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far, no one they’d spoken to thought Taylor was a likely candidate to commit suicide. And yet, at least so far, they had no evidence to suggest it was anything else.
“Is there anyone you can think of besides Gavin who might have had animosity toward her—a client maybe?” she asked.
Chianti thought for a moment.
“No one jumps out at me. I didn’t pay that close attention. But her reputation was that clients were generally happy with her. Some of that was because she was a good trainer. Some of it might be for those other reasons I mentioned, not to speak ill of the dead.”
“No, of course not,” Jessie said, the disgust rising in her chest. “Maybe you can wrap up here, Detective Hernandez. I need a bit of air.”
She nodded at Chianti and left abruptly, passing Brett as she left the workout floor. He was leaning against a treadmill, waiting for his not-at-all-flirty trainer to finish talking so he could start his session with her.
Jessie stepped out of the gym, onto the grimy, traffic-choked Hollywood street, where she somehow felt less dirty than she had around Chianti.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jessie tensed up. They were getting close now and she wasn’t sure how she’d react.
After leaving Hollywood, they headed back to the station. This time she had insisted on driving. Her sarcastic explanation to Ryan, who usually drove, was that this wasn’t Driving Miss Daisy and that women were permitted to drive in these parts.
But that wasn’t the real reason. She knew that if she drove, she could take a route that passed the house where her recently orphaned stepsister, Hannah Dorsey, was currently living with a foster family. Logically, she knew the chances that the girl would be outside as they drove past were remote. But she had to at least try.
As she drove, she tried to diminish her rising anxiety by actually paying attention to what Ryan was saying. He was commenting on the austere nature of Taylor’s apartment.
“It makes much more sense that her place was so empty now,” he noted. “If what Chianti said was true, she might have spent days at time at a client’s house, whether for legitimate or sketchy reasons. She’d only need to keep the basics at her place. Maybe she just came back one day, looked around at how depressing the place was, and decided to end it.”
“Maybe,” Jessie considered as she turned right, now only a block from Hannah’s foster home. “But she doesn’t seem the type. I mean, you never know what someone’s dealing with on the inside. But no one mentioned her ever seeming depressed. I think the toxicology report will be determinative.”
“In the interim, we could check with her family for a history of depression or anything else,” Ryan suggested.
“It’s worth a shot,” Jessie said. “But while the EMT at the coffee shop was checking you out, I talked to Vin a bit more. He mentioned that she didn’t have any family in the area and that they were estranged anyway. I guess that soup in the freezer from her mother was an unsuccessful peace offering. I’m not sure how much insight they’ll be able to give us. I think the suicide idea is a red herring.”
“How can you be so sure?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. But don’t you find it suspicious that there was no note or any indication that she was depressed? Or that her window was open?”
“Maybe she liked to keep her place cool after getting home from the gym,” Ryan offered. “It’s a lot cheaper than using the air-conditioning.”
Jessie glanced over at him and could tell that even he didn’t buy the theory.
“Regardless,” he continued, not acknowledging her skepticism, “Hollywood Division is sending us copies of all the evidence they collected. We can go through her client list and see if anyone pops.”
“How did the Hollywood detectives feel about us bigfooting them?” Jessie asked.
“Pretty much as resentful as you’d expect,” he said. “But I was cryptic, said the case might be connected to an ongoing investigation. They didn’t want to risk playing hardball if it meant interfering in something major, so they backed down. Everything should be waiting for us at the station when we get back.”
“Sounds good,” Jessie said, noting the tightness in her throat. She had just turned onto Hannah’s street.
She slowed down to the posted speed limit, happy to use the speed bumps on the road as an excuse. The house was on the left, an unremarkable ranch style home. The front porch had a hammock that was currently unoccupied, which made perfect sense at lunchtime on a weekday. Still, she felt let down.
She didn’t know what she had expected. Even if Hannah had been there, what would she have done? She was expressly prohibited from initiating any contact with the girl by Children’s Family Services, Captain Decker, and, more informally, by her own therapist, Dr. Janice Lemmon.
It was a reasonable request. Only eight weeks ago, the only family the girl had ever known had been slaughtered before her eyes. That was more than enough for any seventeen-year-old to deal with. But how would she handle learning that the man who did it was her birth father? And that the woman who he had tortured within an inch of her life was her half-sister?
Of course, no one could be expected to download all that horror and still function. Was she supposed to just compartmentalize those facts by focusing on studying for her pre-calculus test or finishing Moby Dick? It was crazy to want to engage her.
And yet, Jessie felt a deep yearning to do exactly that. She pushed down the desire as they passed the house. Ryan, who had no clue about its significance, or even that she had a half-sister, seemed oblivious, which she took as a sign that she was doing a solid job of faking it. As she turned onto the next street, she flashed back to her most recent therapy session with Dr. Lemmon, trying to remind herself of what the woman had said.
Janice Lemmon knew what she was talking about and was not someone to be disregarded lightly. Well into her sixties, she might not look imposing with her thick glasses and tight blonde perm. But in addition to being a highly regarded behavioral therapist, she was also a legendary criminal profiler who still occasionally consulted on cases for the LAPD, FBI and other organizations that required top secret security clearance.
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