is often the case.”
“Anyway, the officer ran the plates and the car came back hot. Joe and I caught the call. When we got to the location, we peeked inside the vehicle. Something just didn't look right. Just as important, something didn't smell right. Joe jimmied the lock on the trunk and the rest is history.”
“And no one complained about the smell?”
“It wasn't that strong, and you know how it is in L.A. No one really walks and you'd have to pass by to notice an odor.”
“Most of the gas and bloat was gone?”
“Most of it, yes, but we got a whiff of something funky as soon as we got close enough.”
“Was the body in the open or was it wrapped up in garbage bags?”
“It was curled up in the trunk.” A pause. “Daddy, I have to get back to my lunch or Joe's going to get suspicious. Can we talk about this later?”
“I need the file.”
“And you don't want to just call up Homicide and ask for it.”
“Exactly. They've got suspects in custody, and I don't want to inject something new unless there's good reason.”
There was a long pause. “We should talk later. I never fully bought into the carjacking/murder theory. How soon do you want it?”
“As soon as possible, but a day or two won't make a difference. Do you remember the name of Ekerling's girlfriend?”
“Marilyn Eustis. I'd like to hear the details of what you're working on. Can we meet for dinner?”
“Love to.”
“I'll call you up when I get the file and we'll have a date. How about Italian?”
“You get the file, princess, I'll take you anywhere you want. I'll even pay.”
“You always pay, Daddy.”
“I do, don't I.” Decker smiled. “See how much your father loves you?”
***
TAKING ON THE cold case didn't mean that Decker's paperwork didn't pile up. As soon as he hit the squad room, he became the lieutenant in charge and was bombarded with questions, comments, and complaints. Lucky for him he had a few genuine allies that he now considered close friends.
Marge Dunn in specific.
Dunn had worked for or with Decker for over twenty years, starting out as a rookie detective under his tutelage in Juvenile and Sex Crimes for the Foothill Division of the LAPD. He had brought Marge with him to Homicide in West Valley because of her insights and work ethic. A winning personality made her a gem among dross. The woman was tall and big boned with light brown hair that had grown blonder since her involvement with Will Barnes, a former Berkeley detective who had moved to Santa Barbara to be within commuting distance. It was wonderful to see Marge happy, not only from a friendship point of view but also because Marge worked better when she was in good spirits.
Who didn't?
Dunn had filtered out all the nonsense, leaving Decker with the nuts and bolts of what needed to be dealt with to successfully run the detective's squad room. She sat in his office as he rummaged through a forest's worth of phone messages.
She said, “FYI, I went over the list of the current faculty at North Valley High and found a few old-timers who remember Ben Little.”
Decker looked up from his pile of pink slips. Today Marge was wearing a magenta cotton blouse tucked into beige slacks. “Did you get a chance to talk to anyone?”
“No, I had a court case to deal with and an emergency scheduling issue. Besides, I thought you told me that Strapp wanted you to do the interviewing personally.”
“Well, that's not going to happen.”
“It's rotten of Strapp to put this kind of pressure on you.”
“I'll survive. Did you have a chance to look up when Christopher Donatti came to L.A. as a student?”
“Bad boy Chris came to Central West High a year after Little's murder. He never attended North Valley, although the schools are only six miles apart. If you want, I can delve a little further. The Little murder looked like a professional hit, and Donatti was … is a professional killer.”
Decker nodded. “Actually, I might even give him a call. Guys like him are always paranoid and hyperaware, so he may have heard something.”
“You can't be serious!” When Decker shrugged, Marge said, “The son of a bitch shot you.”
“It wasn't personal.”
“You're crazy!”
“Maybe so, but a lot is riding on a solve for a fifteen-year-old case, and I'll take any help I can get. So who's still teaching at North Valley High from the Little days?”
Marge handed him the list—two teachers from the humanities, two from math and science, and the boys' gym coach. “If you allow me to bring Oliver in, we could probably rip these interviews off in a couple of days. He would also be helpful because Scott was in Homicide at Devonshire when Little was murdered.”
“Have you talked to him about the Little case?”
“I don't do anything without your okay, boss, but I'm sure if he read the file, a lot would come back to him. I did ask him about Arnie Lamar and Cal Vitton.”
“And?”
“He said they were all right … not corrupt as far as he knew. They were old-timers, although he was quick to point out that they were probably the same age as he is now. Then as he thought about it, he slipped into one of his famous funks. As you well know, it's unpleasant dealing with Scott Oliver when he's moping.”
“Did he wonder why you were asking about Lamar and Vitton?”
“I think he guessed, Pete. They've become synonymous with Ben Little's murder.”
Decker handed her a slip of paper. “The first name—Phil Shriner— was the private detective that Melinda Little Warren hired to look into her husband's murder. He wasn't successful, even though Melinda said that she paid him a fortune.”
“Do you know if he's still practicing?”
“No idea.”
“I'll check him out.” She wrote down the name in her note pad. “Who's Darnell Arlington?”
“A pet project of Ben Little. The first time Darnell was expelled, Ben went to bat for him and the school gave the kid a reprieve. The second time, Darnell got the boot and Ben backed up the school. Arlington was in Ohio when the murder happened, and Ben's widow had heard that the kid turned his life around. Cal Vitton talked to him at the time of the murder, but he's worth a second look.”
“Consider it done.” Marge wrote down Arlington's name and gave
