“I’m wondering if she didn’t meet someone at Garage who finally gave her the courage to break up. And then maybe she and Mr. Right hooked up the following morning and that’s who murdered her.”

“But how would she hook up with someone when we didn’t see her leave the hospital?” Oliver asked.

“She had to come out. We just missed it. If we can enhance that woman who keeps running through my brain, we could at least see what she looked like the day she was murdered.”

“Give it a try,” Decker said.

“The murder is weird,” Marge said. “The killer made no attempt to hide the body. Instead it was presented in a dramatic way…like shown off. And it sounds planned. She didn’t seem to struggle. It just doesn’t sound to me like an argument between girlfriend and boyfriend gone south.”

Oliver said, “You’re really into this deadly hookup thing.”

“Just want to find out who Adrianna was talking to the night before she died.”

“Go back to Garage and work the crowd for an ID,” Decker said. “You know I’ve said this before. It’s possible that you didn’t see Adrianna on the tapes because she never left the hospital alive. My guess is that she was sedated or poisoned before she was strung up. Go back to St. Tim’s. Get a more precise time frame. That will tell you a lot.”

Marge said, “She had to leave at one point, Rabbi, because we found her dead at the construction site.”

“Corpses are removed all the time from hospitals by funeral-home cars, hearses, and coroner’s wagons,” Decker said. “Could be someone took her out in a body bag.”

OVER THE PHONE, Eliza said, “I got a hit for Donatti. One of the tickets had a 2009 Lexus with a paper plate that came from Luxury Cars and Vans in Westwood. It’s about a fifteen-, twenty-minute ride from the hotel. The rental contract was filled out by Donatti. According to his parking ticket, he came in at twelve-eighteen and left at two forty-seven. Donatti returned the car to the rental office at three twenty-seven in the afternoon.”

“Great job.”

“The bad part is the trail gets cold after that. He needed some form of transportation from the rental company to wherever he went. I called up the local cab companies. The closest pickup the company had on the books was about a half mile away at four-oh-five. I’m trying to get hold of the cabdriver. See if he remembers Donatti. But the pickup may not have been him. And I don’t see him taking the bus.”

“Probably not. What about hotels? Chris came in Saturday morning. Where did he stay?”

“I’ve tried all of Westwood and am now doing Beverly Hills—Montage, Beverly Wilshire, the Beverly Hills Hotel. So far, no luck. Maybe I should try smaller places.”