It must have been mace or pepper spray. You took an awful chance. He might have tried to put you in the car too.”

  “I figured if he did you would be there in time to save me.”

  Would he? “Don’t rub your eyes. It’ll make it worse. It’s a good thing he didn’t do that to you yesterday.”

  “He’s getting desperate. Oh, Tony, this is my fault. He took Tina because he couldn’t get me.”

  Her fault? Now wasn’t the time for her to feel guilty. And now wasn’t the time for him to use listening techniques on her, such as, “Why do you think it’s your fault?” He said, roughly, “This is not your fault. And if we’re going to help Tina, we’ve got to stay focused.”

  Shahla remained quiet until she received a query over the phone. She gave their position and said they hadn’t spotted the kidnapper. As Tony approached Artesia Boulevard, he wondered whether he should turn right toward the 405. If he were the kidnapper and he wanted to get to a place north of the airport, that’s what he would do.

  A police car came racing up behind him with its red lights blinking but no siren. Tony pulled into the right lane to let it pass. The black and white crossed Artesia Boulevard and stayed on PCH, which mysteriously changes its name to Sepulveda Boulevard at that point. Tony turned right on Artesia and headed toward the freeway. Let the cop take Sepulveda.

  “What are you doing?” Shahla asked.

  “Getting on the freeway.” But just then he crossed Aviation Boulevard and realized that if Nathan had been planning all along to take the freeway, he would have probably turned right on Aviation a few blocks back, where it started at PCH, which would have been like taking the hypotenuse of a right triangle. Tony had taken the sides of the triangle. More time lost.

  Not only that, he had to wait a significant amount of time for a red light at Hawthorne Boulevard. He felt that the chase was hopeless when he finally accelerated up the onramp onto the 405 and merged with the traffic. The continuous, heavy traffic, which made spotting a single silver car as difficult as spotting a specific silver fish among the thousands in the schools he had seen on his last snorkeling trip.

  “We’re never going to find the car here,” Shahla said, echoing Tony’s feelings. She made one more report to the police and then disconnected, promising to call back if they spotted the car.

  “We’ve lost it. I’m going to get off.” Tony exited at La Cienega Boulevard, which continued straight north while the 405 headed in a more westerly direction. He drove on that street until curbside parking was available and then pulled into an open space.

  “What are we going to do now?” Shahla asked. She looked despondent.

  Tony opened the glove compartment and pulled out the Thomas Guide he kept there, a book with detailed maps of the Los Angeles area. It was invaluable to him when he made his marketing calls. Then he stuck his hand into his front pants pocket and pulled out the sheet of paper on which he had written Nathan’s address and phone numbers. Fortunately, he had done that before they had gone into panic mode.

  “We aren’t far from where Nathan lives,” Tony said. “Let’s go to his place.”

  “Do you think that he might take Tina there? That is, if he’s the kidnapper?”

  “No more ifs. As far as we’re concerned, Nathan is the kidnapper. If we think any other way, we lose all hope. And hope is the only thing we’ve got right now.”

  CHAPTER 36

  Nathan lived on a quiet street lined with apartment houses that resembled in some respects the one where Fred, the Chameleon, lived, only it was more upscale. Now that Tony had his own house, all apartment houses designed for single people looked pretty much alike to him. The apartments were too small, too seedy, even when well cared for. He was glad that he no longer lived in one. But he became depressed when he thought that if he couldn’t keep up the payments on his townhouse, because of the loss of income from Josh, he might have to return to that life.

  Tony parked the Porsche on the street, several buildings short of the one where Nathan lived. He turned to Shahla, but before he could say anything, she started talking, rapid-fire.

  “I’m going with you. We know that Nathan doesn’t have a gun. You’re still not at full speed, and I can run faster than you can, in case it becomes necessary to go for help. And it will be easier for two of us to overpower him. Besides, it’s not safe for me to stay in the car alone.”

  Tony had opened his mouth to speak when she started her speech, and then closed it. Finally, he opened it again and said, “That’s just what I was going to say.”

  Shahla said, “Let’s go get him, partner,” and gave him a high five.

  The entrance to the apartment building was through a gate made of vertical iron bars, which Tony discovered was locked. He wondered how they could get through the gate. A young man approached it from the inside and opened it. Shahla smiled at him as he walked past her and grabbed the handle before the gate closed behind him. The man kept walking.

