“I’ll call them first thing in the morning,” Oliver said. “By the way, Marge had an interesting idea.”

“What idea was that?” Marge asked.

“Farley, Charley.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She turned to Decker. “So Adrianna was being chatted up by this mystery guy at Garage. Crystal thought she might have heard someone call him Farley. I was thinking that maybe she heard ‘Charley’ instead of ‘Farley.’ As in Chuck Tinsley.”

Oliver said, “We interviewed a woman named Yvette Jackson a few hours ago who works at Garage. She said she thought that she could identify the guy Adrianna was with. We were thinking about making a six-pack with Tinsley’s DMV picture and see if she could point him out.”

“Does Tinsley have a record?” Decker asked.

“He’s not in the system. But I didn’t check beyond LAPD.”

Decker shrugged. “Give it a go.”

No one spoke as three pairs of eyes looked down at the body. Gloria, the Hispanic CI, came over and felt her skin with a gloved hand. “She’s still cold.”

“How long is it going to take for her to warm up?”

“A while.”

Decker spoke to his detectives. “I’ll wait here. Why don’t you two start canvassing the complex. Not too many apartments, so it shouldn’t take too long. I’ll give you a buzz when they’re ready to move the body.”

“You bet.” Marge looked at her boss and longtime friend. “Are you all right, Rabbi?”

“Just tired.”

“How’s the kid?”

“He’s still parentless.” Decker messaged his temples. “I feel bad for him. I also feel stupid for getting involved in his mother’s life.” He gave them a minute recap of his day. “I don’t know if she’s legitimately in trouble—in which case I’ll feel guilty for being mad at her—or if she played me, using my home as a safe place to dump her kid while she reinvents herself.”

“And you haven’t heard from Donatti?”

“I haven’t but the kid admitted to me that he saw him yesterday.”

“So he’s in town or…”

“Probably long gone. Donatti gave Gabe his passport, his Social Security card, and a wad of cash. Probably gave Gabe other things but that’s all the kid will admit to. It’s clear to me that Donatti isn’t coming to pick up his progeny any time soon.”

“Doesn’t his aunt live in L.A.?” Oliver said.

“His aunt and his grandfather.”

“So he has options. Why are you shouldering the burden?”

“He’s offered to go to his aunt’s. But he’d rather stay with me.”

Oliver said. “It isn’t his choice, Rabbi, it’s yours.”

“I know. I should let him leave. But my conscience tells me that putting him into the custody of an irresponsible kid herself is not the right thing to do.”