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. So you and Dr.Koppel were neighbors? Mary helped us find the house. Through Mr.Koppel? No, said Gull. As far as I know Sonny s only into commercial.Mary knew wewere looking to upgrade.She was taking a walk and noticed theFOR SALE signand thought it might meet our needs. How long ago was that?Page 126ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html A year fourteen months. Before that you lived. In Studio City, said Gull. Why is this relevant?Milo turned to Larsen. And you, sir.Where were you that night? Also at home, said Larsen. I live in an apartment on Harvard Street inSanta Monica, north of Wilshire. He recited the address in a soft, wearyvoice. Live by yourself? I do. Larsen smiled. I read and went to bed.I m afraid there s no one toverify that.Milo smiled back. What d you read? Sartre.Transcendence of the Ego. Light stuff. Sometimes a challenge is good. Ain t that the truth, said Milo. I ll tell you, thiscase is a challenge.Larsen didn t answer.Franco Gull checked his watch again. I really need to head back to theoffice. One more question, said Milo. I know you can t tell me about any deep darkpatient secrets because of ethical restraints.But I do have a question that Ithink you are allowed to answer.Do any of your patients drive a dark FordAerostar minivan? Black, dark blue, maybe gray?Above us, the elm canopy rustled and the high, gleeful sounds of childhoodplay drifted over.The ice-cream truck rang its bell and drove off.Albin Larsen said,  A patient? No, I ve never seen that. His eyes driftedtoward Gull.Franco Gull said,  I agree.No patients I m aware of drive a car like that.Not that I d notice.I m in the office when they park their cars, don t knowwhat any of them drive unless it comes up in therapy.His brow was slick with sweat.Milo scribbled in his pad and closed it. Thanks, gentlemen.That s all fornow. There ll be more? said Gull. Depends upon what we find in the way of evidence. Fingerprints? said Gull. That kind of thing? That kind of thing.Page 127ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlGull stood so quickly he nearly lost his balance. Makes sense. Larsen gotto his feet, too.Gull was a head taller and a foot and a half broader at theshoulders.High school football, maybe college.We watched the two of them walk to their Mercedeses.Milo said,  Now wasn tthat interesting?CHAPTER23 Sweaty fellow, Milo murmured, as he called DMV.It didn t take long to get the data.Three vehicles were registered to FrancoArthur Gull on Club Drive.A two-year-old Mercedes, a  63 Corvette, and a 1999Ford Aerostar. Well, well, well.He pulled the Thomas Guide out of my glove compartment, found a map, andjabbed his index finger. Gull s house is only a few blocks from Koppel s, soon the face of it, one of his cars in the neighborhood isn t weird.But thewitness said the van drove away from his street.Seemed to be looking forsomething.I said,  Cruising back and forth at 2A.M.isn t neighborly.It s the kind ofthing stalkers do. A shrink with problems in that area.Wouldn t that be interesting? A shrink the court refers stalkers to.Maybe Gavin found out somehow, andthat s why he dropped Gull and switched to Koppel. Gull driving by Koppel s house, he said. She wouldn t have stood for that.Gavin tells her, he s lighting a tinderbox. On the other hand, I said. What? Three vehicles in the Gull family.The Mercedes for him and a vintage Vettefor weekend fun.That leaves the Aerostar for the wife. Suspicious wife, he said. Oh, yeah.Gull and Koppel were having a fling. When you talked about evidence, Gull asked about fingerprints.It struck meas out of context.That could be because he knows his prints are in that batchyou dusted at Koppel s house. More than partners.More than neighbors.She finds him a house close by, allthe easier for drop-in fun.Mrs.G suspects and drives by at 2A.M.Checkingup [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]