The Museum of Desire

Chapter 45

Two thirty p.m., that day: new whiteboard.

The stars of the display: enlarged DMV shots of Stefan Sigmund Kierstead, fifty-four, and Candace Walls Kierstead, forty-one.

Sleepy had confirmed the couple’s numerous trips to and from Hong Kong, Macao, Bern, Basel, Zurich, and Stockholm but still no information on where they’d lived before moving to L.A.

Further digging on the Walls family revealed that Candace’s parents, Charleston and Cinthia, were both deceased, as was brother Cormac. All three deaths had been registered at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. Hepatitis, liver cancer, liver failure.

Brother Charleston Jr. was alive and a resident of the Federal Correctional Institution in Cumberland, Maryland, six years into a twenty-two-year sentence for manslaughter and drug possession with intent to sell. A chat with an assistant warden revealed the specifics: running over a meth-dealing competitor with his car. Twice.

According to prison records, Walls was a no-problems inmate, hampered by diabetes, heart disease, and liver disease, loosely connected to the Aryan Brotherhood but not a member. A mugshot revealed a shaved-head, facially tattooed, sunken-eyed con with a goatish white chin beard bottoming a pale, collapsed face. Forty-eight but looking closer to seventy.

Marc Coolidge said, “Bunch of alkies, quality family.”

Al Freeman sitting next to Alicia Bogomil, their legs occasionally bumping, said, “Same old story.”

Alicia said, “Ain’t that the truth,” and smiled at him. Bump.

Milo said, “There’s no record of any domestic calls to the family and outwardly they look respectable. Dad was an IRS lawyer and they lived in a nice neighborhood.”

Moe Reed said, “Putting up a façade.” His voice emerging from Milo’s laptop.

He and Binchy were linked in to the meeting on FaceTime, Binchy now back on the Hart Street watch, Reed soloing Benedict Canyon and Conrock. So far, no movement at either location and neither the Volvo nor the Rolls had emerged from behind the black gate.

“The good news,” said Milo, “is I just got arrest warrants for both of them along with paper to enter both houses and the entire gallery building. We can also confiscate Okash’s car, which is still parked out back. I don’t wanna confront the Kiersteads or make a show of entering the gallery. Too many unknowns so we’re in a holding pattern, hoping to spot them on the road and take them.”

Coolidge said, “Avoid a hostage situation.”

“That and giving them time to destroy evidence. These are people responsible for at least six murders, likely seven. Once they’re in custody, we’ll separate them and take our time. Any questions?”

Al Freeman said, “They’re Nazis and her brother’s linked to the Brotherhood. Any connection?”

“Not so far and prison records say Candace never visited him. In fact, he’s gotten no visitors, period. The nun told Alex they weren’t exactly close-knit.”

“Bastards,” said Alicia. “Those poor dogs.”

Freeman said, “Hating’s an overall thing.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

Bump.

I checked my watch and stood and headed for the door.

No surprise on Milo’s face. Freeman and Coolidge and Bogomil stared.

He said, “Dr. D.’s got a woman to talk to.”