Not really," said Stratton. "It's just one of the places we go. In fact, we rarely come up here, except on Sundays. Because it's far and we need to drive back, shower off, change. Mostly we stick closer to home.
Encino," said Milo.
"Right over the hill," said Ulrich. "That morning we were up early. I suggested Mulholland because it's so pretty." He edged closer to Stratton, put his hand back on her shoulder.
Milo said, "You were here, when-six, six-fifteen?
We usually start out by six," said Stratton. "I'd say we were here by six-twenty, maybe later by the time we parked. The sun was up already. You could see it over that peak." Pointing east, toward foothills beyond the gate.
Ulrich said, "We like to catch at least part of the sunrise. Once you get past there"-hooking a thumb at the gate-"it's like being in another world. Birds, deer, chipmunks. Duchess goes crazy 'cause she gets to run around without a leash. Tanya's had her for ten years and she still runs like a puppy. Great nose, thinks she's a drug dog."
"Too good," said Stratton, grimacing.
"If Duchess hadn't run to the van," said Milo, "would you have approached it?"
"What do you mean?" she said.
"Was there anything different about it? Was it conspicuous in any way?"
"No," she said. "Not really."
"Duchess must've sensed something off," said Ulrich. "Her instincts are terrific."
Stratton said, "She's always bringing me presents. Dead squirrels, birds. Now this. Every time I think about it I get sick to my stomach. I really need to go, have a pile of work to go through."
"What kind of work do you do?" said Milo.
"Executive secretary to a vice president at Unity Bank. Mr. Gerald Van Armstren."
Milo checked his notes. "And you're a financial planner, Mr. Ulrich?"
"Financial consultant. Mostly real-estate work."
Stratton turned abruptly and walked back to the BMW.
Ulrich called out "Honey?" but he didn't go after her. "Sorry, guys. She's been really traumatized, says she'll never get the image out of her head. I thought coming up here might actually help-not a good idea at all." He shook his head, gazed at Stratton. Her back was to him. "Really bad idea."
Milo strode over to the car. Tanya Stratton stood with her hand on the handle of the passenger door, facing west. He said something to her. She shook her head, turned away, revealing a tight white profile.
Ulrich rocked on his heels and exhaled. A strand of mustache hair that had eluded wax vibrated.
I said, "Have you two been together long?"
"A while. She's sensitive…"
Over by the car, Stratton's face was a white mask as Milo talked. The two of them looked like Kabuki players.
"How long have you been into hiking?" I said.
"Years. I've always exercised. It took a while to get Tanya into it. She's not-let's just say this'll probably be the conclusion of that." He looked over at the BMW. "She's a great gal, just needs… special handling. Actually, there was one thing I remembered. Came to me last night, isn't that bizarre? Can I tell you or do I have to wait for him?"
"It's fine to tell me."
Ulrich smoothed his left mustache. "I didn't want to say this in front of Tanya. Not because it's anything significant, but she thinks anything we say will get us more deeply involved. But I don't see how this could. It was just another car. Parked on the side of the road. The south side. We passed it as we drove up. Not particularly close, maybe a quarter mile down that way." Indicating east. "Couldn't be relevant, right? Because by the time we arrived Mate had been dead for a while, right? So why would anyone stick around?"
"What kind of car?" I said.
"BMW. Like ours. That's why I noticed it. Darker than ours. Maybe black. Or dark gray."
"Same model?"
"Can't say, all I remember is the grille. No big deal, there've got to be lots of Beemers up here, right? I just thought I should mention it."
"You didn't happen to notice the license plate?"
He laughed. "Yeah, right. And the facial features of some psychotic killer drooling at the wheel. No, that's all I can tell you-a dark Beemer. The only reason I even remembered it was that when Detective Sturgis called last night, he asked us to search our minds for any other details, and I really gave it a go. I can't even swear it was that dark. Maybe it was medium-gray. Brown, whatever. Amazing I remembered it at all. After seeing what was inside that van, it's hard to think about anything else. Whoever did that to Mate must have really hated him."
I said, "Rough. Which window did you look through?"
"First the front windshield. Saw blood on the seats and I said, 'Oh shit.' Then Duchess ran around the back so we followed her. That's where we caught a full view."
Milo backed away and Stratton got in the car.
Ulrich said, "Better hustle. Nice to meet you, Dr. Delaware."
He jogged toward the blue car, saluted Milo as he entered. Starting up, he shifted into gear, hooked a U-turn and sped down the rise.
I told Milo about the dark BMW.
"Well, it's something," he said. Then he laughed coldly. "No, it's not. He's right. Why would the killer stick around for three, four hours?" He stashed the notepad back in his pocket. "Okay, one reinterview heard from."
"She's a tense one," I said. "Blame her? Why? She set off some buzzers?
No. But I see what you meant about delicacy. What did she tell you when you spoke to her alone?"
"It was Paul's idea to come up here. Paul's idea to hike. Paul's a superjock, would live in a tree if he could. They probably weren't in the throes of love when they found Mate. Guess it didn't spice up their relationship."
"Murder as aphrodisiac."
"For some folks it is… Now that I know about the second BMW I'm gonna have to log and do some kind of follow-up… hopefully a basic DMV will sync with some neighbor's vehicle and that'll be it." He rubbed his ear, as if dreading phone work. "First things first. Follow up with my junior D's to see how the family list is going. If you're so inclined, you could do some research on Mate."
"Any particular theories you want checked out?
Just the basic one: someone hated him bad enough to slaughter him. Not necessarily a news item. Maybe someone popping off about Mate in cyberspace."
"Our killer's a careful fellow. Why would he go public?"
"It's beyond long shot, but you never know. Last year we had a case, father who molested and murdered his five-year-old daughter. We suspected him, couldn't get a damn bit of evidence. Then a half year later, the asshole goes and brags about it to another pedophile in a chat room. Even then it was only a lucky accident that we heard about it. One of our vice guys was monitoring the kiddie-rapers, thought the details sounded familiar."
"You never told me about that one."
"I'm not out to introduce pollution into your life, Alex. Unless I need help."
"Sure," I said. "I'll do what I can."
He slapped a hand on my shoulder. "Thank you, sir. The suits are right miffed about a high-profile case popping up right now, just when the crime rate was allegedly dropping. Just when they thought they'd get some good publicity before funding time. So if you produce, I might even be able to get you some money fairly soon."
I panted like a dog. "Oh, Master, how wonderful."
"Hey," he said, "hasn't the department always treated you well?"
"Like royalty."
"Royalty… you and old Duchess… Maybe it's her I should be interviewing. Maybe it'll come to that." -
CHAPTER 4
I DROVE DOWN Mulholland and eased into the traffic at Beverly Glen. The jazz station had gotten talky of late so the radio was tuned to KUSC. Something easy on the ears was playing. Debussy was my guess. Too pretty for this morning. I switched it off and used the time to think about the way Eldon Mate had died.