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“Weird and hostile, but I guess if he was guilty he’d have tried to be friendly. One part of his story is definitely true — stopping by the office after nine and talking to the volunteer. The kid’s name is Chance Brandt, and he’s part of how we found out about Selena in the first place — what I was about to tell you before Numb Nuts interrupted us.”
    “Tell away.”
    Reed looked at his watch. “Better yet, how about we meet the kid face-to-face, I can fill you in along the way? All I’ve had is phone contact with his father, want to make sure I get the facts right. I’ve got an appointment at their house in thirty, going to be tight unless we start out now.”
    “You drive, we’ll ride along, Detective Reed.”
     
     
    Milo sat shotgun in Reed’s blue-black Crown Victoria. I got in back.
    “Moe short for Moses?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Ah.”
    “You’re thinking about a baby floating in the reeds, the whole marsh thing?”
    “It did occur to me.”
    Reed laughed. “Back when I was born, my mother was kinda biblical.” A beat later: “Moses never got to see the Promised Land.”
    Milo said, “Tell me about the Brandt kid.”
     
CHAPTER 5
     
    Good-looking kid, insolent eyes.
    Chance Brandt sprawled on an oversized brocade sofa in the oversized great room of an oversized Mediterranean mansion on Old Oak Road in Brentwood. The house smelled of take-out pizza and expensive perfume.
    Chance wore tennis clothes. So did his mother, a stunning, long-legged blonde with sea-green eyes and obviously dominant chromosomes. Some of her frosted lipstick had caked and her mouth was pale. She wanted to hold her son’s hand but didn’t dare.
    Sitting on the boy’s other side was Dad: dark, beefy, huge-chinned, bald, still in blue dress shirt and gold Hermès tie.
    Enraged attorney, always a joy to behold.
    “Unbelievable. Now this.” Steve Brandt glared at his son as if Oedipus had materialized.
    The boy said nothing.
    Brandt said, “I do wills and estates, can’t help you here, Chance.”
    Susan Brandt said, “I’m sure there’s nothing to help.”
    Her husband aimed venomous eyes her way. She gnawed her lower lip rosy, folded her arms.
    Moe Reed said, “Chance, tell us what happened.”
    Steve Brandt snorted. “Without benefit of counsel? I think not.”
    “Sir, if all he did was take a phone call, there’s no need for counsel.”
    Chance smiled.
    His father flushed. “Something’s
funny,
genius?”
    Susan Brandt’s breath caught, as if snagged on barbed wire. Green eyes moistened.
    Milo said, “As Detective Reed explained, we’re investigating a homicide. If Chance is involved, he absolutely does need legal advice and we want him to have it as soon as possible. But we have no indication of that. Certainly, it’s your prerogative to request a lawyer in any circumstance, and if that’s the route you take, we’ll have this conversation at the police station, in an interview room with videotaping, paperwork, et cetera.”
    “You’re threatening me,” said Steve Brandt. His smile was unpleasant.
    “Absolutely not, sir. It’s simply what we’d need to do. At this point, Chance isn’t being looked at as anything other than a witness. To a phone call, at that. So I really don’t see why you wouldn’t want to cooperate fully.”
    Chance’s eyes shifted to us. No more smugness, just confusion.
    Steve Brandt folded his arms across his chest.
    Milo said, “Okay, sir, please make sure Chance is here tomorrow at seven a.m. when we send a squad car for him. Or, if the paper clears sooner, it could be tonight.”
    He started to rise.
    Steve Brandt said, “Hold on. Let me talk to my
son
in private. Then I’ll inform you which way we’re going with this… mess. Fair enough?”
    Milo sat back down. “We work hard to be fair.”
     
     
    One hundred fifty-eight seconds later, father and son returned to the room, walking four feet apart.
    Father said, “He’ll tell you everything. But could