Around 9.30am, Lieutenant Tamura came into the squad room with a piece of paper in her hand and walked straight over to Evie’s desk. Evie had spent the last 30 minutes, in between calls to Lisa and Reed, looking through the electronic mug books, trying to see if she could find pictures of the two men who were with McCaffrey at the club the other night.
“Taylor. What is this?” Evie looked up and then at the piece of paper and then back to the Lieutenant. She guessed that the piece of paper was her transfer request.
“I’m sorry Lieutenant. I probably should have spoken to you first but … well… my mind’s made up. I think a transfer to another Division might be…”
“Why? Did something happen between you and Reed. Did he…”
“What? No. Not at all. Reed has been.. he’s been great… and entirely professional. It’s me. It’s.. it’s personal. I just think a transfer would be a good idea.”
“What does Reed say about this? What does your Dad say about it?” Evie stared at her but said nothing.
“You haven’t told them? Either of them?” Tamura shook her head.
“Yeah. I know. I was going to talk to Reed this morning but… I’ll do it when he comes in.”
“This sits on my desk until I know you’ve had a conversation with both Reed and your father.” And with that she turned and walked back out of the squad room.
At around midday, Evie’s phone rang. It was the desk with a call from CHP. Evie was a little puzzled but she agreed to take the call. She identified herself and then listened. Had anyone been watching her, they would have seen her eyes widening and her color draining from her. All she said in the end was “okay” and then slowly she replaced the receiver. She looked around the squad room. There was no-one around that she particularly wanted to have this conversation with. She stood up and walked out into the corridor and headed for the Vice squad room, where she hoped she would find her brother. She saw him as soon as she opened the door, sat at his desk, head down, reading some report. She walked across quietly, barely noticing the couple of guys who watched her and then began a hushed conversation between themselves on what they had heard the day before.
“James… you busy?”
“Always… why? What do you need?” James looked up from his desk and saw Evie’s expression. “What’s wrong?”
“I just got a call from CHP. About six hours ago, a group of college kids stumbled across a body in the desert. About 30 miles outside of Barstow. From the preliminary CSI reports, it looks similar to two other murders they’ve had in the last few weeks. All three women raped, beaten, tortured, killed and then the bodies were dumped in the middle of nowhere. This one… this one is much worse than the first two apparently. The first two were both street girls… good looking… high end apparently… but both from right here in LA.”
“And this one?”
“Well… I think that’s why they called me and not you. One of the uniforms in Barstow thinks he's recognized her from the Academy.”
“Fuck…” James stood up. “It’s got to be a mistake. Hasn’t she been here all day, on duty?” Evie shook her head. “She didn’t come in this morning. I tried calling. No answer. I called Reed but he’s not answering either.”
“Okay. Have you got your car?” Evie nodded. “Meet me in the garage in 10 minutes.”
“Where are we going?”
“Barstow. We need to make a positive ID.” Evie nodded. “James. You don’t think Reed… ?” James looked at her but said nothing. He couldn’t deny that it was possible but it was hard to imagine that Reed was gone too. Then again Lisa’s record with partners recently…
“Let’s worry about one body at a time shall we. We need to confirm that the one we have is Lisa before we go jumping to any conclusions.”
Fifteen minutes later, James walked into the garage and found Evie waiting next o her car.
“You're late.”
“So sue me. I had a few things to sort out and a few calls to make. Barstow sent me the files on the first two girls.” He walked up to where Evie was standing at the driver’s door and handed her the freshly constructed brown files. As Evie took the files, James slipped the keys out of her other hand and smiled. “I’ll drive.” Evie was going to object, but then decided there was probably no point. She sighed and nodded. And it meant that she could read the files that James was already familiar with.
Twenty minutes later they were on the way out of the City.
“So… you wanna tell me about McCaffrey then?” James asked the question completely out of the blue and it took Evie by surprise. Her head snapped up from the file and she glared at him. James glanced at her, knowing that this wasn’t going to be a simple conversation.
“What? No! I don’t! We have rules about that remember?”
“Yeah… and good luck in getting Steve to follow those rules right now. It took me everything I had to stop him from driving round to your place last night and tearing you a new one.”
“What?” Evie could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Hang on a minute… Who I am sleeping with has nothing to do with Steve, or you, or Dad. We agreed this years ago. I don’t say anything about who you’re…”
“Yeah... but this is McCaffrey for Christ’s sake. I mean Zach Whitman is one thing.. and one thing Dad wasn’t to pleased about I can tell you. But McCaffrey?” James wasn’t shouting; he simply wanted to try and understand what in the hell his sister was playing at and then maybe he could try and explain it to his father and his brother. Because if he couldn’t then Evie was in a pile of trouble.
“What the hell has Dad got against Zach Whitman. When Zach’s mom died, his Dad was at our house almost on a weekly basis.”
“I don’t think Sergeant Whitman quite kept a handle on things the way that Dad did after mom left. He certainly didn’t keep much control of little Zach.”
“A few arrests for possession when he was at college is hardly something to crucify the guy with.”
