“Let me show you.”
John walked back up to the body where Glenn had squatted his round-self next to.
“Can we turn him over for Anthony?” asked John, looking at Mike.
“I have everything I need,” Mike said.
“Glenn, do us a favor and turn the perp over.”
Glenn grabbed the vic by his jeans and his windbreaker and pulled him over towards himself. Ray’s head lolled all the way to his right side again. This time I could see his left profile. There was a dark and matted burgundy dent in his skull, just above his left ear. The blood had mostly congealed and Ray’s dark brown hair was matted around it.
“What do you figure did that Mike?” I asked.
Mike shrugged and looked down at Ray’s face.
“Bottle of Smuckers grape jelly?”
He grinned at me.
“So Ray was out here having a picnic and somehow smeared his face with grape jelly?”
“Okay, seriously. Probably a heavy blunt object.”
I looked over at John.
“Seriously? This is your best crime scenes’ guy?”
I nodded my head over at Mike.
“That’s brilliant, ’cos I was thinking maybe it was marshmallow or maybe even a nerf ball.”
“Gentleman, Anthony.”
I knew that voice. Like honey on my ears. I was buzzing and my heart was a flower blossoming. I turned to look at the coroner.
“This is why I get up in the morning to grisly scenes like this,” I said.
“Can I take him away?” asked Dr. Stratham.
John nodded.
“Sure, we don’t need him anymore.”
I winked at Emily as she walked by in her overalls, two body men with her, carrying a stretcher. She smiled at me as she looked over her shoulder in my direction.
“Damn, what did you do to earn the favors of that,” said John.
“It’s all in my winning charm.”
Mike rolled over a large rock towards me. It was the size of a softball or grapefruit, but not as smooth or round.
“You taking to soccer now?”
Mike grinned from up in the clouds, his height seemingly growing by the minute.
“Nah, that’s your murder weapon. Well, not that one exactly, but one like it, which I have a hunch the perp left here somewhere in the park.”
I bent down and picked it up. It had heft. I tossed it in my hand a few times. Something like this would definitely do the trick.
“Yeah, I like this. Means it was a crime of passion. Something heated happened here that got out of control.”
John nodded.
“You wondering why a guy would be out here like this by himself this early in the morning?”
“Thought crossed my mind,” I said, taking a sip of coffee. “Maybe he was out for a morning jog.”
“In jeans?”
I shrugged. I didn’t really think he was out here jogging. But I was playing along with John.
“To each his own.”
John shook his head.
“No, Anthony. Guys come out here, married men, to suck cock.”
I nearly spat out my coffee.
“Jesus, John, I’m trying to drink here.”
John laughed out loud. He thought my reaction was extremely funny.
“I’m just saying. That’s what guys come out here for. The neighbors will deny it, but you wait. We’re gonna get his computer and we’re gonna find him on one of these married-guys-seeking-guys-for-quickies sites.”
I looked down at my hands. They were still covered with the white gloves, like I was just about to do a prostate exam. I felt seedy, just standing here. The soil stained beneath my feet with God knows what sorts of bodily fluids. The worst of it all being the cheating and lying.
“Well then, we have a slam dunk,” I said, regaining my composure. “But I don’t see any spent condoms or other garbage around here.”
“Did you look in the garbage can when you came in?” asked Mike.
“No,” I said, shaking my head.
“Don’t bother, nothing in there of note.”
“Thing is, Anthony,” said John. “These guys live around here for the most part. They’re rich, powerful men who need these indiscretions kept discreet, so what comes in with them goes out with them when they leave.”
“How do you know about all of this, John. Something you keeping from me about your personal life?”
“Hey now, that’s a low blow. No, we’ve received some anonymous tips on occasion and patrol has been sent out here to check things out.”
“Well, you find out who he came out here to meet and you’ve got your man on the grassy knoll,” I said. “Why’d you even bring me along for the ride. Not that I’m not grateful.”
“I miss working with you, pal. And besides as the Captain of Homicide, I can spend the allocated consulting funds how I please.”
“Well, gosh, I’m forever in your debt.”
“Yeah, and that.”
“I’d like to speak to the witness who called this in. Ms...”
“Antonucci,” said Mike.
“Yeah, her. I’d like to talk to her about it,” I said.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” said John. “I’ll get her info to you and you can probably sit down with her this morning.”
I nodded and finished my coffee.
“I’m gonna go and work on a warrant for the vic’s computer, then we can go and visit the grieving widow.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The coroner walked past, after her two body men who were carrying Ray on the stretcher.
“Don’t be stranger,” she said to me.
“I won’t.”
I watched her walk back to the coroner’s van and then get into her Prius. I felt weak at the knees. Even in overalls she looked smoking.
“Glenn,” said John.
Glenn looked up at his Captain.
“Get Anthony the witness's details,” he said.
Glenn wrote some information on a piece of paper at the back of his notebook. He tore it off and handed it to me. I looked at it. It said, “Naomi Antonucci, 505 Parkwood Drive. 310-555-9332.”
