The Crucifix Killer - Chris Carter [30]
‘She would’ve called if that was the case and I don’t know what she’d be arrested for, but I guess you better check that out too.’
‘Can I get you anything?’ The question came from a young brunette waitress who’d approached their table.
‘No, I’m OK thanks,’ Culhane said with a dismissive hand gesture and waited until the waitress was out of earshot. ‘Is there anything else I need to know?’ His attention was back on Jerome.
‘Nope, I guess that’s all.’
‘Did she steal any money or something that would’ve given her a reason to disappear?’
‘Not from us.’
‘Gambling debts?’
‘Not that we know of.’
‘Was she involved with anyone else, maybe one of D-King’s competitors?’
‘Nah-ah,’ the reply came with a shake of the head. ‘She was a good girl, probably his best girl. She had no reason to run away.’ He had another sip of his root beer.
‘The good ones are usually the worst.’ Culhane’s comment failed to amuse Jerome. ‘How long has she been with D-King?’
‘Almost three years.’
‘Maybe she’d had enough and she wanted out.’
‘You know the boss doesn’t mind if any of his girls want out. If she’d had enough all she had to do was say it. Plus as I’ve said, she didn’t take any of her stuff with her.’
‘OK, give me twenty-four hours and I’ll see if I can come up with anything.’ Culhane got up ready to leave.
‘Culhane.’
‘Yeah,’ he said turning to face Jerome.
‘D-King wants to keep this quiet, so don’t go flashing her picture around like a pair of tits.’
Culhane nodded and made his way to the door while Jerome reopened the menu on the desserts page.
Sitting inside his car, Culhane had another look at the picture Jerome had given him. The girl was stunning, the sort of girl he’d have to pay a lot of money to sleep with. He tapped the other envelope inside his pocket. Hello, new car, he thought with a wide smile.
Culhane guessed the girl in the photograph was in trouble. D-King was good to his girls, the nice apartments, the expensive clothes, the free drugs, the superstar lifestyle. He’d never heard of any of them running away.
He could start with a hospital search, but that would take way too long. After thinking about it for a few seconds he reached for his cell phone and dialed Peter Talep, a good friend of his who worked for the missing person’s department of the LAPD.
‘Pete, it’s Mark from Narcotics, how’re you doing? I need a small favor . . .’
*
The LAPD Missing Persons Unit was established in 1972. The unit has citywide responsibility for the investigation of adult missing persons with over twenty-five investigative detectives. Peter Talep was one of them.
Peter met Culhane at the lobby of the South Bureau Police Department in 77th Street. Culhane needed a good story to get Peter to search the missing person’s database without raising any eyebrows or putting in an official request. He claimed Jenny was one of his major narcotic informers and sometime in the past seventy-two hours she’d gone missing. Culhane wanted Peter to use his department’s access to check the hospital files.
‘So, do you have a picture of this girl we’re looking for?’ Peter asked.
‘Unfortunately I don’t, that’s why I have to go through the records with you, keeping pictures of informers can lead to a lot of trouble,’ Culhane lied. If D-King wanted to keep this quiet, handing Jenny’s picture to Peter wasn’t a great idea.
‘OK, so what am I looking for?’
‘Caucasian female, around twenty-three, twenty-four, blond hair, blue eyes, stunning looking, if you see her picture you’d probably know,’ Culhane said with a malicious smile.
‘When was the last time you had contact with her?’
‘Last Friday.’
‘Do you know if she has any family around, someone that might’ve reported her missing?’
‘No, I don’t think so, she lived alone. Family are from out of town.’
‘Boyfriend, husband?’
‘No.’
‘So nobody would’ve reported her missing? You’re the first one?’
‘Yep,’ Culhane agreed.
‘So if she went missing on Friday, it’ll be too soon,’ Peter said, shaking his head.
‘What do you mean? What’ll be too soon?