The Last Mile (Amos Decker 2)

“He was the reason I was in jail,” countered Mars. “He murdered my parents. So excuse me for not feeling grateful.”

She shook her head and mumbled something like, “You people.”

Decker placed a restraining hand on Mars’s shoulder, since it looked like the man was about to jump to his feet. “When do you get the insurance money?” he asked.

“Why do you care?”

“I told you I just had a few questions, Mrs. Davenport. The sooner you answer them the sooner we’re out of here. The reverse is also true.”

She picked up her tea, took a sip, ate a cracker, and then said, “I have to file the claim. It might take a few days, or maybe a week. It’s not like they won’t have proof he’s dead.”

“Right.” Decker looked at Jamison and nodded.

Jamison pointed to Montgomery’s wrist. “That’s a beautiful watch. Cartier, isn’t it?”

Montgomery immediately covered it with her other hand. “No, it’s not.”

“It says Cartier on the watch face,” pointed out Jamison.

She looked down at her hand. “I got it for like ten bucks.”

“Where?”

“I forgot.”

“It’s against the law to traffic in knockoffs,” said Decker.

“So find the person who sold it to me and arrest him.”

Decker rose, went into the kitchen, pulled the curtain aside, lifted up the boxes stacked there, and brought them back into the room and set them on the floor.

Montgomery jumped to her feet. “What the hell are you doing? You can’t do that. Those are mine.”

“Chanel. Neiman Marcus. Saks. Bergdorf Goodman. Jimmy Choo. They all make very nice stuff. And very expensive.”

Jamison pointed to a bag hanging on the coat tree by the front door. “And that’s an Hermès bag. I wish I could afford one.”

Montgomery turned pale. “They’re all fakes. I can’t afford none of that.”

Decker said, “I wasn’t aware that fraudsters shipped their goods in boxes with the names of the brands on the side. They usually just sell them on the street.”

Montgomery said nothing to this. She took another sip of tea and ate another cracker.

“Can I look inside the boxes?” asked Decker.

“No!”

“Why not?”

“You got a search warrant?”

“Actually, I don’t need one.”

She looked wide-eyed at him. “Why not?”

“I used to be a police officer but I turned in my badge.”

“But you’re with the FBI!”

“As a civilian, not an agent. Never badged or sworn in.”

Despite Montgomery’s protests, Decker opened the boxes and snapped photos of the contents with his phone camera. Then he leaned down so his face was only a few inches away from Montgomery’s. “We can easily trace all of these purchases. And since you already told us you haven’t received the insurance money yet, that can’t be the source of the funds. So why don’t you tell us the truth, Mrs. Montgomery? How did you come by the money?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Do you really want to play it that way?”

“Get out of my house.”

Mars said, “Somebody paid you off to have your husband lie and say he killed my parents. Who was it?”

She looked at him and said fiercely, “Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? You are nothing but—”

“But what?” interrupted Mars. “A colored boy who should keep his mouth shut ’round good white folks like you?”

“Get out of my house!” she screamed.

“I lost twenty years of my life!” Mars screamed right back.

Montgomery looked at Decker. “Get out of my house before I call the cops.”

Decker said, “You can call the cops. And then we’ll tell them what we know. And we’ll find out about the money you’ve come by and why. And then you’re going to be in a world of trouble. In fact, you’re going to go to prison.”

She looked stunned by this. “I ain’t done nothing wrong.”

“Try obstruction of justice. Conspiracy. Aiding and abetting a murderer.”

“I did not!”

“By helping those who really did kill the Marses, you did. And the cumulative penalties for all those crimes means you won’t have to worry about following your son to college. Your housing will be provided by the government.” He paused momentarily. “For the rest of your life.”

Regina Montgomery looked like she might faint again. She took several deep breaths and said, “Get outta my house.”

Decker said, “Have it your way. We’ll be back tomorrow. With the police.” He pulled out his phone. “Say cheese.” He took a photo of the Cartier watch.

“Get out!” she screamed. She started to throw the cup of tea at Decker, but Jamison caught her by the arm and the cup fell out of her hand and hit the floor, shattering. As they walked out, Decker took a photo of the Hermès bag.

Outside Jamison looked at Decker.

“She’s guilty as hell.”

“Yes, she is. By the way, that was really good work in there, Alex,” said Decker.

She smiled. “I have my moments, especially when it has to do with high fashion.”

Mars added, “You were right, Decker, somebody did pay her off.”

“Now we just have to find out who.”

CHAPTER

24

DECKER WAS DREAMING in color. It was a combination of rooms, numbers, and days of the week, all outlined in different brilliant hues. This was a relatively new phenomenon for him. But as one of the doctors at the Cognitive Institute had told him, the brain was ever-evolving and Decker would find new experiences awaiting him from time to time.

But the noise kept interrupting. He had nearly gotten clear of the room and was moving on to something new, dark, and mysterious and a puzzle to figure out. But the noise came again, tickling around his ears, like a gnat buzzing him. It was disrupting all that he was trying to do.

Finally, like a swimmer clearing the depths and reaching the surface, Decker retreated from the colors and began breathing air again. He opened his eyes and saw another color.

A bright white light was emanating from his phone, which rested on the nightstand. And the phone was buzzing.

He heaved up, snagged the phone, saw that it was three in the morning and also that the call was from Bogart.

“Hello?”

“Decker, can you meet me in the lobby in about ten minutes?”

“What’s up?”

“It’s Regina Montgomery.”

“What about her?”

“She’s dead.”

* * *

Decker was in the lobby in five minutes and watched as first Davenport and then Jamison came down. A moment later Bogart strode into the lobby.

“I’ve got the car outside.”

“Where’s Melvin?” asked Decker.

“I thought it best not to involve him in this.”

“You said she’s dead. How?” asked Decker.

“Let’s get in the car.”