39

THE BARKLEY Company occupied the top three floors of a black glass fortress in Century City with enough armed guards, security stations, and metal detectors to secure an international airport. Pike called Bud to arrange the meet, expecting to see Barkley at home, but Bud told him Barkley had been called to his office. Pike did not explain why they wanted to see him, except that it was about Larkin. Bud agreed to meet them-they would need Bud to get through security.

Bud said, “No guns, Joe. I can’t let you be armed.”

Pike said, “Sure.”

“You bringing Larkin?”

“You bringing Pitman?”

“I’m not going to tell Pitman a goddamned thing. I won’t even tell Barkley. Just meet me in the lobby and I’ll take you up.”

Bud hung up.

Parking at Barkley’s office was an adventure. When Pike and Cole arrived, attendants took their names and asked for identification, and guards with mirrors examined the bottom of Cole’s car.

Cole said, “If we have to get out of this place fast, we’re screwed.”

Pike didn’t play off Cole’s bait for a joke. He was thinking about the girl. He wanted to hurt the people who were hurting her. He kept reading the pain in her eyes, that she was trapped by herself in a tortured world, alone with a pain no one could share and from which she would never escape. And each time he saw it in her he saw it in himself, and wanted to punish them. He wanted to punish them badly enough that he would become his father to do it, and they would be him. He wanted them to know it like that-for hurting this girl. For abusing their power. For their arrogance.

Cole said, “You’re awfully quiet. Even for you.”

“I’m good.”

Bud was waiting in the lobby with two visitor passes they had to wear around their necks. Bud had already signed them in.

Bud said, “You want to tell me what this is about before we go up?”

“No.”

Pike knew from Bud’s manner that Pitman hadn’t called. They passed through a metal detector, then boarded a special elevator that went directly to the top floor.

As they rode up, Bud said, “How’s she doing?”

“Not so good.”

“You just keep her safe. That’s why you’re here. I think there’s a lot these bastards aren’t telling us.”

When the doors opened, Bud led them into a reception area where an older woman with curly blond hair sat at a desk. She recognized Bud and waved them past.

“He’s back there somewhere. If he’s not in his office, just ask. They’re having some kind of problem.”

Cole nudged Pike and whispered, “Already? We just arrived.”

They followed Bud down a long hall that looked like an art gallery, then past empty cubicles that should have been occupied by people Bud described as assistants. They found Conner Barkley outside his office with a small group of well-dressed men and women. They were immaculately groomed in Brioni and Donna Karan, but Barkley looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. His hair was sticking out at odd angles and his eyes were nervous and red. He blinked when he saw them approaching, then ran a hand over his head as he frowned at Bud.

“I didn’t know you were bringing these people.”

Pike grabbed Barkley by the throat and pushed him backwards into his office.

Bud was caught off guard.

“Joe!”

Chaos exploded like incoming mortars, but Pike ignored it. The well-dressed people were shocked and shouting, and Cole told someone to back the fuck up. Pike pushed Barkley into the wall as Cole and Bud surged into the office behind him and slammed the door, Bud trying to pull him off Barkley.

“Are you crazy? Did you lose your mind?”

Pike squeezed Barkley’s throat. Not so hard. A little.

Pike said, “Stentorum Real Holdings.”

Barkley’s eyes floated in pink pools. He wheezed, and his words were gurgles.

“I don’t know what you want.”

Bud had Pike by the arm. Cole stepped up beside him.

Bud saying, “Let go. Jesus, they’re calling the police! You want the police?”

Cole saying, “How about I do the talking?”

Pike stepped away. Barkley clutched at his throat, then coughed and spat on the floor.

“Why did you do that? Why are you so mad?”

Pike wondered if Barkley was insane.

Bud moved between Pike and Barkley, raising his hands.

“Let’s take it easy. Jesus, what are you doing?”

Cole said, “Stentorum Real Holdings is a company owned by Mr. Barkley. Stentorum is trying to buy the building where we found the Kings’ bodies. They’ve had an agreement to buy that building for four months. It’s the building where Larkin had her accident with the Kings and Khali Vahnich.”

Barkley was still rubbing his throat.

“What are you talking about? I don’t know anything about that. I own Stentorum, yes, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Pike watched Barkley as Cole went through it. Pike read his eyes and his mouth, and the rubbery way Barkley held himself. He listened to the timbre of Barkley’s voice, gauging its rise and fall against Barkley’s shifting focus and the nervous movement of his hands. Pike decided Barkley was telling the truth.

Pike said, “Did you know Alex Meesh was a lie?”

Barkley flushed. His eye contact faltered, he glanced away, then his eyes rolled up and to the left. Pike saw he was ashamed of himself.

“We thought it was the only way.”

Bud took Barkley’s arm.

“You knew about Vahnich? Jesus, Conner. For Christ’s sake.”

Cole said, “What about the property? I spoke with the executor of the trust. She has an option-to-buy agreement with Stentorum Real Holdings.”

“I don’t pay attention to those things. I have people for that.”

Pike said, “Kline.”

Barkley passed his hands over his head again, pushing the lank hair from his face.

“Gordon left. He’s gone. I’ll show you-”

Barkley led them down the hall to the far end of the building to Gordon Kline’s office. Pike understood why Barkley’s side of the floor was empty; a crowd of people were at Kline’s end of the floor, going through his files and computer, and the computers that were used by his assistants.

Barkley said, “We think he left last night. I don’t know. Some things are missing-”

Bud said, “Money?”

“We think so, yes. There were discrepancies. He was living here. He moved into his office when this mess with Vahnich started. He said he was scared.”

Cole went to Kline’s desk where a team of people were working at his computer.

“Could he have used Stentorum to buy the property without your knowing about it?”

“Of course he could. I let Gordon take care of these things. I trusted him.”

Cole spoke loud to the room.

“Who has his phone log? C’mon, you people must log the calls. Is someone checking the log?”

Two women sitting together on a couch looked as if they didn’t know whether to answer, but Cole was with Mr. Barkley, so the older one raised her hand.

“We have it.”

Cole went over.

“Start about a month ago, doesn’t matter which day. These logs include his cell and personal?”

“Yes, sir.”

Executives of a certain level often got free phone service as one of their perks. Companies would absorb their phone bills under the rationale their executives conducted significant business by phone.

The woman flipped through the pages until she found the right dates, and Cole followed his finger down the page. He skimmed down one page, flipped to another, then looked up.

“It’s the same number we got off Luis’s phone. Vahnich.”

Pike moved closer to Barkley and lowered his voice.

“Was it Kline who suggested you lie to Larkin about Vahnich?”

Barkley nodded, then realized why Pike had asked.

“Was Gordon telling Vahnich how to find her?”

Bud looked sick now, almost as sick as Barkley.

“That sonofabitch. He was probably trying to buy himself time. Maybe blaming you for holding up the deal.”