pasty girl waiting on a woman who hovers in the gloom like an apparition. âHey, Sal. How are ya?â
Frank steps around Gomez for a better look at the woman. Eyesthat seem to hold the entire summer sky stare back, appearing disembodied in a face as dusky as the light.
âIâm fine, Angie, thank you.â
As Frankâs vision adjusts, the rest of Diana Saladino becomes corporealâthe ethereal body only a manâs bleached shirt worn over faded jeans; the halo around her skull just silver hair gathered loosely in a braid. The sky-blue gaze rivets Frank.
âThis is Lieutenant Franco. LAPD.â
Frank dips her head in a brief nod. âMiss Saladino.â
Sal mirrors the gesture. No one speaks. Sal wonât take her eyes off Frank, and Frank wonât look away first.
âI need to ask you some questions. Could we go outside?â
âQuestions about what?â
âItâs stuffy in here,â Gomez says. âLetâs go out.â
She herds the women to the door. Salâs boots echo off the dusty floor. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and squints into the sun. Frank lowers her sunglasses, pleased to have a slight advantage. But Sal turns and the mountains rise behind her like protective brothers. Frank makes the mistake of glancing at them.
A faint trail winds snakelike from the dusty foothills up through cool, dark canyons to a pass on the ridge, where wind fresh from the ocean sings in a stunted pine. Plank-winged birds soar beneath the bald ridge. A horse tied nearby jangles its bridle.
Gomez coughs. Frank blinks. Sal and the cop are staring at her. Frank darts a look over Salâs shoulder, not surprised that the trail is gone.
Gomez prods, âYou said you had some questions for Sal?â
âUh, yeah. Your father. Is he Domenic Saladino?â
Sal nods.
âWhen was the last time you saw him?â
â1968.â
âAnd where was that?â
âAt home.â
âWhich was where?â
She dips her head to the mountains. âHere. The ranch.â
âAnd the circumstances?â
âCircumstances? It was our home. The normal circumstances.â
âMorning, night, afternoon?â
Sal re-crosses her arms, shifts her weight.
âIt was morning. At breakfast he said he was going down to LA, to work with his uncle. He went down there when things were slow.â
âWhat kind of work?â
âConstruction. The uncle owned his own business.â
âWhat was the name of the business?â
âSaladino Construction.â
âDo you remember the date he left?â
The woman thinks briefly. âDecember 16.â
Frank thinks her answerâs too quick. Innocent people questioned about dates or events rarely have accurate recall, but liars practice their stories over and overâusually with enough minutiae to hang themselves. âYouâre pretty sure about that.â
âItâs a hard date to forget. My mother died two days later.â
Frank nods, remembering something like that from Lewisâ notes. âWas she ill?â
âShe had a stroke. A blood clot.â
âAnd your father didnât come home after that?â
âNo. Officer, what exactly is this about?â
Next of kin are unpredictable. Itâs good to get information from them before notification, but Frank feels she has gotten enough. For now. âItâs âLieutenant.â We think weâve found your fatherâs remains. Positive ID is pending his dental records.â
Saladino finally looks away. Frank wants to touch her, to see if the blue denim is solid or if her finger will pass right through it, if the brown skin is warm flesh or artfully crafted mud. Even in the white light, Saladino seems unreal, a golem crafted from bedrock and wind and silver-running streams.
âWhere did you find him?â
âNear Culver City.â
âWhere in Culver
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