Joanie looked put out but didnt say so.
Give me a second, she said and wandered back down the hall.
Keri looked at Ray, who shook his head in shared disgust.
You mind if I wait in the car? Keri said. Im worried Im going to say somethingunproductive to Joanie.
Go ahead. I got this. Maybe you can call Edgerton and see if he can bend the rules to access their social media accounts.
Raymond Sands, my stars, she said, rediscovering a bit of her sense of humor. You seem to be adopting some of my more questionable law enforcement methods. I think I like it.
She turned on her heel and walked off before he could respond. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the men two doors down were all watching her. She zipped up her jacket, suddenly aware of the cold. Late November in Los Angeles was pretty tame, but with the sun gone, the temperature was in the low fifties. And all those eyes on her added an extra shiver.
When she got to the car, she turned and leaned with her back against it so she could maintain a good view of both Lanies house and her neighbors as she dialed Edgertons number.
Edgerton here, came the enthusiastic voice of Kevin Edgerton, the units youngest detective. He may have been only twenty-eight, but the tall, lanky kid was a tech genius who was responsible for cracking many cases.
In fact, hed been instrumental in helping Keri get in touch with the Collector while shielding her own identity. Keri imagined that right now, he was brushing the longish brown bangs out of his eyes. Why he didnt just get his sloppy, millennial hair cut was beyond her, as were most of his technical abilities.
Hey, Kevin, its Keri. I need a favor. I want you to see if you can access a couple of social media accounts for me. One is for Sarah Caldwell from Westchester, age sixteen. The other is Lanie Joseph, Culver City, also sixteen. And please dont give me a hassle over warrants and probable cause. Were dealing with exigent circumstances here and
Got it, Edgerton interrupted.
What? Already? Keri asked, stunned.
Well, not Caldwell. All her accounts are password-protected and require her approval to view. I can crack them if you need. But Im hoping we can avoid any sticky legal situations just using Josephs stuff. Shes an open book. Anyone can look at her pages. Im doing it now.
Do they say anything about where she was today after about noon? Keri asked, as she noticed three of the men from the Corvette driveway walking toward her.
The two other men remained behind, their focus on Ray, who was still standing at the Hart front door, waiting for Joanie to find a recent photo of her daughter. Keri readjusted herself slightly so that even though she was still leaning against the car, her weight was more evenly distributed in case she had to move suddenly.
She hasnt posted on Facebook since last night but there are a bunch of posts on Instagram of her with another girl, Im assuming Caldwell. Theyre from the Fox Hills Mall. Ones in a clothing store. Anothers at a makeup counter. The last one is of her at what looks like a food court table, eating a pretzel. The caption says yummy. Its from two oh six p.m.
The three men were crossing into the Harts yard now and were less than twenty feet from Keri.
Thanks, Kevin. One last thing Im going to send you cell phone numbers for both girls. Im betting the GPS was shut off in both of them but I need you to track their last known location before that happened, she said as the men came to a stop in front of her. Ive got to go. Ill get back to you if I need more.
Keri hung up before he could respond and slid the phone into her pocket. Along the way, she inconspicuously unsnapped the holster of her weapon.
Glancing at the men but not saying a word, she still leaned against the car but lifted her right leg so that her foot rested against the vehicle. That way she would have extra power if she needed to propel herself forward.
Evening, gentlemen, she finally said in a firm, friendly tone, a little nippy out tonight, dont you think?
One of them, clearly the alpha, sniggered and turned to his friends. Did this bitch just say it was nipply? He was Hispanic, short, and a little paunchy in the face, but his bulky flannel shirt hid his frame, making it hard for Keri to tell what she might be up against. The other guys were both tall and skinny with the shirts hanging off skeletal frames. One was white and the other was Hispanic. Keri took a moment to appreciate the racial diversity of this particular street gang before deciding to exploit it.
You guys letting white boys in these days? she asked, nodding at the odd man out. What? Hard to find enough brown-skinned members willing to take orders from you?
Keri didnt love playing this card but she needed something to create division among them and she knew a lot of these gangs were very particular about membership requirements.
That mouth is gonna get you in trouble, lady, the Alpha hissed.
Yeah, trouble, repeated the tall white guy. The tall Hispanic guy remained silent.
You always go around repeating what your boss says? Keri asked the white guy. You pick up any trash he drops on the ground too?
The two men glanced at each other. Keri could tell shed hit a sore spot. Behind them, she saw that Ray had gotten the photo of Lanie and was walking back toward them. The two remaining guys by the Corvette started to step in his direction but he gave them a sharp glare and they stopped in their tracks.
This bitch is rude, the white guy said, apparently unable to come up with anything more clever.
We may have to teach you some manners, Alpha said.
Keri noticed the tall, quiet Hispanic guy with them tense up at that. And suddenly she understood the dynamic among these three. Alpha was the hothead. White was the follower. Quiet was the peacemaker. He hadnt come over to join in any trouble. He was trying to prevent it. But he hadnt found a way in yet and that was partly Keris fault. She decided to throw him a lifeline and see if hed use it.
You two twins? she asked him as she nodded at White.
He looked at her for a second, clearly unsure what to make of the comment. She gave him a wink and the tension seemed to seep from his body. He almost smiled.
Identical, he answered, taking the opening.
Yo, Carlos, we aint twins, man, White said, not sure whether to be confused or angry.
No, man, Alpha jumped in, temporarily forgetting his anger. Bitch is right. Its hard to tell you two apart. We need to pin some tags on you, right?
He and Carlos laughed and White joined in, although he still looked perplexed.
How we doing over here? Ray asked, startling all three of them. Before they could get riled again, Keri jumped in.
I think were good, she said. Detective Ray Sands, Id like to introduce you to Carlos and his twin brother. And this is their dear friendwhats your name?
Cecil, he said willingly.
This is Cecil. They like Corvettes and chatting older ladies up. But unfortunately, were going to have to leave you to the car repair, gentlemen. Wed like to stay, but you know how it is with LAPD always working. Unless, that is, youd like us to stick around and discuss manners a little more. Would you like that, Cecil?
Cecil took a look at all 230 pounds of Ray, then back at Keri, seemingly unruffled by his insults, and apparently decided hed had enough.
Nah, its aight. Yall go on and do your LAPD thing. We busy with car repair, like you said.