Yet he had allowed Bogart to buy him clothes and shoes to replace the ones he’d lost to Leopold and Wyatt. For a poor man any loss is a heavy one.
Bogart had pleaded with Decker to accept payment from the federal government for his work. Captain Miller had done the same on behalf of the Burlington Police Department.
“You were a hired consultant, Amos,” he had said over and over until he just didn’t have the strength to say it again.
Decker had refused it all.
He had not done so for noble reasons. He needed money to live. He wasn’t shy about taking what was due him.
He had refused it out of guilt.
I stood up in front of Belinda Wyatt and said I wanted to be a cop. I said I wanted to be a cop because cops protect people. She never forgot that and twisted something innocuous into something sinister. And when Leopold came along to add fuel to that fire, building it into an inferno, the result was I unwittingly caused the deaths of so many people, including the two I can’t really live without.
It didn’t matter to him that it was done unwittingly. It clearly didn’t matter to the dead that he hadn’t intended it. But with anything, there was cause and effect.
And I was the cause.
And the effect was too terrible to even think about, though it seemed he could think of nothing else.
Decker could not afford to wallow in self-pity, contemplating this while gazing at his navel. He had to earn a living, and so at some point soon he would push off this bench and go in search of gainful employment. But now, right now, this evening, before Santa Claus came calling, he was just going to sit here and wallow in self-pity and at least pretend to gaze at his substantial navel.
But then again, maybe not.
The man sat down next to him and crossed his legs, shivering slightly from the cold.
Decker didn’t look at him. “I thought you’d be back in D.C. by now.”
Bogart shrugged. “I was, but I had some unfinished business here.”
“It’s Christmas Eve. Won’t your family miss you?”
“What family?”
“You have a ring on your finger.”
“I’m separated, Decker. Recent event.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“She’s not, and, in all honesty, neither am I.”
“Kids?”
“She’s a Hill staffer and works ungodly hours. So neither one of us ever found the time at the same time.
“Wyatt told you she had sex with Debbie Watson?”
“She was lying about that,” replied Decker.
“How did you know? Because you’re right: Autopsy revealed she hadn’t transitioned entirely to a man. The equipment wasn’t all there.”
“The whole time she sat with her knees together. Tough for a guy to do. But more than that, I don’t think she really wanted to be a man. What happened to her made that decision for Wyatt. But she couldn’t go the whole way.”
Both fell silent.
“Okay, cutting to the chase, I’d like you to come work with me.”
Decker turned to look at him. “What does that mean exactly?”
“That means exactly, at the FBI.”
Decker shook his head. “I couldn’t pass the physical. I couldn’t pass anything.”
“You wouldn’t be a special agent, of course. But I’ve been assigned to put together and head up a special task force made up of professionals from a wide range of occupations and disciplines, and that includes civilians. The goal is to catch really bad guys. And I can’t think of anyone better suited to that than you.”
“But I’m not a professional anything.”
“You were a cop and then a detective. You have the experience and God knows you have the brains.”
“You don’t have to do this, Bogart. You bought me the boots and clothes.”
“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for me. I want to move up at the Bureau. My career is all I have left now. I’m pushing fifty. I’ve got to hit the turbos soon, or else I’m just wasting my time. And I figure with you on my side, my odds of cracking the really tough cases go way up. And then promotions will follow. I wouldn’t mind one day running the place.”
“So you mean leave Burlington?”
Bogart stared straight ahead. “Would that be a problem for you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So it wouldn’t be a problem for you?”
“I didn’t say that either.”
Bogart looked at him. “Can I cut to the chase and up the ante?”
Decker said nothing but gave a small nod.
Bogart held up his cell phone and flashed the light. A minute later Decker could hear footsteps coming.
Alex Jamison came into the ring of light thrown by the streetlamp. She had on a long winter overcoat and calf boots, and a scarf was wrapped around her head. She stopped in front of the bench and looked down.
Decker looked at her and then at Bogart.
“What am I missing?” he said.
“I thought it would be obvious,” said Bogart. “For a smart guy like you.”
Decker looked back at Jamison.
“He made me the same offer, Decker, although I think it had a lot more to do with you than me.”
Bogart said, “She made some good finds in the investigation. Showed some guts and intuition. I know she’s a journalist by trade, but I’m just looking for talent, wherever I can find it.”
“You’d leave Burlington?” Decker asked her.
“To tell the truth, I already have.”
“What about being a reporter?”
“Andy Jackson taught me to find the truth. I figure that holds true for your line of work too. And maybe I can do more good working with Bogart than I can seeing my byline on a story.”
Decker glanced at Bogart. “Does Captain Miller know you’re making me this offer?”
“Yes. He’s not thrilled about it, but he understands. And Lancaster is being promoted to his second in command. And in case you didn’t know, she’s taking meds for the tremor in her hand and it’s working. And she’s put on some weight now that she’s stopped smoking.”
Decker nodded to all this but didn’t break his silence.
Bogart said, “So you’ll think about it?”
“No.”
“Decker,” began Jamison in protest.
“I won’t think about it, because…because I’m going to do it.”
Bogart and Jamison exchanged surprised glances.
Decker looked at them both. “But tonight, I’d prefer to be…here. By myself.”
Bogart got to his feet at the same time that Jamison said, “And we’ll be back tomorrow. And you won’t be by yourself ever again. I think you’ve been alone long enough.”
They turned to walk off, but Jamison looked over her shoulder.
“Merry Christmas, Amos.”
He acknowledged this with a tilt of his head, and they walked on and were soon out of sight.