"Push me again," Grand said through his teeth. "Please."
Hannah hurried toward them. "Stop this!" She eased her hands, then her arms, between the men.
The men continued to glare at each other.
"Jim, please," Hannah said. "We don't have time for this."
Grand released Gearhart. Gearhart stepped back.
"When this is over, we settle up," Gearhart said, thickly.
Grand flipped the knife over and handed it to Gearhart hilt-first. "You know where to find me."
"And I will," Gearhart promised. "Now I don't have time to argue. What buys your cooperation?"
"I want to talk to the National Guard field officer at your base camp," Grand told him. "We can work out details of tranquilizing the cats while we move to intercept them."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Gearhart yelled. "Sedation may not work!"
"I'm an optimist," Grand said. "Let's try it anyway."
Gearhart hesitated, but only for a moment. He pulled the radio from his belt and told the chopper pilot to lower the harness. Then he turned away and radioed Lieutenant Mindar.
As Gearhart talked, Hannah stepped in front of Grand.
"A pair of cowboys, that's what you two are. And I stress the 'boys.'"
"He'll cool down," Grand said. He looked at her. "Listen, Hannah. While we work this out with the National Guard I need you to do some things for me."
"Name them."
"Would you call Joseph? If things don't work out between the National Guard officer and myself, I'll need him to crawl up the command ladder until he finds someone who will listen about saving the cats."
"Okay," she said. "Maybe there are Chumash in the guard ranks. He can go to them."
"Good idea," Grand said. "Then I'd like you to call Dr. Thorpe. Tell her I need to know if there are any geological vents that open up between Hollywood and Beverly Hills. We also have to find out if there are any new sinkholes, maybe in the Hollywood Hills. And is there anyone you can call to find out where the drain pipes and viaducts open up in that same Hollywood-to-Beverly Hills corridor?"
"I'll have my City Hall stringer call the Department of Water and Power in Los Angeles," she said. "But why there?"
"Remember what you said earlier, that the cats might be looking for a remnant of their world?"
"Yes."
"You were right."
"I was?"
Grand nodded. "That's what I was checking over here," he said. "I smelled something before outside your apartment, but I didn't make the connection till now. The cats went to the beach because the wharfs are sealed with pitch. They came up here because of the repair work being done on the roads. Asphalt."
"Pitch and asphalt," Hannah said. "I'm confused."
"Tar," Grand said.
"My God, Jim. Why didn't we think of that before?"
"Because it's not a living place to me. It's a graveyard. But to them it was a buffet."
"I don't follow."
"Eleven thousand years ago Los Angeles was dotted with tar marshes," Grand said. "Rain doesn't mix with tar, so the pits were often covered with water or dust or fallen leaves. Large animals would wade across the pits thinking it was solid ground, or stop for a drink and get trapped. Saber-tooths used to prowl the edges of the marshes, leap onto the backs of the larger animals like ground sloths, long-horned bison, and mammoths, and tear away large chunks of meat before the prey went under."
"How do we know that?"
"Because the cats didn't always get away," Grand said. "Sometimes the animals rolled over and trapped them."
"And those remains are the ones that have been dug from the pits," Hannah said.
"In many cases, yes," Grand said. "Now suppose our saber-tooths were forced to leave the tar pits for some reason. Maybe they were driven out by a series of natural disasters tied to the eruption that eventually trapped them-forest fires or earthquakes or underwater eruptions that sent a tsunami inland. What if they sought refuge on the high ground of the Santa Ynez Mountains until they thought it was safe to return? Maybe it was smoky so they went underground. What if they were trapped in the cave before they could go home?"
"You're a genius," Hannah said. "So they emerged a few days ago, thinking that no time had passed-"
"And continued toward the tar pits," Grand said.
"But why would they have separated into two groups?"
"I'm not sure," Grand said. "Male and female lions often hunt separately, in relatively close proximity. Maybe the females headed to the smell of tar, thinking that vulnerable prey or the saber-tooth males would be there. Maybe they became disoriented and were separated from the males."
"God, what a story," Hannah exclaimed. "Male saber-toothed tigers headed for Beverly Hills."
"Hannah, this is still speculative-"
"I know," she said.
"The worst thing we can do is cause people to panic, start shooting everything that moves."
"I know that too," Hannah said. "And I won't run any of this. But you'll keep me in the loop?"
"Of course."
She handed him a cell phone. "I'm going back to the office. I'll call you on this. See why I carry three phones?"
He put the phone in his jacket pocket. "Because you're obsessive," Grand said. "But I'm glad, Hannah. Thanks for your help. Thanks for everything, Hannah."
She smiled. "Just stay safe, okay? If those cats figure out that they lost their mates, they aren't going to be very happy."
"I know," Grand said.
"And I wouldn't be very happy if I lose you."
Hannah stood on her toes, kissed Grand on the cheek, then quickly walked away.
Grand turned toward Gearhart. The carnage was awful. But there was the future to think about. And for the first time in a long time he had a reason to care whether or not he ended his day as the mummified Brooding Mountain Man.
Chapter Sixty-Six
There was a time, early in the twentieth century, when the long and winding Sunset Boulevard offered spectacular views of the sun as it disappeared into the Pacific. That was before the avenue became so built-up that it was impossible to see the horizon over the homes, trees, and buildings in Beverly Hills and in the Pacific Palisades.
To see breathtaking sunsets, one of the best vantage points in the Los Angeles region is high in the Hollywood Hills. Located north of Los Angeles, the Hollywood Hills are a terminus of the sprawling Coast Ranges, a system comprised of the Sierra Madre Mountains, the San Rafael Mountains, the Santa Ynez Mountains, and many others.
One of the highest and most scenic spots in the Hollywood Hills is the high area where Coldwater Canyon Drive and twisting Mulholland Drive intersect Not only are the sunsets awe-inspiring as they turn the hills and valleys from forest green to flame red, then from brown to black, they're followed by lights winking on across the wide, flat floor of the San Fernando Valley. Rippling heat gives a distinctive shimmer to the tiny white lights as they spread out for miles, more plentiful and brighter than the stars in the skies above.
Six-foot-four-inch Jason Broughton stole a moment from his guests. He pretended to be on his cell phone but what he really wanted was to look across his backyard and savor the view of the valley. He used to be daunted by those lights. When the unemployed actor worked as a valet for a Japanese restaurant on Ventura Boulevard in Sherman Oaks, he would drive into the hills at night and see the lights as places he didn't want to be: the boulevard where he worked, which was a commercial drag that had nothing to do with movies; an apartment he shared on Kester with two other aspiring actors; the valet job at night and clerking at a video store during the day.
Now the thirty-seven-year-old saw the lights as something magnificent. They were the map of a place he owned. After years of clawing his way up from bit parts, Jason Broughton was the star of the smash hour-long adventure series The Legendary Adventures of Mighty Samson. He was the new owner of this sprawling house that once belonged to one of the founders of Hollywood.