A Killing in China Basin - By Kirk Russell Page 0,1

plates. After recounting this he didn’t wait for any more questions.

‘I’ve got to go. This thing is at the med center in half an hour.’

Raveneau called in the plates on the drive back to the Hall of Justice, and then phoned Bates and asked if Stoltz drove a white Lexus SUV.

‘He does.’

‘The plates I just ran are registered to a San Jose corporation.’

‘I don’t know about that, but I spent two days on him. He went back and forth from work in a white Lexus RX350. I can read you the plate numbers if you want.’

‘Go ahead.’

Bates did and then asked, ‘Did Ted tell you he saw Stoltz three or four other times last week, and that one of those times was when I know Stoltz was at work in Palo Alto? Did he tell you that? I’ll bet he didn’t. I saw Stoltz go into the building where he works an hour before Ted called me. I could see his Lexus in the lot as Ted was talking to me.’

‘He talked about the hardware store. He’s certain it was Stoltz.’

Bates sighed.

‘Look, lately he’s calling me in the middle of the night. I mean, two, three o’clock in the morning, anxious and panicked, and it isn’t really about Stoltz. It’s about dying. It’s about needing someone to talk to. With me he’s focusing on all the old cases, all the cold ones, and those we screwed up or didn’t solve. He’s trying to tie up the loose ends. But you saw him this morning so you probably already know what I’m going to tell you now, though you keep this to yourself. They’ve given him three months max. The priest at his church is counseling him, but you know Ted, he just won’t accept it. He’s fighting it all the way in.’

‘Wouldn’t you?’

‘At some point, I don’t know.’ They were both quiet. It was easy to imagine how you would face death, another thing to do it. Bates asked, ‘Are you going to knock on Stoltz’s door?’

‘I told Ted I would.’

‘Give me a call when you’re ready to and I’ll come with you.’

Raveneau would never make that call. When Stoltz opened the door it would just be him standing there looking back at him, and he would make it very clear to Stoltz. He’d make it so clear Stoltz couldn’t possibly misunderstand.

TWO

Raveneau was often restless when he was on-call. He ate a late dinner sitting at the bar of a pizza place close to where he lived, and then drove out Fulton Street to the ocean and up the Great Highway past the Cliff House to the Guadalcanal Memorial in the broad lot at the base of Fort Meyers.

He came here occasionally, not as much any more, but it did something for him still, and tonight he remembered the fever and fear after 9/11 and the invasion of Afghanistan when his son, his only child, Chris, eager to get to the front lines of the newly coined War on Terror, became a Marine. Chris had died eight years ago in a firefight in Fallujah, Iraq.

Raveneau parked and walked out to the shrapnel-scarred bow section of the USS San Francisco and the plaque reading,

This memorial to Rear Admiral Daniel Judson Callaghan, USN and his officers and men who gave their lives for our country while fighting on board the USS ‘San Francisco’ in the battle of Guadalcanal on the night of 12–13 November 1942 was formed from the bridge of their ship and here mounted on the Great Circle Course to Guadalcanal by the grateful people of San Francisco on 12 November 1950.

Raveneau’s father, who was also gone, brought him here at age five and had him run his fingers over the names inscribed until they came to rest on Benjamin Tomlinson. Tomlinson, like Raveneau’s father, had also served on the USS San Francisco, but unlike his dad, Tomlinson was killed in the battle at Guadalcanal.

‘I gave you his first name because he was the kind of man I want you to be.’

After the service for Chris, his dad had suggested coming here, and once here, touched the etched granite and said, ‘All I can say to you is that after this war ends and the reasons for going into it and the men who took us there are forgotten, and they will be, remember that Chris went there for us. Never forget that. In his heart he was there for us. Always hold that, son. It will help you.’

Raveneau touched