  “After you,” she said to Tony, sweeping her hand toward the opening in invitation.

  They walked through a passage into an interior courtyard, with the apartments forming a rectangle around it, on two levels. The doors to the apartments opened off the open courtyard and the balcony above it. The main feature of the courtyard was, of course, a swimming pool. Maximum sun, maximum fun. The quintessential California experience. Except that nobody was using the pool.

  They quickly ascertained that Nathan’s apartment was on the ground floor. Tony’s first thought was that Nathan was certainly not going to bring Tina here. There would be no way to sneak her into his apartment with all this openness. His second thought was that maybe he had taken her somewhere else to kill her. No, no, no. Don’t think like that.

  The drapes were drawn over the windows of Nathan’s apartment. Tony hesitated. Another effect of the sunny courtyard was to wipe out his feelings that this might be in any way dangerous. He knocked on the door. There were no sounds from within. He knocked again, too soon, like in the movies where they assumed that five seconds was enough time for someone to answer.

  “The window’s open,” Shahla said.

  As Tony waited for nobody to answer, Shahla was removing the screen from in front of the window. He looked apprehensively around to see if anybody was watching. He couldn’t see into the other apartments, of course, but the shadow cast by the balcony directly above them did partially mask her efforts.

  “Cover me,” Shahla said.

  She had removed the screen and opened the window wider. She meant for Tony to literally cover her—place his body in between her and the courtyard.

  “Let me go,” he said. Nathan might still be inside.

  “You have to watch your knee.”

  Shahla put her leg up on the windowsill. Tony got directly behind her and gave her a boost as she went through the open window and landed on the floor inside. He quickly replaced the screen, hoping that nobody had seen anything and called the police. Shahla opened the door and let him in.

  “The place is deserted,” she said.

  Tony went into the apartment and looked around. All the furniture was gone. The carpet was dirty and there was some trash on the floor. Nathan hadn’t attempted to clean the place. This was apparently the living room. A divider doubling as a counter was at the other end of the room, with a small kitchen behind it. Dirty dishes filled the sink. Tony’s nose detected the stench of rotten food. The odor came from a metal garbage container, which hadn’t been
emptied.

  A short hallway led in one direction to the bathroom and in the other direction to a bedroom. They went into the bedroom. There was no bed, but there was a built-in closet. Tony opened the wooden folding doors. Some clothes were hanging up in the closet. Pants and shirts. Old clothes. On one side of the closet were built-in drawers. Tony opened each of the drawers and quickly went through the contents: a sweater, a sweatshirt, some underwear, and socks.

  In the bottom drawer, underneath some T-shirts, he felt something with a different texture. Smooth and satiny. He pulled it out.

  “Shahla.”

  Shahla turned from where she was investigating some sheets and blankets that had been thrown into a corner. Tony held up a pair of barely-there panties. She raced over and grabbed the lingerie.

  “Those belong to Joy. I’m sure they do. They look like something Joy would wear.”

  Tears were streaming down her face. Tony felt something else. He pulled out a bra. Shahla took it and looked at the label.

  “It’s a 34B. I’m sure that’s right for Joy.”

  “We’ve got our man,” Tony said, grimly. “Now all we have to do is find him. Put them back in the drawer.”

  “Put them back?” Shahla looked perplexed.

  “I’m going to tip off the police. But we’ve got to leave the evidence here, where they can find it. If we take it to them it may be tainted, somehow.”

  Shahla reluctantly put the items back in the drawer, but on top of the T-shirts so that there would be no question about the police finding them. Tony returned to the other room. There was a telephone sitting on the counter between the living room and the kitchen. He picked up the receiver and listened. He heard a dial tone.

  “It works.” He punched in the number of the Bonita Beach Police. He gave his name to the desk officer, who recognized it in connection with the chase. He asked whether the kidnapper’s car had been spotted. Negative. He said he had more information on Joy’s murder and Tina’s kidnapping. He gave Nathan’s full name and address and said he had reason to believe that Nathan was the kidnapper. He said he thought the police would find evidence in Nathan’s apartment. He didn’t say that Nathan expected to ascend into heaven tonight. He figured that would require too long an explanation.