I was parked on North Parkwood Drive, and it wasn’t long enough to have a 500 block, or so I figured.
“Where is this place, Glenn?”
“Well, this here is North Parkwood Drive,” he said to me, pointing behind me where my car was parked.
“Yeah,” I said, “I parked there.”
“Right, but it kinda zags left up there by North Mapleton and then heads north again. I figure the house is up at the end up there.”
Now he was pointing past where Ray had not five minutes before been lying, stone cold dead. I didn’t think Glenn was the finest traffic cop but I had an idea where he was sending me.
“I think I’ll drive,” I said, mostly to myself.
“You’re getting soft Anthony. A walk will do you good.”
“Nope, I don’t think so. Marlboros and walking don’t go together so well.”
I popped open the lid from my finished coffee and took off my gloves. I bunched them into the coffee mug and then put the lid back on. John was on the phone, cops were milling around amongst a few crime scenes guys.
“Mike, we’ve got something here,” said one of his guys. He walked off to check it out. I fished out my phone and dialed Naomi’s number. An Hispanic woman, sounding older, maybe in her sixties answered.
“Can I speak with Naomi Antonucci?”
“Yes, who is it?”
“My name’s Anthony Carrick, I’m with the Los Angeles Police Department.”
“One moment, please.”
I didn’t have to wait long. In the meantime I watched Mike head over to his guy and they had a huddle around a rock. Like the one he was kicking over to me earlier. Mike nodded, I couldn’t hear them. His guy put it in a big plastic bag. That must be the weapon of opportunity I figured.
“Hello?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Hi, Naomi, Anthony Carrick,here. I’m with the LAPD and I’m just here at De Neve Park. I’d like to come and speak with you about the victim you called in earlier this morning.”
“Okay.”
She sounded like she wasn’t sure. Like if she had a choice, she’d rather have said no.
“How about in five minutes?”
“Okay.”
“Good, I’ll see you then.”
I hung up the phone and looked around. This was one hell of an opulent neighborhood. I thought something like this would likely ruffle folks’ feathers around here. The big orange was moldy in places, but folks like these didn’t like to look under the seams. That bright shiny sheen was what they liked to live in. Like a bubble that was gonna slowly burst and everyone was going to get gum on their face.
John was just getting off the phone. I walked up to him.
“I’ve gotta get going. Another homicide from last night just came in. I’ll catch up with you later,” he said.
“Sure will.”
I walked back to my car and tossed my coffee cup into the trash on my way out of the park. I got in and drove to the address I had already memorized. I parked outside the gates and had to get out of my car to reach the buzzer. Nobody spoke to me, but the gates opened up and I drove in. Must have been my winning charm again.
I walked up to the main doors and just as I knocked, the old Hispanic woman answered. She was wearing a one piece pale blue dress with apron that came down below her knees. She was stocky and short with black hair. That was about the only thing that wasn’t natural. She smiled at me.
“Detective Carrick,” she said. “Please, come this way.”
I didn’t correct her but I did follow her into a large living room where a woman sat on a large, hard-looking couch. She had on blue yoga pants and a tight white yoga top. Over that she wore a blue jacket, but it was mostly undone. Her bosom was not a gift from the gods, but manmade. But bespoke, you could tell, not like the ladies down on Ventura Boulevard.
She got up and walked over to me. She was slender and graceful like a dancer but not a professional dancer, maybe more like one whose dance partner is a pole. Though I bet she’d left that a long time ago. She held out her hand. Delicate fingers with a French manicure.
“Detective,” she said.
“Please, call me Anthony. You must be Ms. Antonucci?”
“Mrs. but you can call me Naomi. Would you like something to drink?”
Her hand was warm and soft in mine and it disappeared in my mitt like an easy flyball.
“Water would be great.”
She nodded at the old lady who had invited me in and she disappeared.
“Please sit, Anthony.”
I sat and took off my fedora, placing it next to me. She sat across from me and picked up her bottle of Perrier. The Hispanic lady came back in and handed me my own green bottle.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Thank you, Maria,” said Naomi. Her voice cool as the bottle in my hands as it started to sweat.
Maria left and I looked over at Naomi. The house was big. I felt small in it. It had no personality. Even the cancer ward was warmer and friendlier than this place. I opened my bottle and took a swig. The fizz bit the back of my throat. I coughed and she smiled at me.
“What happened to Ray?” she asked.
“You knew him?”
She nodded.
“We’re reasonably close here as a community. Ray owned a series of high end car dealerships. In fact he got me a great deal on my Cayenne.”
“That’s nice,” I said, trying to feign interest and enthusiasm.
Naomi looked to her right and out the window into an expansive yard, smoother than a putting green.
“So, what happened to him?” she asked again.
I figured I need to rock her world a little bit to get somewhere with her.
“Well, that’s what we’re trying to figure out. But can you think of any reason why someone would want to beat him to death with a rock.”
