I wasnt lying. Everything I said was true. She could turn up back home any minute and this will be over.
I guess, Keri conceded. But all my instincts are telling me this one isnt going to be that easy.
CHAPTER THREE
Keri sat in the passenger seat on the way to Culver City, quietly flagellating herself. She tried to remind herself that she hadnt done anything wrong. But she was wracked by the guilt of forgetting something as simple as today not being a school day. Even Ray hadnt been able to hide his surprise at it.
She was losing touch with the parent part of her and it scared her. How long would it be before she forgot other, more personal details? A few weeks ago, shed been given anonymous clues which led to a photo of a teenage girl. But Keri, much to her shame, hadnt been able to tell if it was Evie.
True, it had been five years and the picture was grainy and taken from far away. But the fact that she just didnt immediately know if the photo was of her daughter or not had shaken her. Even after the units resident tech guru, Detective Kevin Edgerton, had told her that his digital comparison of the picture to photos of Evie at eight years old was inconclusive for a match, her sense of shame lingered.
I should have just known. A good mother would have known if it was real right away.
Were here, Ray said quietly, snapping her out of her reverie.
Keri looked up and realized they were parked just up the street from Lanie Josephs house. The Caldwells had been right. This area, while less than five miles from their home, was much rougher-looking.
It was still only 5:30, but the sun had already mostly set and the temperature was dropping. Small groups of young men in gang attire were gathering in driveways and on stoops, drinking beers and smoking what didnt look like cigarettes. Most of the lawns were more brown than green and the sidewalks were cracked everywhere, with weeds fighting their way through the spaces. Most of the residences on the block looked to be townhouses or duplexes and all of them had bars on the windows and heavy metal screen doors.
What do you think should we call Culver City PD for backup? Ray asked. Technically, were out of our jurisdiction.
Nah. Itll take too long and I want to stay low profile, get in and out. The more formal we make this, the longer its going to take. If something did happen to Sarah, we dont have time to waste.
Okay, then lets get to it, he said.
They got out of the car and walked briskly to the address Mariela Caldwell had given them. Lanie lived in the front of a two-unit townhouse on Corinth, just south of Culver Boulevard. The 405 freeway was so close that Keri could identify the hair color of passing drivers.
As Ray knocked on the outer metal door, Keri glanced two houses over at five men huddled around the engine of a Corvette sitting on blocks in the driveway. Several of them cast suspicious looks at the interlopers but no one said anything.
The sound of multiple kids screeching came from inside. After a minute, the inner door was opened by a small blond boy who couldnt have been more than five. He wore holes-pocked jeans and a white T-shirt with a homemade Superman-style S scrawled on it.
He stared up at Ray, his neck craning all the way back. Then he looked over at Keri, and apparently viewing her as less threatening, he spoke.
What you want, lady?
Keri sensed that the kid didnt get a lot of sweetness and light in his life, so she knelt down to his level and spoke in as gentle a voice as she could muster.
Were police officers. We need to speak to your mommy for a minute.
The kid, unfazed, turned and shouted back into the house.
Mom. Cops are here. Want to talk to you. Apparently this wasnt the first time hed had a visit from law enforcement.
Keri saw Ray glance over at the guys around the Corvette and without looking herself, asked him quietly, We got a problem over there?
Not yet, Ray answered under his breath. But we could soon. We should make this quick.
What kind of cops are you? the little boy demanded. No uniforms. You undercover? You detectives?
Detectives, Ray told him and apparently deciding the boy didnt need to be coddled, asked his own question. Whens the last time you saw Lanie?
Oh, Lanies in trouble again, he said, a gleeful grin consuming his face. No surprise there. She left at lunchtime to see her smart friend. I guess she was hoping some of it would rub off on her. Dont bet on it.
Just then a woman wearing sweatpants and a heavy, gray sweatshirt that said Keep Walking appeared at the end of the hall. As she lumbered toward them Keri took her in. She was about Keris height but weighed well over 200 pounds.
Her pale skin seemed to merge with the gray sweatshirt, making it impossible to clearly tell where one ended and the other began. Her grayish-blonde hair was pulled back in a loose bun that was in danger of falling apart completely.
Keri guessed that she was younger than forty but her exhausted, worn face could have passed for fifty. She had bags under her eyes and her puffy face was dotted with gin blossoms, possibly alcohol-induced. It was clear that she had once been quite attractive but the weight of life seemed to have drained her and you could only see flashes of pretty around the edges now.
Whats she done now? the woman asked, even less surprised than her son to see police at her door.
Youre Mrs. Joseph? Keri asked.
I havent been Mrs. Joseph for seven years. Thats when Mr. Joseph left me for a massage therapist named Kayley. Now Im Mrs. Hart, although Mr. Hart cleared out without a proper goodbye about eighteen months ago. But its too much trouble to change the name again so Im stuck with it for now.
So youre Lanie Josephs mother, Ray said, trying to get her on track. But your name is?
Joanie Hart. Im the mother of five hellions, including the one youre here about. So what exactly did she do this time?
Were not sure shes done anything, Ms. Hart, Keri assured her, not wanting to create unnecessary conflict with a woman who was clearly comfortable with it. But the parents of her friend Sarah Caldwell havent been able to reach her and theyre worried. Have you heard from Lanie since about noon today?
Joanie Hart looked at her like she was from another planet.
I dont keep tabs like that, she said. I was working all day; 7-Eleven doesnt close just cuz yesterday was Thanksgiving, you know? I only got back about a half hour ago. So I dont know where she is. But thats not special. Shes gone half the time and she never tells me where shes going. That one loves to keep secrets. I think shes got some guy she doesnt want me to know about.
Did she ever mention this guys name?
Like I said, I dont even know if he exists. Im just saying I wouldnt put it past her. She likes to do things to piss me off. But Im too tired or busy to get angry so that pisses her off. You know how it is, she said, looking at Keri, who had no idea how it was.
Keri felt her anger rising at this woman who didnt seem to know or care where her daughter was. Joanie hadnt asked about her well-being or expressed any concern at all. Ray seemed to sense how she was feeling and spoke before she could.
Can we get Lanies phone number and a recent photo of her, please? he asked.
Joanie looked put out but didnt say so.