“I think it’s a little more than that these days, Evie. I was talking to Mitch Douglas from the drugs squad last month. Zachary is slowing making himself a reputation and one that is not going to make Daddy proud. But apparently, we don’t have to worry about you and Zach do we… just you and McCaffrey.”
“Just… just leave it James. Please. I think we have more important things to worry about right now.” Evie picked up one of the folders from her lap and waved it a little. James shrugged.
“Okay… for now. But you better find some answers, because the next time you meet up with big brother, the Spanish Inquisition is going to have nothing on him.”
Evie shook her head. But she knew that James was right. She was stalling on a conversation that she knew sooner or later she was going to have to have with her family and with Reed too… if Reed was still… She shook her head, telling herself not to think like that.
Two hours later they were both getting back into the Mustang which had been parked in the Barstow police station car park pretty much since they arrived. They had been to the ME’s office and had made the formal identification of Lisa Tataglia. Evie wasn’t sure that she had ever seen a woman’s body more badly beaten. Working Vice, for James, this was not a new experience, but the fact that it was someone he knew – at least a little – and the fact that it was a cop, made it different. They’d spent an hour with Barstow detectives and CHP, neither of whom had much to go on at all. Everything they had was in the files that they had sent. No evidence of anything except the injuries to the bodies. Systematic beatings. Systematic torture. The first two girls had both been high end call girls who had relatively recently broken into porn movies. They’d both made three, each one of the increasingly rough and violent with elements of bondage and domination in them all. The movies had all been made by a LA company, Top Hat Productions. The company had checked out. Everything perfectly legal. Fully licensed and legitimate. Proper taxes returned. They were still waiting for a report to come back which identified the shareholders of Snow Productions. But no-one understood the link with Lisa.
James and Evie drove back almost in silence. Occasionally, one would put a supposition out there, a proposal, a possible explanation, and the other would dismiss it, tear a whole in it. Nothing made sense. Evie tried Reed’s phone another half a dozen times during the time they were in Barstow and during the drive back. Instead of heading straight back to the station, James went via the marina, and they check to see if Reed was at home. They found nothing. No sign of any trouble. The boat seemed perfectly secure and from what they could see nothing was inappropriately out of place inside. As James pointed out though, either Tome cleaned up pretty quick after fixing his leak this morning or… there was no leak. Both of them were no less concerned having checked out Reed’s boat.
As they were driving back to the station, it was nearly 6pm. When they got back to the station, both James and Lisa went back to the Vice squad room. While they were waiting for the others to get back, they might as well keep looking at the files they had. They had been in about 10 minutes when one of James' team came in and asked them if they had heard about the bust at the warehouse. Both of them looked bemused so the detective gave them a verbal report of what had happened.
“Taylor. What is this?” Evie looked up and then at the piece of paper and then back to the Lieutenant. She guessed that the piece of paper was her transfer request.
“I’m sorry Lieutenant. I probably should have spoken to you first but … well… my mind’s made up. I think a transfer to another Division might be…”
“Why? Did something happen between you and Reed. Did he…”
“What? No. Not at all. Reed has been.. he’s been great… and entirely professional. It’s me. It’s.. it’s personal. I just think a transfer would be a good idea.”
“What does Reed say about this? What does your Dad say about it?” Evie stared at her but said nothing.
“You haven’t told them? Either of them?” Tamura shook her head.
“Yeah. I know. I was going to talk to Reed this morning but… I’ll do it when he comes in.”
“This sits on my desk until I know you’ve had a conversation with both Reed and your father.” And with that she turned and walked back out of the squad room.
At around midday, Evie’s phone rang. It was the desk with a call from CHP. Evie was a little puzzled but she agreed to take the call. She identified herself and then listened. Had anyone been watching her, they would have seen her eyes widening and her color draining from her. All she said in the end was “okay” and then slowly she replaced the receiver. She looked around the squad room. There was no-one around that she particularly wanted to have this conversation with. She stood up and walked out into the corridor and headed for the Vice squad room, where she hoped she would find her brother. She saw him as soon as she opened the door, sat at his desk, head down, reading some report. She walked across quietly, barely noticing the couple of guys who watched her and then began a hushed conversation between themselves on what they had heard the day before.
“James… you busy?”
“Always… why? What do you need?” James looked up from his desk and saw Evie’s expression. “What’s wrong?”
“I just got a call from CHP. About six hours ago, a group of college kids stumbled across a body in the desert. About 30 miles outside of Barstow. From the preliminary CSI reports, it looks similar to two other murders they’ve had in the last few weeks. All three women raped, beaten, tortured, killed and then the bodies were dumped in the middle of nowhere. This one… this one is much worse than the first two apparently. The first two were both street girls… good looking… high end apparently… but both from right here in LA.”
“And this one?”
“Well… I think that’s why they called me and not you. One of the uniforms in Barstow thinks he's recognized her from the Academy.”
“Fuck…” James stood up. “It’s got to be a mistake. Hasn’t she been here all day, on duty?” Evie shook her head. “She didn’t come in this morning. I tried calling. No answer. I called Reed but he’s not answering either.”
