‘We need to see all your CCTV footage from last Friday,’ Hunter said wasting no time with frivolous explanations.
‘What exactly are we looking for?’
‘A young woman was abducted last Friday. We have reason to believe she might’ve been abducted from this club. We need to check those tapes.’
Tevez and Stu looked worried for a moment. ‘We might have a problem here, Detective,’ Tevez said.
‘Why?’
‘We only keep our recordings for two, maybe three days; last Friday has been erased.’
‘What? Why?’ Garcia asked with frustration.
‘We have no need to keep it,’ Tevez offered casually. ‘If we had no problems on the night, no fights, no money’s gone missing from the tills, no drug-related incident, we see no point in holding on to the recordings. You see, Detective, everything is digital in this day and age. We have about thirteen cameras recording something like twelve to fifteen hours every night and that uses a hell of a lot of hard-drive space. Once we’re satisfied the night has gone on without a problem, we erase it to make room for the new recordings.’
Both detectives were stunned by Tevez’s statement. Probably the only ever footage of the killer, erased to save disk space. Hunter knew an opportunity like this would never come up again. He turned and faced the monitors.
‘You have no hard copy?’ Garcia questioned.
‘No, as I’ve said, there’s no need.’
‘Wait, can you zoom in on this camera,’ Hunter pointed to the top left monitor.
‘Sure.’ Stu twisted a knob on his desk and the monitor image zoomed in to three times its original size.
‘Who is this?’ Hunter pointed to a long-haired man seated in the VIP area. D-King and Jerome were sitting in front of him.
‘That’s Pietro, one of our barmen, but he’s not supposed to be in the VIP area,’ Tevez replied.
‘We’ll need to talk to him.’
‘Sure, would you like me to call him up here now?’
Hunter looked around the control room. It was hardly an appropriate place for an interview. ‘Do you have another room we could use?’
‘You could use my office, it’s just down the corridor.’
‘Wait until he’s finished talking to whoever it is he’s talking to and then call him up. We’ll wait in your office.’ Hunter didn’t want Tevez to know he’d already made D-King’s acquaintance.
Tevez’s office was small but well decorated. A square mahogany desk sat towards the back of the room. To its right, a neon-illuminated fish tank gave the office a nice personal touch. An array of shelves filled with photographs and books covered the entirety of the east wall. The loud music from the dance floor was muffled but still audible, making the floor under their feet tremble slightly but constantly. They’d been waiting for about five minutes when Pietro came in to greet them.
‘Mr Lopez said you’d like to talk to me,’ Pietro said after the usual introductions.
‘That’s right. Your conversation with Bobby Preston, what was it about?’ Hunter saw no need for beating around the bush.
The look on Pietro’s face told them that he didn’t recognize the name.
‘D-King, your conversation with D-King,’ Garcia clarified.
‘Was it about this girl?’ Hunter showed him Jenny’s picture.
Pietro was visibly nervous. All of a sudden he’d had D-King and the cops asking him questions about Jenny. ‘Yes, he wanted to know if I’d talked to her last Friday.’
‘And did you?’
‘Yes, briefly.’
‘Can you remember what time?’
‘It was around two in the morning.’
‘What did you talk about?’
Pietro felt as if he were in an episode of The Twilight Zone. D-King had just asked him exactly the same questions.
‘Nothing important. She looked tired so I asked her if she wanted a drink. We only chatted for about a minute. I had to get back to serving customers.’
‘Did she have a drink?’
‘Not from me, she had a glass of champagne with her already.’
‘Did she leave after you guys talked?’
‘Not straight away, she hung out by the bar for a while. She said she needed a break from the party. As I said she looked tired.’
‘Did you notice if she talked to anyone else?’
Again, the same questions as D-King’s. ‘Jenny is a very attractive girl. A woman like that hanging by the bar alone on a Friday night is like a magnet for men, so guys always approach her, but there was this one guy…’
‘What about him?’
‘He looked a little different. For starters he was wearing a pretty expensive-looking suit. No one really wears suits in here, except the bosses and some of the VIP guests, especially on Friday and Saturday nights. It looked like he was trying to pick her up, but he had no joy.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Not Jenny’s style. She’ll chat and flirt with everyone, guys and girls, but she’s not the kind of girl you can simply pick up in a nightclub. He chatted to her for a few minutes and then left.’
‘What did this guy look like?’
‘I couldn’t really tell you. I just remember he was tall and very well dressed, but other than that…’ Pietro shook his head. ‘I’m not very good with faces.’
‘Did you see her talking to anyone else?’
‘Not that I can remember, but then again, it was Friday night, I was too busy to really notice.’
‘Can you remember if you’ve ever seen this tall, well-dressed man in here… before or since Friday?’
‘Sorry.’ Another shake of the head. ‘If I have, he didn’t stick out. The only reason I remember him from Friday is because I saw him chatting to Jenny.’
‘Do you know if they left together?’
‘I didn’t see. But as I’ve said before, it’s not Jenny’s style.’
‘Did she seem high or drunk?’
‘Not at all, just tired really.’
Hunter grabbed a card from his beat-up leather wallet. ‘If you ever see the tall guy in here again, stop whatever it is that you’re doing and you call me, do you understand?’
‘Yeah, sure.’ D-King had asked for exactly the same thing.
‘My cell phone number is on the back.’
Pietro examined both sides of Hunter’s card and placed it in his back pocket. ‘She’s not OK, is she?’ he asked with tenderness in his voice.
Hunter hesitated for a moment, but revealing the truth would probably make Pietro keener to help. ‘She’s dead.’
Pietro closed his eyes for an instant. It was hard for him to believe that he would never again see Jenny’s smile or her warm eyes. He would never again hear her soft voice. ‘And you think this tall guy did it?’
‘We don’t know, but it looks like he was the last one to have talked to her.’
Pietro nodded as if he understood what he had to do.
Thirty-Three
The next day started with Hunter and Garcia taking a drive up to George Slater’s house in Brentwood.
‘Wow, this looks nice,’ Garcia said, admiring the striking building. Even by the lofty standards of Hollywood the house was impressive. It was positioned at the end of a narrow lane, shadowed by oak trees. The carved lintels and immaculate white front made the house stand out on a street of distinguished residences. On the east side of the house, overlooking a gorgeous garden was a detached double garage.
‘Being a lawyer has its advantages I guess,’ Hunter replied as he parked his car on the driveway. They made their way along the cobblestone walkway, up the small flight of stairs to the front door and pressed the ‘call’ button on the video-entry system.
‘Yes,’ the reply came just a few seconds later.
Both detectives lifted their badges to the small camera on the wall and introduced themselves.
‘Can you give me just a minute?’ The voice was soft and feminine, but Hunter detected the slight quiver that came from having cried for hours.