The Face

permanence, some assurance. He had been too wounded to provide what she wanted. Or too stupid.
        “Looked him up for a rap sheet,” Laura said, “but he’s clean. DMV says ‘hair brown, eyes blue.’ Says ‘sex male.’ I like sex male. I don’t [11] get enough sex male. Height six-one, weight one-eighty. DOB-June sixth, nineteen seventy-two, which makes him thirty-one.”
        Ethan had it all on a notepad. “Thanks, Laura. I owe you one.”
        “So then tell me-how big’s his charlie?”
        “Isn’t that in the DMV file?”
        “I don’t mean Rolf’s charlie. I mean Manheim’s. Does it hang to his ankles or just to his knees?”
        “I’ve never seen his charlie, but he doesn’t seem to have any trouble walking.”
        “Cookie, maybe you can introduce us sometime.”
        Ethan had never known why she called him Cookie. “The man would bore your ass off, Laura , and that’s the truth.”
        “Pretty as he is, I wouldn’t need conversation. I’d just shove a rag in his mouth, tape his lips shut, and off we’d go to paradise.”
        “Basically it’s my job to keep people like you away from him.”
        “Truman derives from two Old English words,” she said. “It means ‘steadfast, loyal, trustworthy, constant.’ ”
        “You can’t get a date with the Face by making me feel guilty. Besides, when wasn’t I loyal and trustworthy?”
        “Cookie, two out of four doesn’t mean you deserve your name.”
        “You were too good for me anyway, Laura. You’ve got more to give than a shlump like me can appreciate.”
        “I’d like to see your old Ten Card,” she said, referring to his record of service on the force. “Must be more brown stars for ass kissing on that baby than any hundred other cards in the history of the job.”
        “If you’re done dissing me, I’ve been wondering… Rolf. Famous wolf. Does that make sense? What’s a wolf have to do to get famous?”
        “Kill a lot of sheep, I guess.”

        By the time Ethan said good-bye to Laura, a thin rain had begun to fall again. Without the ardor of a wind, the droplets barely kissed the study windows.
        [12] Using the remote control, he switched on the TV and then the VCR. The tape was already loaded. He’d watched it six times before.
        Exterior security cameras throughout the estate numbered eighty-six. Every house door and window and all the approaches across the grounds were monitored.
        Only the north wall of the estate abutted public property. This long rampart, including the gate, was under surveillance by cameras mounted in the trees on the land directly across the street, a parcel also owned by Channing Manheim.
        Anyone reconnoitering the front-wall security, the operation of the gate, and the protocols of visitor identification would detect no cameras on the public side or in the estate trees that overhung the wall. They would assume that surveillance could be conducted solely from within the property.
        Meanwhile, they would be watched by the cameras on the farther side of the narrow Bel Air byway, barely two lanes wide, which lacked sidewalks and streetlamps. A zoom shot would provide a clear ID to help ensure a conviction if the subject proceeded from reconnoitering to any act of criminal intent.
        The cameras operated 24/7. From the security office in the groundskeeper’s building and from several points in the house, any videocŕm in the system could be accessed if you knew the command.
        Several televisions in the house and a bank of six in the security office could receive the video feed from any camera. One TV could display as many as four views simultaneously in quarter-screen format. Therefore, the security team was able to study images from as many as twenty-four cameras at any one time.
        Mostly, the guards drank coffee and bullshitted each other. If an alarm was triggered, however, they could have an immediate, close look at whatever corner of the estate had been violated. Camera by camera, they would be able to track an intruder as he moved from one field of view into another.
        From the security-office keyboard, a guard could direct the video [13] feed from any of the eighty-six sources to a VCR. The system included twelve VCRs capable of simultaneously recording forty-eight feeds in quarter-screen format.
        Even if a guard were not paying attention, motion detectors associated with each