The Sentry Part 11

"You know where they live?"

Betsy Harmon brightened for the first time that morning.

"Yes, I do. They're only a few blocks away."

She had once helped Wilson and Dru bring home perishable food when the shop's refrigerator failed. She didn't remember the street address, but gave Pike directions and described a house on the Venice Ca.n.a.ls. She also gave him the cell phone number she had for Wilson Smith.

When Pike turned to his Jeep, Betsy Harmon called after him.

"I saw you."

Pike glanced back, and saw her smiling.

"You and Dru. I saw you kissing yesterday. She looked very happy."

Pike nodded once, such a small nod she might not have seen, then climbed into his Jeep. Dru would have called. He didn't understand why Dru hadn't called.

11.

The Venice Ca.n.a.ls were the dream of a man named Abbot Kinney, a tobacco millionaire from back East who developed the area as a beachside resort. The ca.n.a.ls were originally dug to drain marshy land, but Kinney reasoned that one Venice was as good as another, so he decided to re-create Venice, Italy, complete with gondola rides. Sixteen miles of ca.n.a.ls were dug, but over time they were filled or shortened. The remaining six were laid out in a perfect square with four ca.n.a.ls running side by side and the fifth and sixth ca.n.a.ls laid across their tops and bottoms, cutting the land between the ca.n.a.ls into three identical, rectangular islands. What began as an amus.e.m.e.nt park became weekend getaway housing in 1905 that eventually devolved into run-down bungalows on tiny lots in the fifties and sixties occupied by hippies, beachside denizens, and artists. But proximity to the beach and rising property values eventually elevated the area, and the shabby bungalows were replaced by expensive homes.

Pike followed Betsy Harmon's directions into the grid of narrow alleys that lined the ca.n.a.ls. He crossed an even more narrow arched bridge, then turned onto an alley lined by houses. According to Betsy Harmon, Wilson and Dru lived in the third house from the end on the left side, a redwood home hidden behind an ivy-covered fence. Pike found the house easily, and parked.

The lots along the ca.n.a.ls were small, so the houses all had two or three stories and were built shoulder-to-shoulder out to the street, with their front yards facing the ca.n.a.ls and their garages flush on the alleys. A carport was carved into Wilson's house next to a wood gate, but the house and its entrance were hidden by the fence. The carport was empty. Pike was surprised by the house. This was an expensive address.

Pike went to the gate, but found it locked. He pressed a buzzer. A chime sounded inside the house, but no one answered. As he pushed the buzzer again, he noticed a thin young man with straggly black hair watching him from a second-story window at the house next door. The watcher turned away when Pike saw him.

Pike still got no answer, so he went into the carport and banged on the wall. If Wilson and Dru were going to leave, one of them might be inside packing while the other was shopping for last-minute necessities. Hence the missing car.

Pike pounded hard on the wall three times, got no response, and was pounding again when a woman came out of the house next door and called out to him.

"Excuse me!"

She was in her mid-forties with leathery skin, tight jeans, and a tighter T-shirt that highlighted her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She had large b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and wanted them seen.

"Are you trying to knock down that house? I can hear you all the way over here."

"Is this Wilson Smith's house?"

"Hardly. They're house-sitting. The owner is in London. He goes there a lot."

She rubbed her thumb and fingers together.

"Made a load in television."

This explained how they could live at such an expensive address. House-sitting.

"But Wilson and Dru live here now?"

"That's right. Is something the matter?"

"There's been some damage to his place of business. I need to speak with him about it."

The woman came out into the alley far enough to peer into the empty carport.

"Well, their car isn't here, so I don't know what to tell you. I'll let them know if I see them."

The thin man came to the door. Close up, he looked like a teenager. He was eating a banana, and squinted as if the sun was overly bright. Pike read them for mother and son.

"S'up?"

"He's looking for Wilson."

He headed back into the house.

"I'm gonna lay out."

"How about looking for a job instead?"

She made a big show of acting disgusted as her son slouched away.

"Three years at Berkeley, and all he does is lay out. My fault, I guess. No man around to set an example."

Her eyes lingered on Pike a beat too long, then she sighed as if realizing she'd just had another bad idea.

"It's a single-mom thing."

She put out her hand.

"I'm Lily Palmer. Who are you?"

"Pike."

"Well, Pike Pike, you want me to give them a message when I see them?"

"Tell them to call. They have the number."

Pike returned to his Jeep, but didn't start the engine. Dru and Wilson might very well be leaving, but Pike felt they would not have had time to leave yet. They would have to make arrangements, pack, and do all the things people do to prepare for a trip. Pike told himself they were doing those things now, which is why they weren't home, so he decided to wait.

