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with that person somewhere else.’
Leonid ran a hand though his cropped hair. ‘Well, she didn’t. I know Katia. If she had to cancel an appointment with me or anyone else, she would’ve called. It’s just the way she is. She doesn’t let people down, least of all me. We have a great relationship. If she had decided that she needed a break, she would’ve at least let me know where she was going.’
‘How about her mother? Am I right in assuming you and she aren’t together any more?’
‘Her mother passed away several years ago.’
Myers kept her eyes on Leonid. ‘I’m sorry to hear that.’
‘Katia didn’t just decide to take a trip somewhere. I’m telling you, something is wrong.’
He started pacing the room. Emotions were starting to fly high.
‘Mr. Kudrov, please—’
‘Stop calling me Mr. Kudrov,’ he cut her short. ‘I’m not your teacher. Call me Leo.’
‘OK, Leo. I’m not doubting you. I’m just explaining why the police acted the way they did. If Katia hasn’t showed up in twenty-four hours, they’ll be all over this case like ugly on a moose. They’ll use every resource available to find her. But you better be prepared, because with your celebrity status, the circus will come next.’
Leonid squinted at McKee before moving his stare back to Myers. ‘Circus?’
‘When I said that the LAPD will use every resource available, I meant that. Including you and your status. They’ll want you to make your own appeal to the public, to personalize the case. Maybe even hold a conference here at your house. They’ll broadcast Katia’s photo on TV and in the newspapers, and they’ll prefer a family picture instead of a lone shot – it’s more . . . touching. The picture will be copied and plastered all over LA, maybe even the whole of California. Search parties will form. They’ll ask for clothes for the dog search teams. They’ll want hairs and other samples for DNA tests. The media will camp outside your gates.’ Myers paused for breath. ‘As I said, it will turn into a circus, but the LAPD Missing Persons Unit is very good at what they do.’ She hesitated for effect. ‘Leo, given your status and social class, we have to consider the possibility that your daughter was kidnapped for ransom. No one has attempted to contact you?’
Leonid shook his head. ‘I’ve been in the house all day and have left specific instructions at my office to divert any unidentified caller to my home line. No calls.’
Myers nodded.
‘Something is wrong. I can feel it.’ Leonid pinned Myers down with a desperate stare. ‘I don’t want this splattered all over the news unless it’s really necessary. Andy told me you are the best at what you do. Better than the LAPD Missing Persons. Can you find her?’ He made it sound less of a question and more like a plea.
Myers gave McKee a look that said, I’m flattered.
He returned a shy smile.
‘I will do my best.’ Myers nodded, her voice confident.
‘So do it.’
‘Do you have a recent picture of your daughter?’
Kudrov was already prepared and handed Myers a colored eight-by-twelve-inch photograph of Katia.
Myers’ eyes grazed the picture. ‘I’ll also need the keys to her apartment, the names and phone numbers of everyone you can think of who she could’ve contacted. And I need it all by yesterday.’
Twenty
Hunter called both contacts on the two Missing Persons personal fact sheets he had with him. Mr. Giles Carlsen, a hair salon manager from Brentwood, had contacted the police ten days ago to report Cathy Greene, his roommate, as missing. On the phone, Carlsen told Hunter that Miss Greene had finally turned up the morning before. She’d been away with a new male friend she’d met in her dance class.
The second contact, Mr. Roy Mitchell, had contacted the police twelve days ago. His 29-year-old daughter, Laura, had simply disappeared. Mr. Mitchell asked Hunter to meet him at his home in Fremont Place in an
Leonid ran a hand though his cropped hair. ‘Well, she didn’t. I know Katia. If she had to cancel an appointment with me or anyone else, she would’ve called. It’s just the way she is. She doesn’t let people down, least of all me. We have a great relationship. If she had decided that she needed a break, she would’ve at least let me know where she was going.’
‘How about her mother? Am I right in assuming you and she aren’t together any more?’
‘Her mother passed away several years ago.’
Myers kept her eyes on Leonid. ‘I’m sorry to hear that.’
‘Katia didn’t just decide to take a trip somewhere. I’m telling you, something is wrong.’
He started pacing the room. Emotions were starting to fly high.
‘Mr. Kudrov, please—’
‘Stop calling me Mr. Kudrov,’ he cut her short. ‘I’m not your teacher. Call me Leo.’
‘OK, Leo. I’m not doubting you. I’m just explaining why the police acted the way they did. If Katia hasn’t showed up in twenty-four hours, they’ll be all over this case like ugly on a moose. They’ll use every resource available to find her. But you better be prepared, because with your celebrity status, the circus will come next.’
Leonid squinted at McKee before moving his stare back to Myers. ‘Circus?’
‘When I said that the LAPD will use every resource available, I meant that. Including you and your status. They’ll want you to make your own appeal to the public, to personalize the case. Maybe even hold a conference here at your house. They’ll broadcast Katia’s photo on TV and in the newspapers, and they’ll prefer a family picture instead of a lone shot – it’s more . . . touching. The picture will be copied and plastered all over LA, maybe even the whole of California. Search parties will form. They’ll ask for clothes for the dog search teams. They’ll want hairs and other samples for DNA tests. The media will camp outside your gates.’ Myers paused for breath. ‘As I said, it will turn into a circus, but the LAPD Missing Persons Unit is very good at what they do.’ She hesitated for effect. ‘Leo, given your status and social class, we have to consider the possibility that your daughter was kidnapped for ransom. No one has attempted to contact you?’
Leonid shook his head. ‘I’ve been in the house all day and have left specific instructions at my office to divert any unidentified caller to my home line. No calls.’
Myers nodded.
‘Something is wrong. I can feel it.’ Leonid pinned Myers down with a desperate stare. ‘I don’t want this splattered all over the news unless it’s really necessary. Andy told me you are the best at what you do. Better than the LAPD Missing Persons. Can you find her?’ He made it sound less of a question and more like a plea.
Myers gave McKee a look that said, I’m flattered.
He returned a shy smile.
‘I will do my best.’ Myers nodded, her voice confident.
‘So do it.’
‘Do you have a recent picture of your daughter?’
Kudrov was already prepared and handed Myers a colored eight-by-twelve-inch photograph of Katia.
Myers’ eyes grazed the picture. ‘I’ll also need the keys to her apartment, the names and phone numbers of everyone you can think of who she could’ve contacted. And I need it all by yesterday.’
Twenty
Hunter called both contacts on the two Missing Persons personal fact sheets he had with him. Mr. Giles Carlsen, a hair salon manager from Brentwood, had contacted the police ten days ago to report Cathy Greene, his roommate, as missing. On the phone, Carlsen told Hunter that Miss Greene had finally turned up the morning before. She’d been away with a new male friend she’d met in her dance class.
The second contact, Mr. Roy Mitchell, had contacted the police twelve days ago. His 29-year-old daughter, Laura, had simply disappeared. Mr. Mitchell asked Hunter to meet him at his home in Fremont Place in an
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