Chapters (49)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- Contents
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- Author’s Note and Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Duncan walked to his car and she thought about what he’d said about the bodies. The kids were probably killed around 3:00 p.m. Wednesday and Coyle went to Walmart at 10:30 that night. In between, he dismembered the children, did some “cleaning” at the house, and realized he needed to go shopping for more supplies. He wasn’t going to show up covered with blood. That meant he had to shower and change first, either in the bloody bathtub at Tanya’s house, in his own home, or somewhere else. Whether he disposed of the bodies before or after the Walmart trip, and her money was on before, she didn’t think he had time to go very far. The bodies were within their jurisdiction, she was certain of that.
They already had cadaver dogs searching the park, but there were other local places to check out. For starters, there was the Calabasas landfill on Lost Hills Road, in the graded hills directly across from the sheriff’s station north of the Ventura Freeway. That’s where the bags of body parts would be if he’d tossed them in any local trash can or dumpster. But he also could have gone to the dump himself.
Eve spotted Biddle and Garvey chatting with a couple of deputies, made eye contact with the two detectives, and motioned them aside. They joined her.
“We’ve got to find those body parts,” Eve said. “I need you to arrange a search of the Lost Hills dump and get some divers to check out Malibu Lake.”
“How about getting a search party into Malibu Canyon along Las Virgenes?” Biddle said, referring to the deep gorge that cleaved the Santa Monica Mountains between Calabasas and the sea. Las Virgenes Road was cut into a mountainside along the ravine and was a scary drive along the edge for anyone afraid of heights. “He could have tossed the bags there. Cars can go off the cliff and not be spotted for years.”
“We worked a case like that,” Garvey said. “A wrecked Benz with two skeletons was found by firefighters putting out a small brush fire. The bodies belonged to an elderly couple that had been missing for five years. Turns out their kids drove by their corpses every day without even knowing it. That’s some haunting shit. It’d make a great movie. I’ve been pitching it around.”
There was also the scandalous case a few years back of a woman who was released from custody at Lost Hills station very late one night and then disappeared. Her bones were found in the canyon years later but the details of her fate were still a mystery, as well as a continuing source of bad publicity for the department, thanks to an ongoing lawsuit from her family. Eve doubted Garvey was pitching that story to Hollywood.