The Shadow Hunter

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phone in Hollywood, which TPS officers staked out until the next call was made. They followed the caller home and identified him as Emanuel Barth, a man who’d spent some time in prison for vandalism, breaking and entering, and related offenses. Abby interviewed the patrol sergeant who had supervised the arrest that put Barth away. The sergeant was Vic Wyatt of Hollywood Division.
    Mr. Barth, she learned, had a hang-up about upper-middle-class families. Friendless, unmarried, chronically unemployed, he took out his frustrations by blaming those who had more than he did. In 1998 he’d broken into an upscale house in Toluca Lake and trashed the place. His fingerprints, on file after a previous arrest, had led police to his shack in Hollywood. A guilty plea had reduced his jail time, and he was now out of prison.
    Wyatt had explained all this to Abby, who’d let him think she was merely a researcher under contract to TPS. The information had proven helpful as she went about the business of installing herself in Emanuel Barth’s life. Eventually she had found a way to get Barth off the street again, this time for the next three to five years. Wyatt hadn’t handled the second arrest; he knew Barth had gone back to prison on a new conviction, but he had never learned of the role Abby played in putting him there. At least she hoped he hadn’t.
    She had relied on Wyatt several times since. There was a higher concentration of wackos in Hollywood than in most other districts of LA, and as a veteran cop, he knew most of them. He might even know Hickle. She considered raising the subject but decided against it. Not tonight.
    “You’re quiet this evening,” Wyatt said.
    “Just zoning out. What brings you here, anyway?”
    “Some nights I pass the time in Westwood. Nicer ambience than Scum City.” His term for Hollywood. “How about you?”
    “I live down the street. The Wilshire Royal.”
    “Fancy digs. Those security firms must pay pretty good for research.”
    “I survive.”
    “So far,” Wyatt said gravely.
    She looked away. She had never told him what she actually did for a living, but he wasn’t dumb. He had patrolled the streets for years, and he knew people. He must have guessed some of the truth about her. She knew that if he ever learned the full truth, he might really have to arrest her—no joke.
    She steered the conversation in a less dangerous direction. “I’ll bet I know what you’re here for.”
    “Do you?”
    “You were hoping to pick up a UCLA girl. Some of them might go for a cop.”
    “I’m past thirty. Too old for them. Anyway, I don’t want a girl.”
    “Your secret’s safe with me. Don’t ask, don’t tell, that’s my policy.”
    “What I meant was, it’s a woman I want. A grown woman.”
    “There are three million of them in the greater LA area.”
    “Women, yeah. Grown women? I’m not so sure. That’s the thing about LA.” Wyatt sipped his beer. “People don’t have to be adults here. They can be kids forever. Like, I was talking to this grocery checker the other day, and she tells me how her houseplants can read her mind. When she’s unhappy, they don’t bloom. So to keep them healthy, she only thinks happy thoughts. She beams happy thoughts to her azaleas.”
    “Future rocket scientist,” Abby commented.
    “Future nothing. She’s thirty-five years old. This is it for her. This is as grown up as she’s gonna get.”
    “She may have other redeeming qualities.”
    “I don’t want somebody with redeeming qualities. I don’t want redeeming qualities to be an issue in the first place.”
    “You have high standards.”
    “Well, yeah.”
    “Maybe nobody can meet them.”
    He looked at her. “Oh, I think somebody can.”
    This conversational path had turned out to be not so safe after all. “I’d better get going,” Abby said.
    “Nice to run into you.”
    She slid off the bar stool and picked up her purse. “I may need to get in touch about

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