With a weak smile, Park nodded as everyone began to slowly exit the room. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
While the technicians finished photographing the crime scene and uniformed officers collected the evidence-gathering equipment, the senior on-scene tech approached Park and Jake with a request. “Since you and your wife described the intruders as men wearing gloves,” he said to Park, “there isn’t much point in us dusting the place for fingerprints. But I notice this place has an extensive video surveillance — security system. It would be very helpful to our investigation if we could have access to the backup files either here or at the alarm company.”
“I will look into it,” Park said wearily. “But not tonight. It will have to wait until tomorrow.”
“But sir,” began the evidence technician, “that could be a terrible mistake. Many of these systems automatically delete files after a certain length of time and we don’t want to lose—”
Jake, still concerned about Hafner’s blunder, seized the opportunity to again play the role of Park’s ally and interrupted. “Look, you heard the man. He’s been through hell tonight. His wife has been taken to the hospital and he needs to deal with that. Tomorrow will have to do.”
The crime-scene investigator shrugged and departed. When all the police were gone, Park ushered Jake back into his office, where his demeanor immediately changed from meek victim to warlord. He summoned his security chief, instructed the heavyset guard to contact the families of Tommy Hwan and the dead security man, then dismissed him with instructions. “Make sure they have all departed the house and grounds and we are not interrupted.”
When Park and Jake were finally alone, the crime boss sat at his desk and opened the bottom drawer, withdrawing something concealed beneath a stack of papers. He handed Jake a half sheet of paper with cutout letters from a magazine. “Here’s the ransom note they left. They’re demanding three million dollars.”
Jake debated whether he should be the CSI technician preserving the note for prints or the criminal cohort anxious to kill those responsible. “Cutout words on a ransom note seems a little too Hollywood. Why not just pound out a note on a computer? I’m not sure it’s possible, but if you turned this over to the police they might be able to get fingerprints or maybe even DNA off the letter,” said Jake.
Park shook his head, his anger surfacing. “No more police! I’ll cooperate long enough to get information from them, but we give them nothing more.”
“They may not be competent, but I’m not sure they’ll give up easily,” said Jake. “They will be back. Your neighbors here will demand it. I’m also guessing without your help this will never get solved.”
“I don’t need their help. I will resolve this in my own way.” Park punctuated this by slamming his fist on the desk.
Jake let Park’s anger simmer, then, pointing to the ransom note, he said, as if asking himself aloud, “I wonder why three million? Three million seems like an odd amount. Why not a million or five million?”
Park was confident in his response. “There is a reason for that amount. The demand provides a clue and a reason why I can trust you.”
“I don’t understand. Who do you think is behind this?” asked Jake, sensing he was close to information that was key to the investigation.
“I may tell you everything at the appropriate time. I need to do some checking. When I find those responsible they will pay with their lives.”
Jake shook his head; his response was sincere. “But we need to get Jenny and Gracie back safely.”
Park nodded, his dark eyes filled with rage. “Jenny and the child are my first priority. Once they are safely in my protection I will eliminate those who chose to challenge me.”
“But who? Could it have been Reid? If he’s too weak to pull the trigger, could he really orchestrate a kidnapping?”
“It is not Reid,” said Park, putting his elbows on the desk, resting his face in his cupped hands as he gently probed with his fingertips the abrasion on his cheek where Kareem had struck him with the muzzle of the AK-47.
“Could it have been Yeong?” asked Jake.
Park looked up at the American and said definitively, “It is someone within our circle.”
“But why would he challenge you? Tommy was more fearful of you than he was of Yeong. He always said you had the strength and controlled the community.”
Park nodded.
Jake continued. “Kidnapping doesn’t seem the smart move. Does Yeong have anything to do with Arabs? Tommy never mentioned anything about Middle Easterners being mixed up with the enterprise.”
“Yeong is a businessman and, like me, is willing to deal with anyone who can be trusted. We both have gone outside the family in our various ventures.”
“Did you know the intruder who was killed?” asked Jake.
Park slowly rose from the desk without responding and headed toward the wet bar. He held up the bottle of insamju, Korean vodka, offering Jake a drink. When Jake nodded, Park poured two drinks, handing one to Jake. “I don’t know, but I think Tommy recognized one of the intruders just before he was killed.”
“Is that the person who shot Tommy?”
Park nodded.
“What about the others?”
Park took a sip. “The one who shot Tommy seemed to be in charge. He’s the one who threw the note at me and did all of the talking.”
Jake debated how far to push the inquiry. He was almost conducting the interrogation Hafner wanted but didn’t want to appear to be a cop.
“In what language? Did you recognize his voice?”
Park shook his head and said, “He spoke English, without an accent. But I did not recognize the voice.”
Park took the Cartier cigarette case off the bar and removed a cigarette. Without waiting for Jake to assist, he lit it, drawing several puffs as the conversation paused.
“Do you know a guy named Sonny?” asked Jake.
“We call Cho Hee Sun ‘Sonny.’ Is that who you mean?” said Park as he slipped the cigarette case in his pocket.
“When I was with Tommy the other day, he and his girlfriend Candy were talking about a man named Sonny getting killed a couple of nights ago.”
“That was Sonny. It was in the papers. He was killed at his home in Beverly Hills.”
Jake took a brief sip of the Korean vodka made with ginseng root. “What part did he play in all this?”
“He worked with Yeong. I had little to do with him. He was a successful businessman who was involved in our business as well. He moved much of what Tommy brought in from Korea, but I’m not sure Tommy knew very much, since Sonny was higher up on the distribution chain.”
“Could his death and the kidnapping be connected?”
Park paused before answering and his response was as if the question triggered a thought. “I’m not sure.”
“Why did you hesitate?” asked Jake.
“Like I said earlier, I will find out who did this and when I learn their identities I will tell you, assuming I need your help.”
“Whatever you need, just ask.”
Park nodded, crushed the half-smoked cigarette into an ashtray, and began making his way to the door. “Excuse me. I need something for the pain.”
As Park headed toward the bathroom, Jake continued down the long hallway and began looking around the living room for clues. Even though the police had searched the crime scene, the tension between Park and the law enforcement officers had to have affected the thoroughness of the examination. And Jake’s dance with Hafner certainly abbreviated the search for evidence that could be useful in a prosecution.