Decker looked down at Amaya. “Mr. Amaya, the police are on their way. You’re going to have to be prepared to tell them what’s going on.”
Amaya said nothing, and he would not look at Decker.
Frustrated, Decker glanced at Brown. “He’s not been very cooperative. Seems to be my lot in life,” he added.
Before Brown could respond, Jamison, who had walked back from the restaurant, turned into the parking lot. When she saw what was going on, she raced forward and said, “Decker, what the hell is going on?”
“Just another day in the neighborhood,” he said, becoming even paler. Then he abruptly started off toward the building.
“Wait a minute, where are you going?” said Brown.
Without turning around he said, “To throw up a cheeseburger.”
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AMAYA REFUSED TO say anything to the police. “No entiendo, no entiendo,” he kept saying over and over. When they brought in an officer who spoke Spanish he just shut up altogether.
The two dead men had no ID, but one of the cops thought he recognized the AK shooter.
“Hired gun,” he said. “Rents out to lots of different gangs. Don’t think we’ll be able to run anything down there. Those guys do all cash and never face-to-face. Sometimes it’s just a phone call and the name of the target and a wad of bills or pills in a paper bag when the job’s done.”
Bogart had arrived and was dealing with the locals. Decker, minus a burger in his gut, and Brown had given their statements.
Bogart came over to where Brown was standing and said, “Surprised to see you here.”
“Not as surprised as I was,” said Brown.
“You going to be put on admin leave by DIA after this?” asked Bogart.
“Hardly. Not how we operate. And besides, it was clear what happened. Any investigation would back up what we did.” She eyed Decker. “How about him? He discharged his weapon. Will this get him stuck behind a desk?”
“Normally, yes. But he’s not a special agent. He was reinstated as a homicide detective in Burlington, Ohio, so he’s a sworn officer with arresting authority on loan, as it were, to the Bureau. So we’ll have to see.”
“Right. Good old bureaucracies.”
“I understand you wanted to talk to Decker about something. Anything that you can share with me?”
Brown glanced at Decker as he walked over to them. “I don’t know, is there?”
Decker said, “We talked about a joint effort to get to the truth.”
“And I made no promises,” said Brown. “In fact, I said certain phone calls might be made that would draw a mandate from within the FBI for you to stand down.”
Bogart raised his eyebrows as he glanced at Decker. “So we don’t seem to have made much progress.”
Brown said, “I’ll think on all this, Agent Bogart. Decker saved my life tonight. I owe him. And I don’t like owing people.”
And with that she walked to her car and drove off.
Jamison, who had been standing in the background, hurried over and whirled on Decker. “So what the hell was all that about?”
Decker took a step back. “What was what about?”
“Why did she show up at the diner and want to talk to you? She’s obviously been following you.”
“I know that.”
Bogart said, “What did she say?”
“She wanted to know if I was still working on the Berkshire case.”
“And what did you tell her?”
“Nothing that could be taken as a definitive answer to that question.”
“So maybe she was on a fishing expedition?”
“She seems to be a person who likes more rather than less intelligence,” Decker said slowly. “And I can’t fault her for that.”
Jamison looked at him in disbelief. “That’s all you can come up with? If I had pulled something like that you would have cut me off at the knees. Why does she get special treatment?”
Decker started to say something, but he stopped and said instead, “We need to get Danny.”
Jamison’s features softened and she looked down. “Right.” She let out a rush of breath and with it her hostility seemed to fade. “Did Tomas tell you where he was?”
“At a friend’s.”
“I’ll go and ask him where. Then I’ll go get Danny.”
After Jamison hurried off, Bogart said in a low voice to Decker, “We can’t go down that road. This is a local police problem.”
Decker looked over at Jamison, who was heading into the building. “But it’s also Alex’s problem.” Decker paused and sighed. “Which means it’s my problem too.”
Bogart gazed at him, apparently taken aback. “You going soft on me, Decker?”
Decker put his hands in his pockets and didn’t answer.
“What do you think this is about, anyway? Easy answer would be drugs. Smells like it.”
“Could be. Amaya may not want to talk because he’s in deep.”
“You mean dealing?” asked Bogart.
“Somewhere along the supply chain. I know that world a lot better than the one I’m in right now. Dealers and street punks versus cabinet secretaries leaning on agency directors. It’s like a different planet.”
“Not to worry. I’ve been in this world my entire working life, and sometimes it makes no sense to me either.” He paused. “So you think Amaya screwed up? Skimming maybe?”
“Well, they didn’t come here tonight to give him a performance bonus.”
“If he won’t cooperate there’s not a lot the cops can do.”
“Then I’ll just have to make him cooperate.”
“You think you have a way to do that?”
“I think I have eleven of them,” replied Decker.
“You mean the kid, Danny,” said Bogart. “Eleven years old.”
“If I were the guys after Tomas, that would be my next target.”
“You want me to ask the cops to put them in protection?”
“We live in the building. We can keep an eye out.”
“Look, I don’t need you and Jamison getting killed over this.”
“I’m not looking to get killed over this either. But it sort of comes with the territory.”
“You mean wearing the badge?”
“No, being a fucking landlord, apparently.”
* * *
Decker ended up driving with Jamison to pick up Danny. The boy had paled when they showed up at the door of the friend’s house, but they quickly explained that his father was okay. Since the car was only a two-seater, Danny had to ride in Decker’s lap with the seat belt around both of them. Luckily, it wasn’t far to drive.
“They came back,” said Danny nervously as they drove back. “Didn’t they? Those guys.”