She looked back at me then, and a wave of horror crawled up and down her like fire ants. But she controlled it pretty quickly. She shook her head.
“That’s awful,” she said. “Ray seemed like such a nice guy. I can’t imagine anyone doing that to him.”
“Do you know why he might be out in the park late at night?”
That question wobbled her center again, but she steadied herself. She took a sip of water from her expensive bottle.
“No, that seems strange.”
She didn’t look at me when she said it. And the way she said it I knew that she knew what went on in that park at night.
“Can you tell me anything else about Ray?”
“Like what?”
“Well, tell me about his family.”
“We’re not that close. We’re close as a community, doesn’t mean that we hang out with each other all the time.”
“Seems like some of the men do,” I thought to myself.
“Ray has a wife and a son. His son still lives with them, he’s going to UCLA but I forget what he’s studying. His wife’s older than me. We don’t really hang out at the same places.”
“Do you have any problems in this community much, Mrs. Antonucci?”
“No, Mr. Carrick, that’s why we live here. With wealth comes some distance from the, um...”
She was looking for just the right word to use. I didn’t think she wanted to insult me and she knew I was a working stiff.
“Distance from the struggles that life can sometimes throw your way.”
I smiled at her and took a sip of water. It bit me in the back of the throat again.
“You should run for office.”
“I rather prefer anonymity,” she said.
“Do you know where Ray used to live?” I asked.
She nodded.
“The Hopes live across the road and two houses down. You can’t miss it, it has a tennis court right up against the edge of the property.”
“Just before I go; you said you’d been coming back from your run this morning when you found him. Is that right?”
“Yes, I’ll sometimes stop in the park to do some stretching before I walk the rest of the way. And that’s when I saw him. Well, I saw his feet sticking out and I went to investigate. There he was, poor man, face down in the dirt.”
“So he was on his stomach?”
“Yes, just like I told 911 when I called it in. Why are you asking me these same questions? This whole experience has been quite upsetting.”
“Because I enjoy your company.”
She smiled at me. The only real warmth I’d felt in that home the whole visit.
“How was his body positioned?” I asked.
She looked up at the ceiling trying to recall.
“I don’t know. He was lying on his stomach, his legs were straight out and his arms were by his side.”
“Which way was his face looking?”
She blew air up towards her bangs.
“I don’t know. I don’t remember. He was dead and I got scared and ran home and then called 911.”
“Did you notice any injuries or blood?”
She shook her head.
“Was he messy, dirty, or did he look reasonably clean.”
“I don’t remember. I think he was clean.”
“Was he dressed?”
“Mr. Carrick, what are you inferring?”
“You know what I’m inferring, Naomi. Some of the men in this neighborhood like to meet out at that park, sometimes late at night for, what would you call it?”
I looked at her and waited a moment. Her gaze fell to the floor.
“Brotherly love. Does that sound about right?”
She didn’t say anything for a while and then she looked up at me.
“You know, it’s easy for you to come in here with your cavalier attitude and smart remarks, but you don’t k
now what it’s like.”
“I know what it’s like to live lies. Ask my ex about it.”
“No, you don’t. Not really. Sometimes you have to turn a blind eye to get by.”
“So the other one can get plucked out, too?”
I leaned in towards her. My elbows on my knees. I was dangling the Perrier in my hand like it was noosed up.
“Listen, Naomi. I don’t care what a man chooses to do with another man, or a woman or the both of them. So long as nobody’s getting hurt and everything’s on the table. I couldn’t give a nickel for every dime that asked. But rich people, they hide themselves away from the rest of us because they think they’re better than us. But really, you’re worse, you sully yourselves with the dirty ends of toilet paper morality and you think you’re self-made. You’re not self-made, you’re made on the backs of the poor. And that really dents my Buick.”
I looked at her, trying to see how that washed over her. She didn’t seem to mind. She was either used to blunting her feelings or she was using pharmaceuticals for them.
“You know, you’d be welcome here anytime with your tough guy attitude. I find it very exciting.”
She got up from her couch and came and sat next to me. She put her hand on my hand.
“What would your husband think?”
“He wouldn’t know,” she said. “He does what he does and I do what I do.”
“You do who you want to do.”
She smiled. I wanted to slap some sense into her, but I knew that’d only sting my palm. I stood up, reaching for my fedora.
“When is your husband going to be home?”
She sat there on the couch I had just left, clutching her hands together. She was an attractive woman, no doubt. But I had a feeling she knew the insides of too many bedrooms and the stipple of too many ceilings.
“My husband should be home by eight.”
“Good, I’d like to come by for a visit.”
She looked up at me then with the faintest frown wrinkling her botoxed forehead.
“You don’t play for their team, do you?”
It was a sincere question, but some folks just don’t get it.
“I fight for truth, justice and the American way, Naomi. There’s been a homicide in your neighborhood. Your neighbor’s dead and you’re worried about who I sleep with on cold winter nights.”
I shook my head and started walking towards the front door.
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