The Crucifix Killer Part 12

'He knows these streets and the girls that work them better than anyone. If our victim was a pro, he should be able to tell us. We might need to use a little "persuasion" though.'

They walked up Sunset Strip through the never-ending bustle of people trying to get into the already packed bars and clubs.

'So where're we going?' Garcia asked, looking around like a kid in a playground.

'There it is,' Hunter pointed to the colorful sign that hung above number 9015 West Sunset Boulevard.

The Rainbow Bar and Grill has been a hangout for rock musicians since the seventies and not much has changed. Gold records, guitars, photos and autographs from a variety of bands and solo artists adorned the walls. Rock music blasted through its speakers while a mixture of long-haired guys and peroxide blonds wearing next to nothing surrounded the bar and occupied the tables inside and outside.

'Is this JJ character into Rock?' Garcia asked.

'You better believe it.'

'I thought he was from Cuba or something like that.'

'Puerto Rico.'

'Aren't they all into salsa or meringue or something?'

'Not JJ.'

Garcia looked around the place and although they stood out from the crowd no one had taken any notice of them. 'Can you see him?'

Hunter quickly scanned the bar and tables. 'Not yet, but this is his favorite hangout, he'll be here. Let's grab a drink and wait.' Hunter ordered an orange juice and Garcia a Diet c.o.ke.

'They actually cook a great steak in here if you're ever hungry,' Hunter said, lifting his gla.s.s as if proposing a toast.

'Been here much?' Garcia asked with a contemptuous expression.

'A few times.'

'Wow, the Hideout Bar in Santa Monica, the Rainbow in Sunset Strip. You're a bit of a party animal, aren't you?'

Hunter didn't reply and concentrated his attention on the bar entrance. He hadn't seen JJ for the best part of five years, but the tall, very slim, dark-skinned Puerto Rican was an easily recognizable figure, with black pearl eyes, appallingly large ears and crooked teeth.

A tall, blond woman wearing overly tight leather trousers and a cropped top with the words 'Rock b.i.t.c.h' across the front approached the bar and positioned herself to Hunter's right. She ordered a 'Slow Comfortable Screw up Against the Wall' and gave Hunter a sensual smile. Hunter smiled back and for a split second his eyes fell on her cleavage.

'Do you like them?' she asked with a sweet voice.

'Uh . . . like what?' Hunter tried to play dumb.

She looked down at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s which seemed about to explode out of her top. 'My t.i.ts silly . . . I saw you looking at them.'

'Busted,' Garcia said with an animated laugh.

No point being embarra.s.sed now, Hunter thought. 'They look . . . very nice.'

'They're brand new,' she said proudly.

The barman came back with her c.o.c.ktail and without breaking eye contact with Hunter she wrapped her red lips around the double straw and slowly sipped her drink.

'Is that nice?' Hunter asked.

'A slow screw is always nice,' she said having a second sip before moving closer. 'Maybe I could show you sometime,' she whispered into his ear while she ran her hand over his right bicep.

It all happened too fast. JJ had barely stepped into the Rainbow when his eyes met Hunter's and all of a sudden he was back outside; his legs moving like a quarterback's going for the touchdown that could win them the Super Bowl. Hunter sprung into action. He had no time to alert his partner whose undivided attention was on the tall blond's new pair of b.r.e.a.s.t.s. In a split second he was outside chasing JJ down Sunset Strip.

Hunter was fast despite his heavier, muscular frame, but JJ was skinnier, lighter and moved with the agility of a rat. Hunter decided to try the friendly approach first.

'JJ, I just wanna talk to you, slow down G.o.ddammit.'

JJ paid no attention to Hunter's call and in a semi-suicidal move crossed the Boulevard, disregarding traffic and heading towards Frankie and Johnnie's NY Pizza place.

Hunter followed him, but his run was slowed down by the street crowd and the constant people swerving. Twice he had to perform a quick and awkward left-right-left dance to avoid b.u.mping into street punters.

Two blocks past the Rainbow and moving even faster, JJ swung left in front of the famous Whisky A Go Go bright-red building. Hunter was breathing down his neck, but again he had to zigzag around clubgoers and an uneven piece of sidewalk caused him to take a false step. He felt his left foot twist at the ankle. A sharp pain shot from it quickly consuming his entire leg. His run faded into an awkward hop.

's.h.i.t!' he yelled as he watched JJ disappear in the distance.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Hunter saw a figure come past him with incredible speed. Garcia was moving like an Olympic champion. With just a few steps he had left Hunter behind and was fast gaining ground on JJ who had turned right into a small alleyway next to a large warehouse. Hunter limped his way after them.

Up ahead, it didn't take long for Garcia to be within an arm's length of the tall Puerto Rican. He reached out and grabbed him by his jacket's collar.

'OK, OK I give up,' JJ said slowing down and putting both of his hands up but it was all too late. Garcia spun him around and threw him against the wall, twisting his right arm behind his back. JJ screamed in pain.

'Running away from armed police officers, have you always been this stupid or is it a new affliction?' Garcia asked, catching his breath.

'Let me go ese, I haven't done nothing.'

It took Hunter thirty seconds to reach them.

'Are you OK?' Garcia asked still holding JJ's arm.

'I'm fine. Twisted my ankle back there.'

'Let go of my arm.'

'Shut the h.e.l.l up.' Garcia slammed JJ's body against the wall once again.

