making her sound cheap,” Mandy said. “She liked her fun. I mean, I do too, but I guess I need more sleep than she does.”
“Did her fun include drugs?” Marge said.
Mandy hesitated. “I guess she’d be like a recreational user.”
“Did it ever interfere with her work?”
“Never!” Mandy was adamant. “She was a miracle worker with those babies.”
“What do you know about her boyfriend?” Marge checked her notes. “Garth Hammerling. What do you know about him?”
“He works here at St. Tim’s. He’s a radiology tech.”
“How well do you know him?” Oliver asked.
“Casual acquaintances,” Mandy told him.
But her eyes were elsewhere. Marge said, “Would you know where he lives?”
Mandy looked away. “Why would I know where he lives?”
“Maybe you went to a party there?”
“Can’t recall that.” Mandy looked at her hands. “I could probably get you his address, but you could probably do it just as easy.”
“Not a problem,” Oliver said. “Just wondering if you knew it offhand because we need to talk to him.” When Mandy didn’t answer, he said, “You know we need to ask all sorts of personal questions.”
Marge said, “So if I asked you personal information, you shouldn’t be offended.”
“Because we ask everyone personal information,” Oliver said. “Like I could ask you if you had a thing going on with Garth.”
“No!” Mandy dried her eyes. “Why would you think that?”
“Just a question,” Marge said.
Oliver said, “Because if you had something going on with him, we’d eventually find out about it.”
“So now’s the time to fess up,” Marge said. “Hiding stuff makes you look bad.”
“I don’t have anything…” Again her eyes moistened. “He came on to me, okay?”
“See, that was simple,” Marge said. “What could you tell us about it?”
“Nothing happened. I wasn’t interested.” She shook her head. “It was at one of Adrianna’s parties. She had them almost every other weekend. He cornered me in the kitchen and tried to mash me. God, it was embarrassing. He was drunk. So was she.” She dabbed her eyes. “It’s hard for me to talk smack about her, especially now that she’s…and we used to be such good friends. It’s not that Garth is a bad guy. He’s just a player. Everyone knows he’s a player.”
“Did Adrianna know?”
“Maybe in the back of her mind, she did.” She stood up. “I’ve got to get back to my shift. If you want to talk to me again, please don’t do it here. I live in Canoga Park. I’m in the book.”
“Thanks, Mandy,” Marge said, “you’ve been very helpful.”
“No problem. Just find the bastard who hurt her. Adrianna may have had her issues, but who doesn’t have problems?”
“True that,” Marge said as she watched the nurse walk away. Then she said, “What do you think?”
“An emotional girl for someone who had drifted away from the victim.” Oliver shrugged. “What’s going on with Garth?”
“His landline answering machine says…” Marge checked her notes. “That Garth, Aaron, and Greg went river rafting and wouldn’t be answering calls for a week. If he left a couple of days ago, he’s given himself an alibi.”
“Some people have perfect timing.”
“You know what I think, Oliver?” Marge said. “Perfect timing is always suspicious.”
DECKER GOT THE feeling that Mack Blanc’s language was an embarrassment to Kathy, but she was just too numb to stop him.
What the fuck happened!
That’s what we’re investigating, Mr. Blanc. I’m so sorry. I don’t want your fucking apologies, I want some fucking answers! Over and over and over and over and over.
The three of them were in Decker’s office. Kathy remained silent and seated as her husband paced and swore. Finally, Mack attempted a new line of attack.
“Well, if you don’t know what fucking happened, what do you fucking know?”
Decker pointed to the chair. Reluctantly, Mack sat down. As soon as he was quiet, his eyes overflowed. Wordlessly, Decker handed him a tissue.
“Her car is still in St. Tim’s parking lot. We’re going over it right now.”
“Was she…” Kathy choked back sobs. “Did it happen in the car?”
“I don’t know, Mrs. Blanc. I sure don’t want to tell you wrong information.”
Mack took her hand and she leaned against his chest, weeping. The hapless man couldn’t offer her any words of comfort.
Decker said, “We’re also interviewing people at the hospital to get a time frame. Your wife was kind enough to give us Adrianna’s cell number and we discovered she made a couple of calls around the time she got off shift.”
“She called Sela Graydon,” Kathy explained to her husband.
“She and Adrianna have known each other since junior high,” Mack answered. “What about the other number?”
“When we called it, no one answered. The voice-mail box is full, so we don’t know who it belongs to. We can find out who owns the number and how long the conversation lasted, but that will take a little maneuvering. Also, there’s no guarantee that the person who owns the number is the one who answered the call.”
“It’s not a familiar number to me,” Kathy told her husband.
“What about Garth?” Mack said.
“It isn’t Garth’s number.”
“I don’t trust that guy,” Mack said. “He’s cocky. Lord only knows why.”
Kathy said, “He’s good-looking.”
“How could you say that?” Mack said. “Guy had about twenty pierces in his ears and that crazy soul patch. His hair looked like he stuck his hand in a light socket.”
“That’s
