“We believe he returned here from the airport because his car is missing. He drives a black Prius. Get his tag, and put it out to patrol.”

“Did Azzara kill these people?”

Cole said, “We told you who killed them. Azzara probably has Rainey, and one or both of them can probably help find Rose Platt.”

Cole showed them William Rainey’s booking photo.

“I wrote Rainey’s file number on the back. Call the Louisiana Department of Justice. They’ll back up what we’re saying.”

Button’s jaw worked as he stared at the photo, but he handed it to Futardo.

“Call down there and see if you can find someone who knows about this.”

Futardo started away, but Button stopped her.

“Hang on—before you call, pull Azzara’s DMV and give it to the patrol commander. Tell him Azzara is a suspect in a multiple homicide. Tell him I’ll call him as soon as I can.”

She started away again, but he stopped her again.

“Futardo. They give you any shit down in Louisiana, bring me the phone.”

This time he let her go, and turned back to Pike.

“Twelve fucking million dollars, and this guy is making sandwiches in Venice?”

“Po’boys.”

As Futardo left, a Pacific Station gang detective named Eduardo Valenti waved them over to the banger by the coffee table.

“I know this one, too. Bobby Ruiz, aka Lil Rok.”

“One of Azzara’s people?”

“You bet. Born and bred Malevos over by Ghost Town.”

Valenti had already identified the banger by the kitchen island as a Malevos lifer named Trejo Hermanos, who was known as Crazy T.

Pike didn’t care who they were. The entire Los Angeles patrol division would now be looking for Azzara’s Prius, which was what Pike wanted, so now Pike wanted to continue the search himself. If Azzara had Rainey, then finding Azzara would give him Rainey, and Pike wanted Rainey.

Pike left Cole with Button and Valenti, and stepped outside to call Marisol.

“How’s Artie?”

“Hold on—”

She was probably with Artie, and had to change rooms to speak freely. She came back on the line a few seconds later, her voice soft so Artie wouldn’t hear.

“He’s better, I think. I checked his temperature like you said. It’s okay.”

“What about the blood in his urine?”

“Kinda pink, but not as much. I’ve been giving him cranberry juice. You think that’s okay, the cranberry juice?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.”

Pike waited while a Coroner Investigator went by on his way to a dead Federale. While Pike waited, he saw Straw enter the great room. Straw badged a uniformed officer, who pointed him toward Button. Then the CI was gone, and Pike continued with Marisol.

“I’m at Azzara’s house. That was a good address you gave me. It helped.”

“You are with Miguel?”