A few minutes later, Pike called Dru again, then the number Betsy Harmon gave him for Wilson. Both calls went immediately to voice mail as they had every time before, which implied their phones were turned off or being used. Pike didn't like it. The odds both of them were talking on their phones at the same time were slim, and no one turned off their phones when they were getting ready for a trip.

Pike climbed out of the Jeep and returned to the gate. He checked to make sure Lily's son wasn't watching, then hoisted himself over the gate into a tiny courtyard. The front door was locked, and showed no sign of forced entry.

Pike moved along the side of the house, looking into each window he pa.s.sed, and checking for signs of tampering. The first room appeared to be a guest bedroom, and the next was the kitchen. The bedroom appeared undisturbed, but Pike's view was limited. He saw dirty dishes, three empty beer bottles, and a cutting board on the kitchen counter. Pike told himself the dishes indicated Wilson and Dru planned to return home, but the goat heads and flies hung over him like battlefield smoke.

After checking the last window on the far side of the house, he returned to the backyard. It was small, with a low wood fence bordering the sidewalk that ran along the ca.n.a.l. A latched gate opened to the sidewalk, and a blue fibergla.s.s kayak hung on a small wooden dock across from the gate. Pike studied the houses lining the bank. Even with all the walls and gates, entering the properties would be easy from the water.

Pike checked his watch. Forty-five minutes had pa.s.sed since he decided to wait, but now the pa.s.sing time didn't feel like waiting. It felt more like he was allowing something precious to slip away.

Pike was deciding what to do next when he saw Lily Palmer's son. The kid had returned to his second-floor window, which gave him a view into Wilson's backyard. This time the kid didn't duck. He made a smirking grin before turning away, and Pike wondered how much time he spent in the window.

Pike made his way back along the side of the house, let himself out, and knocked on Lily's door. Her eyes brightened when she saw him, and she gave him a pleasant smile.

"Oh. Hi. I thought you left."

"No. I've been looking around next door. I didn't tell you the whole truth. Wilson has been having trouble with some bad people. I'm concerned those people might have followed them home. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious?"

Her pleasant smile turned into a concerned frown.

"No, I don't think so. Like what?"

"Loud voices. Cars that didn't fit."

She frowned even harder, then shouted into the house.

"Jared! Jared, come here!"

Jared appeared a few seconds later, shirtless and glistening with sunscreen. His thin chest looked like a birdcage.

"I was just going out."

"The gentleman wants to know if you saw or heard anything suspicious over there."

"Next door?"

"Yes, next door. Jesus, what's wrong with you?"

Jared rubbed his birdcage ribs and nodded toward Pike.

"He was in their backyard just now. That's pretty suspicious."

"I know know he was in their yard. He told me. Would you please answer the man?" he was in their yard. He told me. Would you please answer the man?"

Jared raked the hair from his face, and made the same sneer he'd made in the window.

"He was peeping in their windows. Probably trying to see Dru's t.i.ts."

Pike took a step closer, and Jared quickly crossed his arms.

"Dude. It was a joke."

His mother said, "Would you please act like a man? Wilson and Dru are having some kind of trouble. Try to help."

"I didn't see anything suspicious or otherwise. I'm sorry. There's nothing to see."

Pike glanced toward Jared's window.

"Good view from your window. You looking at nothing?"

Jared flushed.

"What should I do, stare at the walls? Bro, it's another day on the Venice Ca.n.a.ls-sunshine and water."

"When was the last time you saw them?"

"Wilson or Dru?"

"Either."

"Last night, I guess. That would be Dru. She pulled in when I was coming back from my walk. Gave her a wave. You know. Said wha.s.sup. She said wha.s.sup back."

Pike edged closer, and Jared held himself tighter.

"What time?"

"Around six, I guess. Something like that."

Pike decided this fit. She drove directly home after leaving him at the takeout shop.

"What about this morning?"

"Didn't see'm this morning, either one."

Jared waved toward the carport.

"Saw the car, though. Went out to score some brown moo, saw the car."

"When?"

"Oh, dude, early."

His mother helped with the answer.

"The Today Today show was beginning its second hour when he left, so that was just after eight. He got back during the second half-hour, so that was about eight forty-five." show was beginning its second hour when he left, so that was just after eight. He got back during the second half-hour, so that was about eight forty-five."

Pike tried to fine-tune the window.

"Was the car there when you got back?"

"Yep. For sure."

"See it leave?"