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Tami Jacobs’ file again and rummaged through everything. There was a day planner he had seen but didn’t look through in detail.
He found it near the bottom of the box; a pink planner with white ring binding. There were little hearts on the front and on the inside cover it said, “Property of Tami.”
The date of her death was empty. He flipped through the previous month and then the subsequent month. Then he started from the beginning and read the whole thing. There were birthdays of a few people and Stanton wrote their names down, though most of them were only first names. One particular entry that caught his attention was for Halloween of the year she was killed. It said, “Meet hottie at The Trapp.”
He Googled The Trapp and found that it was a bar in La Jolla. He wrote down the address and then flipped through the day planner one more time to see if there was anything he missed.
His phone rang.
“ This is Jon.”
“ Jon, this is Marcy, in Vice downstairs.”
Stanton remembered Marcy from her days as front desk receptionist. She was legendary for how protective she was of her beloved SDPD. It was rumored she once spent three hours talking a citizen out of making a complaint to IAD.
“ What can I do for you, Marcy?”
“ I have a message from Captain Young. He says he’s not going to be able to set up a meeting between you and Detective Hernandez at this time.”
“ Well when can he do it?”
“ That’s all the information I have, Detective. We’ll keep you posted.”
Stanton hung up and left his hand on the receiver. He tapped it three times and then got up and ran to the elevators.
The San Diego Police Department had nine divisions splitting the city into districts. La Jolla was in the Northern Division. Young, though captain over Vice Operations for the entire city, was from the Midwest Division and that was his baby. He wouldn’t care that much about one murder in Northern.
Vice Administration was on the third floor and Stanton walked through reception, holding up his badge to the secretary. She was a newbie and wasn’t sure if that was proper procedure or not but Stanton seemed so confident she let him pass without a word.
He got to Young’s office and saw Marcy sitting at a small desk out front. He ran to the office door and she began yelling as he opened it. No one was inside.
“ What the hell are you doing!” she yelled. “You can’t barge in on a captain! I’m calling—”
“ Where is he?”
“ None of your business, Jon. Now you—”
Stanton noticed photos on her desk. They were of two teenage daughters. Her husband had his arms wrapped around their shoulders and they were in softball uniforms.
“ Marcy,” he interrupted. He pulled out the photo of Tami he kept in the breast pocket of his shirt. He placed it in front of her and her eyes went to it. “She was twenty-three years old. He raped her for ten hours, and then tortured her to death. George has information that can help me catch him. Please, where is he?”
Marcy swallowed and he could see the slightest trace of tears welling up in her eyes. He left the photo out a little longer than necessary and then slowly put it back in his pocket.
“ You can’t say—”
“ It stays between us.”
“ He’s having breakfast at Bencotto. It’s on Fir Street near the PCH.”
“ Thank you.”
Stanton sped out of the parking lot and rolled down his windows. He didn’t even know why he was rushing. Young would be back in the administrative offices later today. Maybe, instinctually, he wanted to catch him off guard. Stop him somewhere he wasn’t used to having authority and at a time he didn’t want to have the conversation.
Stanton raced along the freeway, weaving in and out of traffic though it wasn’t necessary. A small part of him said that he missed this.
Bencotto was chic and urban, the lower level opting for glass instead of walls. The servers were all attractive and well groomed, the bar hosting a
He found it near the bottom of the box; a pink planner with white ring binding. There were little hearts on the front and on the inside cover it said, “Property of Tami.”
The date of her death was empty. He flipped through the previous month and then the subsequent month. Then he started from the beginning and read the whole thing. There were birthdays of a few people and Stanton wrote their names down, though most of them were only first names. One particular entry that caught his attention was for Halloween of the year she was killed. It said, “Meet hottie at The Trapp.”
He Googled The Trapp and found that it was a bar in La Jolla. He wrote down the address and then flipped through the day planner one more time to see if there was anything he missed.
His phone rang.
“ This is Jon.”
“ Jon, this is Marcy, in Vice downstairs.”
Stanton remembered Marcy from her days as front desk receptionist. She was legendary for how protective she was of her beloved SDPD. It was rumored she once spent three hours talking a citizen out of making a complaint to IAD.
“ What can I do for you, Marcy?”
“ I have a message from Captain Young. He says he’s not going to be able to set up a meeting between you and Detective Hernandez at this time.”
“ Well when can he do it?”
“ That’s all the information I have, Detective. We’ll keep you posted.”
Stanton hung up and left his hand on the receiver. He tapped it three times and then got up and ran to the elevators.
The San Diego Police Department had nine divisions splitting the city into districts. La Jolla was in the Northern Division. Young, though captain over Vice Operations for the entire city, was from the Midwest Division and that was his baby. He wouldn’t care that much about one murder in Northern.
Vice Administration was on the third floor and Stanton walked through reception, holding up his badge to the secretary. She was a newbie and wasn’t sure if that was proper procedure or not but Stanton seemed so confident she let him pass without a word.
He got to Young’s office and saw Marcy sitting at a small desk out front. He ran to the office door and she began yelling as he opened it. No one was inside.
“ What the hell are you doing!” she yelled. “You can’t barge in on a captain! I’m calling—”
“ Where is he?”
“ None of your business, Jon. Now you—”
Stanton noticed photos on her desk. They were of two teenage daughters. Her husband had his arms wrapped around their shoulders and they were in softball uniforms.
“ Marcy,” he interrupted. He pulled out the photo of Tami he kept in the breast pocket of his shirt. He placed it in front of her and her eyes went to it. “She was twenty-three years old. He raped her for ten hours, and then tortured her to death. George has information that can help me catch him. Please, where is he?”
Marcy swallowed and he could see the slightest trace of tears welling up in her eyes. He left the photo out a little longer than necessary and then slowly put it back in his pocket.
“ You can’t say—”
“ It stays between us.”
“ He’s having breakfast at Bencotto. It’s on Fir Street near the PCH.”
“ Thank you.”
Stanton sped out of the parking lot and rolled down his windows. He didn’t even know why he was rushing. Young would be back in the administrative offices later today. Maybe, instinctually, he wanted to catch him off guard. Stop him somewhere he wasn’t used to having authority and at a time he didn’t want to have the conversation.
Stanton raced along the freeway, weaving in and out of traffic though it wasn’t necessary. A small part of him said that he missed this.
Bencotto was chic and urban, the lower level opting for glass instead of walls. The servers were all attractive and well groomed, the bar hosting a
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