to interview me down at the jail,â she asks, âor would you prefer to come up to the house for a cup of coffee?â
Dennis says the house would be better, as the screams from all the suspects being beaten up by the cops âdown at the jailâ might be off-putting.
Linda laughs. âI like you already, Detective,â and they make an appointment for later in the day.
CHAPTER 13
Dennis has seen a lot of wealthy peopleâs homes, but even by the standards of wealth heâs familiar with, the Paulson estate stands alone. On three acres of prime Bel Air real estate, the two-story, thirty-thousand-square-foot house is beautifully situated on the highest point on the property, which also features a guest house, a tennis court, a pool, and separate servantsâ quarters.
Dennis drives through the tall iron gate and tins the armed private security guy in the blue blazer, who calls him sir and directs him up the driveway to the front of the house. At the door, Dennis quickly huffs into his cupped palm to make sure the garlic from the linguini he had at lunch hasnât hung around past its welcome.
The door opens, and a uniformed maid greets Dennis and walks him into the library, telling him Mrs. Paulson will join him shortly.
Looking around, Dennis is prepared to bet his pension no one living here has ever read a single one of the leather-bound volumes lining the walls of the magnificent wood-paneled room.
âIâve read every one of them,â Linda Paulson says, entering the room, her hand outstretched in greeting, as if she could also read minds. Then, smiling, she says,
âNot.â
âWhat a place,â Dennis says, shaking her hand, and heâs not kidding.
âItâs bigger than we need, but it was my husbandâs before we were married,â and her self-deprecating little shrug says, whatâs a girl to do?
Dennis tells Linda he appreciates her taking the time to see him, he wonât keep her long, but if he could just ask her a couple of questions, heâs interviewing everyone who knew Ramon, heâll let her get back to her reading.
His little play off her joke earns him a dazzling smile, and Dennis thinks to himself he wouldnât mind seeing a tape of Linda Paulson banging
any
one.
âI doubt I can tell you much about him past what you probably have already,â Linda says. âI hardly got to know him at all.â
âHow long were you taking his class?â Dennis asks.
âAbout four months or so. I used to be a working actress in my salad days, before I met Marv, and while I havenât really pursued my career since then, I thought it would be fun to take some classes, kind of stretch out my acting muscles.â
She tells Dennis she certainly knew Ramon was something of a womanizer, and while it was none of her business, it was pretty obvious that heâd slept with a number of the girls in his class.
âDid he ever come on to you?â Dennis asks, and Linda laughs.
âNo,â she says. âI donât think he was very interested. Iâm a happily married woman, Detective, and there were a lot of very pretty single girls in class who were half my age.â
Dennis is willing to bet double or nothing that Ramon
was
very interested, that he was probably all
over
Linda Paulson. What he isnât sure of is whether
she
was all over
him,
though from having seen pictures of her fat slob husband, Marv, Dennis figures itâs at least fifty-fifty she thought about it.
Dennis has been around long enough to understand why a beautiful woman like Linda Paulson would hook up with a fat piece of shit like Marv, if you donât think about it too specifically. If you only think about the fact that, okay, heâs rich, they hang out with lots of celebrities, they have floor seats at the Laker games, thereâs a certain cachet in Hollywood that comes from being with a rich, powerful tub like MarvâDennis