Hunter turned to face JJ. 'What the h.e.l.l were you doing? What's with all this running c.r.a.p?'

'Force of habit, homie. What's this all about? Let me go man!' He twisted his body trying to escape Garcia's tight grip.

Hunter gave Garcia a nod who let go of JJ's arm.

'You can't do that man, I'm a legal citizen now,' JJ said, ma.s.saging his right wrist with his left hand and stepping away from the wall.

'Do we look like immigration to you? d.a.m.n, you're as dumb as you look,' Garcia snapped.

'Legal citizen? You're a pimp JJ, last time I checked prost.i.tution was still illegal in the state of California, we can take your a.s.s straight into prison right now,' Hunter said pushing JJ back to the wall.

'Enough with the wall slamming, homie,' he protested.

'If my ankle swells, so will your face,' Hunter threatened.

'Ain't my fault, homie.'

'Of course it's your fault HOMIE. If I didn't have to chase you like a f.u.c.king rabbit I wouldn't have twisted my foot.'

'Why you chasing me man? I didn't do nothing.'

'Exactly. We just wanna ask you a few questions.'

'Why didn't you say so in the first place?'

Hunter gave him an evil look before pulling the computer portrait out of his pocket. 'We need to find out who this woman is, if she is a pro or not.'

JJ stared at the picture for a few seconds.

'Yeah, I have her at home in a video game,' he said with a smirk.

The slap to the back of the head came from Garcia, throwing JJ's head forward with a loud thud. 'You wanna be a smart a.s.s? I'm really starting to dislike you.'

'Hey, man, this is police brutality. I can press charges you know?'

This time the slap to the back of the head came from Hunter. 'Does this look like play time to you? Look at the picture do you know who she is?' Hunter's voice was more menacing now.

JJ looked at the picture once again concentrating harder this time. 'Maybe . . . I can't be sure,' he said after a few seconds.

'Try.'

'Is she supposed to be a hooker?'

'That's a possibility, JJ. We wouldn't be asking you if she was a lawyer, would we?'

'Oh, you're funny.' JJ took the picture from Hunter's hands. 'She looks too pretty to be a street girl, not that my girls aren't beautiful.'

'Uh-huh,' Hunter tapped his index finger on the picture three times forcing JJ's attention back to it.

'If she's a pro, she plays for the big boys first cla.s.s.'

'And how can we find that out?' Garcia asked.

'A girl this pretty would only work for one guy around here D-King.'

'Elvis came back from the dead to become a pimp?' Garcia asked narrowing his eyes.

'Not the King, D-King, homie.'

'D-King? What kinda name is that?' Garcia frowned.

'The kinda name you don't wanna f.u.c.k with.'

'Big-time pimp and drug dealer,' Hunter cut in. 'Rumor has it that he also deals in guns, but he runs a very tight operation. Everything very much underground. That's why you wouldn't have heard of him. He controls everything from afar, except his girls, where he prefers a hands-on approach.'

'And where can we find him?' Garcia asked.

'You won't find him on the streets, his business is high cla.s.s.' JJ scratched the small scar over his left eye. 'What's in it for me?'

'You get to keep all your ugly teeth and not bleed all over your cheap suit. Sounds like a good deal to me,' Garcia said pushing JJ against the wall one more time.

'Who the h.e.l.l's this guy?' JJ asked Hunter taking a step away from Garcia.

'I'm the guy you you don't wanna f.u.c.k with,' Garcia said, stepping closer once again. don't wanna f.u.c.k with,' Garcia said, stepping closer once again.

'He's my new partner JJ and I don't think he likes you very much. Last guy he took a dislike to still can't eat anything more solid than yogurt.'

'Can't you keep him on a leash?'

'Sure I can. The leash is in the car. I'll go get it. You guys will be OK by yourselves for ten minutes or so, right?'

'Wait, wait. OK, man. No need to leave me alone with monster-cop here. Friday and Sat.u.r.day nights D-King likes to go to the Vanguard Club in Hollywood. You'll find him in the VIP area.'

'How about tonight, right now, where can we find him?'

'How the h.e.l.l should I know, homie? I'm doing you a favor here, man, the Vanguard Club Friday and Sat.u.r.day nights, that's all I know.'

'You better not be messing with us, JJ.' Garcia's tone was threatening.

'Why the f.u.c.k would I do that? If I never see you two again, that'd be too soon.'

Hunter placed his hand on JJ's left shoulder squeezing it. The pressure made JJ contort in pain once again. 'I really hope you're not sending us on a bogus chase, HOMIE.'

JJ tried in vain to escape Hunter's grip. 'I'm telling you the truth man. For real ese.'

Hunter let go of JJ who started dusting his jacket with both hands. 'Look at what you've done to my suit man, these things don't come cheap you know.'

Garcia checked his pocket change. 'Here.' He extended his hand towards JJ. 'A dollar ninety-five. Go buy another one.'

'He needs to see somebody, like an anger management person or something. Don't you guys have shrinks in the police?'

'No one good enough to cure him,' Hunter laughed.

JJ muttered something in Spanish as he walked away from both detectives. Garcia returned his change to his pocket and waited until JJ was far enough. 'What do you think?'

'I think you're pretty good in the bad, angry cop role. What a transformation! Even I believed it.'

'Last guy I disliked still can't eat anything more solid than yogurt?' Garcia asked, arching his eyebrows.