“Okay. Have you got your car?” Evie nodded. “Meet me in the garage in 10 minutes.”
“Where are we going?”
“Barstow. We need to make a positive ID.” Evie nodded. “James. You don’t think Reed… ?” James looked at her but said nothing. He couldn’t deny that it was possible but it was hard to imagine that Reed was gone too. Then again Lisa’s record with partners recently…
“Let’s worry about one body at a time shall we. We need to confirm that the one we have is Lisa before we go jumping to any conclusions.”
Fifteen minutes later, James walked into the garage and found Evie waiting next o her car.
“You're late.”
“So sue me. I had a few things to sort out and a few calls to make. Barstow sent me the files on the first two girls.” He walked up to where Evie was standing at the driver’s door and handed her the freshly constructed brown files. As Evie took the files, James slipped the keys out of her other hand and smiled. “I’ll drive.” Evie was going to object, but then decided there was probably no point. She sighed and nodded. And it meant that she could read the files that James was already familiar with.
Twenty minutes later they were on the way out of the City.
“So… you wanna tell me about McCaffrey then?” James asked the question completely out of the blue and it took Evie by surprise. Her head snapped up from the file and she glared at him. James glanced at her, knowing that this wasn’t going to be a simple conversation.
“What? No! I don’t! We have rules about that remember?”
“Yeah… and good luck in getting Steve to follow those rules right now. It took me everything I had to stop him from driving round to your place last night and tearing you a new one.”
“What?” Evie could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Hang on a minute… Who I am sleeping with has nothing to do with Steve, or you, or Dad. We agreed this years ago. I don’t say anything about who you’re…”
“Yeah... but this is McCaffrey for Christ’s sake. I mean Zach Whitman is one thing.. and one thing Dad wasn’t to pleased about I can tell you. But McCaffrey?” James wasn’t shouting; he simply wanted to try and understand what in the hell his sister was playing at and then maybe he could try and explain it to his father and his brother. Because if he couldn’t then Evie was in a pile of trouble.
“What the hell has Dad got against Zach Whitman. When Zach’s mom died, his Dad was at our house almost on a weekly basis.”
“I don’t think Sergeant Whitman quite kept a handle on things the way that Dad did after mom left. He certainly didn’t keep much control of little Zach.”
“A few arrests for possession when he was at college is hardly something to crucify the guy with.”
“I think it’s a little more than that these days, Evie. I was talking to Mitch Douglas from the drugs squad last month. Zachary is slowing making himself a reputation and one that is not going to make Daddy proud. But apparently, we don’t have to worry about you and Zach do we… just you and McCaffrey.”
“Just… just leave it James. Please. I think we have more important things to worry about right now.” Evie picked up one of the folders from her lap and waved it a little. James shrugged.
“Okay… for now. But you better find some answers, because the next time you meet up with big brother, the Spanish Inquisition is going to have nothing on him.”
Evie shook her head. But she knew that James was right. She was stalling on a conversation that she knew sooner or later she was going to have to have with her family and with Reed too… if Reed was still… She shook her head, telling herself not to think like that.
Two hours later they were both getting back into the Mustang which had been parked in the Barstow police station car park pretty much since they arrived. They had been to the ME’s office and had made the formal identification of Lisa Tataglia. Evie wasn’t sure that she had ever seen a woman’s body more badly beaten. Working Vice, for James, this was not a new experience, but the fact that it was someone he knew – at least a little – and the fact that it was a cop, made it different. They’d spent an hour with Barstow detectives and CHP, neither of whom had much to go on at all. Everything they had was in the files that they had sent. No evidence of anything except the injuries to the bodies. Systematic beatings. Systematic torture. The first two girls had both been high end call girls who had relatively recently broken into porn movies. They’d both made three, each one of the increasingly rough and violent with elements of bondage and domination in them all. The movies had all been made by a LA company, Top Hat Productions. The company had checked out. Everything perfectly legal. Fully licensed and legitimate. Proper taxes returned. They were still waiting for a report to come back which identified the shareholders of Snow Productions. But no-one understood the link with Lisa.
James and Evie drove back almost in silence. Occasionally, one would put a supposition out there, a proposal, a possible explanation, and the other would dismiss it, tear a whole in it. Nothing made sense. Evie tried Reed’s phone another half a dozen times during the time they were in Barstow and during the drive back. Instead of heading straight back to the station, James went via the marina, and they check to see if Reed was at home. They found nothing. No sign of any trouble. The boat seemed perfectly secure and from what they could see nothing was inappropriately out of place inside. As James pointed out though, either Tome cleaned up pretty quick after fixing his leak this morning or… there was no leak. Both of them were no less concerned having checked out Reed’s boat.
As they were driving back to the station, it was nearly 6pm. When they got back to the station, both James and Lisa went back to the Vice squad room. While they were waiting for the others to get back, they might as well keep looking at the files they had. They had been in about 10 minutes when one of James' team came in and asked them if they had heard about the bust at the warehouse. Both of them looked bemused so the detective gave them a verbal report of what had happened.