Chapter 62 Jordan

SIXTY-TWO

JORDAN

You can take the girl out of Beverly Hills, but you can’t take the Beverly Hills out of the girl.

—Kim Richards

“She’s on the bus,” said Jordan. “Has to be.”

Jordan, Wen, and the rest of the marshals stood around a paper map that had been spread out on the hot hood of the black Ford Explorer outside the house in Reseda.

Ellett had used Uber Eats to order Winchell’s donuts and coffee, but all that was left was a greasy box and empty cups.

After a two-hour search of the surrounding blocks, going house to house and yard to yard with the help of LAPD, they had once again come up empty.

“He may dress like a tourist, but Burke’s right,” said Hart. “She’s paying cash and taking public transit. No idea how she learned the system so fast. I still don’t know how to ride the bus.”

Wen rubbed her face tiredly. “ETA on surveillance video?”

“I ask every fifteen minutes, but you know LA Metro,” said Ellett. “They probably haven’t gotten into work yet.”

“Probably still stuck in traffic,” said Crosby, making Hart laugh.

“We need to think about where she’s going and her most likely landing points,” insisted Jordan.

“What are those?” asked Wen. “Her house went to her stepdaughter, who hates her for obvious reasons. And her friends all unfriended her after the verdict, except for one die-hard with an Instagram account.”

“We need to put somebody on her.”

Wen looked at Hart, who said, “On it, boss.”

Jordan made a mental note to call home as soon as he could, then asked, “Who called in the tip?”

“Willow Kania, the woman who owns the house. But that was after the tweaker heard her talking on the phone.”

“Any idea who to?”

“Somebody named Dylan.”

Dylan Danvers? Jordan’s skin prickled. He started to say something and thought better of it. Every time Wen and her team came in hot, they came up empty-handed. He needed to think things through.

Wen’s phone chirped and she took the call. She listened for thirty seconds and hung up.

“A waiter named Rolf says he’s pretty sure Cara Campbell just turned up at the Beverly Hills Hotel.”

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