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says….”
    Pause.
    “Look, does it really matter at this point? What do you want me to say? He's pointing a friggin’ gun at me.”Pause. “I realize that. But thanks for the bulletin. Yeah. The address I gave you yesterday.”
    Without further exchange, the guy folded the phone in his palm and turned to face Andrew again.
    Andrew waggled the gun barrel. “Okay Marlowe. Good job. Here we go.”
    “Here we go where? That was my client. He's on his way. He'll tell you everything you want to know.”
    “Left, right, left, ” Andrew said. “You can do it.”
    “But I don't understand what….”
    Andrew raised a finger to his lips. When the man stopped speaking, Andrew directed him out from behind the breakfast bar, into the living room, and over to the sofa.
    “On your stomach, ” he instructed.
    “What? Why?”
    Andrew removed the throw pillows and pointed. The guy looked at the short designer couch. Caroline had chosen it, she'd explained when she'd first showed Andrew around the place, to balance a negative space problem in the room. It had been part of her class project in the feng shui minicourse she'd taken at the Design Center last year.
    “On that? I'm too tall.”
    “You flatter yourself.”
    The guy looked at Andrew with a dubious expression. Andrew wagged the gun. The guy sighed. After much shifting and squirming, he finally settled. His shins rested at a bent-knee angle against one sloped armrest.
    “Come on, ” he said into the cushions. “Seriously.”
    “You'd be more comfortable if you stopped fidgeting.”
    “What are you going to do to me?”
    “Don't worry, ” Andrew told him. “This won't hurt. Now be still.”
    Keeping an eye on the guy Andrew went to the sliding door and reached out around the corner. He brought the metal detector back to the living room with him and sat down in one of Caroline's rattan accent chairs. He stripped the headphones and the antenna coil and tied the guy's wrists and ankles with the cords.
    “What are you doing?”
    Andrew removed the snoop's mashed sun visor for him and straightened.
    “Comfy?”
    The snoop turned his face toward Andrew's kneecaps. “Is this really necessary?”
    “It makes me feel better.” Andrew nodded toward the tightly rolled newspapers he'd gotten into the habit of stacking in the woodbin near the fireplace. “Now. I'm a week behind on my current events, so I'm going to read while we wait for your ride to get here. If I were you, I'd use this time to think about the downside of your chosen career field. Holler if you need anything.”
    The snoop wriggled onto his side and looked up. “Who
are
you?”
    Andrew had to grin. “You're not very good at this job, are you, pal?”
    Thursday, August 9
HEALTH CLUB HEIR SOUGHT IN TAVLIN CASE
    By MELANIE ROTH
TIMES
staff writer
    Local businessman David Lomax is being sought for questioning in the suspected murder of former Lomax Enterprises employee Gregor Tavlin, police said Thursday.
    “There are discrepancies we believe Mr. Lomax may be able to help us sort out, ” LAPD Detective Adrian Timms said. “We are examining all possible sources of information.”
    Gregor Tavlin, the noted exercise innovator who helped establish the Club Maximum chain of health clubs owned by Lomax Enterprises, was found dead near his overturned automobile off the unpaved Mulholland Drive extension near Topanga State Park on August 2 . Autopsy findings overruled preliminary indications of accidental death.
    David Lomax, 29 , is the son of Doren Lomax, founder and CEO
    of Lomax Enterprises. The elder Lomax currently is serving his second term as an appointed member of the LAPD Board of Police Commissioners.
    David Lomax, a junior vice president at his father's corporation, has not reported to work since the end of July, according to company spokesperson and Lomax family friend Todd Todman. Authorities also have been unable to locate the younger Lomax at his Silver Lake home.
    “David is somewhat notorious