Carpenter turned her face and looked out the window toward the street. Ballard was silent while she thought about the story of the Carpenter marriage. Finally, she landed on a question.
“Cindy, do you remember, when he asked you what happened, did you get any sense that he already knew?”
“Of course he did. You told him.”
“I didn’t tell him you were sexually assaulted. I said it was a break-in. Did he already know you were attacked?”
“I don’t know.”
“Try to remember, what exactly did he say?”
“He said, ‘I heard that some guys broke in and are you all right.’ Things like that.”
Ballard paused for a moment. She wanted to get the next question right.
“Cindy, think back to that call. Did he say ‘some guys’ broke in? He used the plural?”
“I don’t know. I can’t remember. I might have told him it was two guys, because I told him what happened. The point is, he now knows and I really wish he didn’t.”
Ballard knew that she had not mentioned that there were multiple suspects when she talked to Reginald on the phone. But now Cindy Carpenter couldn’t reliably remember who brought that fact into their conversation. It further advanced Ballard’s suspicions, because Cindy’s recounting of the conversation revealed more about their marriage. Her description of her ex-husband made him sound petty, selfish, and vengeful.
Again, though, she had to ask herself why she kept coming back to Reginald. He presumably had an alibi. And there was no known connection between Cindy or Reginald Carpenter and the other two victims of the Midnight Men.
“Did Reginald happen to say where he was on New Year’s?” she asked.
“He said he’d just gotten back from a golf trip in the desert when you called him,” Carpenter said. “He didn’t say exactly where that was and I didn’t ask. It was the last thing I cared about. Why are you asking that?”
“He just seemed preoccupied when I called him.”
“Please stop calling him.”
“I already have.”
Palm Springs qualified as the desert. As much as Ballard disliked Reginald Carpenter, it seemed unlikely that he was involved in the Midnight Men attacks. She decided to put the ex-husband aside and continue her hunt for a nexus between the three victims.
“How much of the questionnaire did you get through?” she asked.
“I’m almost finished,” Carpenter said. “It’s right here.”
She pulled a folded sheaf of papers off the side table and tried to fling it across the coffee table to Ballard. She missed badly and it ended up on the other end of the couch.
“Oops, sorry,” Carpenter said.
Ballard got up and picked up the papers.
“The calendar in there goes back sixty days,” Carpenter said. “I can barely remember where I was a week ago. So it’s definitely incomplete. But I got the rest of it done.”
“Thank you,” Ballard said. “I know this was a headache for you to do right now, but it is really valuable to the investigation.”
She flipped through the pages and read some of the answers Carpenter had provided in the calendar section. These included restaurants and shopping destinations. The week before Christmas and the day itself were marked with “La Jolla.”
“La Jolla?” Ballard asked.
“My parents live down there,” Carpenter said. “I always go down at Christmas.”
Ballard finished scanning.
“You went the whole month without putting gas in your car?” she asked. “What about gassing up to go down to La Jolla?”
“I didn’t know you wanted that kind of stuff,” Carpenter said.
“We want everything, Cindy. Anything you can remember.”
“I get gas at the Shell at Franklin and Gower. It’s on my way to work.”
“See, that’s exactly what we want. The locations of your routines. When did you last get gas?”
“On my way back from my parents’ the day after Christmas. Somewhere in Orange County off the five.”
“Okay, we don’t care about that, I don’t think, since it’s a one-off. What about disputes? Anybody at work or elsewhere?”
“Not really. I mean, customers complain all the time — we just give them another coffee and that’s it.”
“So nothing’s ever gotten out of hand? Especially recently?”
“Not that I can think of.”
“You have down here Massage Envy — is that the one on Hillhurst?”