The Fix (Amos Decker 3)

professional. Just like she always is,” she added derisively. “But all I could make out was that Dad was dead and he had shot himself. I didn’t even know about the woman he killed until I got here, although Jules said she told me. I guess I didn’t process that part. I’m not as coldly efficient as my big sister.”

“Did you think what he did was connected to how he had gotten the money?” asked Jamison.

Natalie nodded, looking miserable as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “I thought it had to be connected. And so I believed it was my fault. I drank on the flight from France. Then when I got here I kept drinking. I don’t remember much before or after.”

“I’m sure that was a big help to your family,” said Decker sternly.

“Hey,” she snapped, “I’m not proud of what I did, okay? So you can leave the high-and-mighty attitude for someone else. And if you keep it up I won’t do anything to help you.”

Decker leaned forward. “Let me lay this out so that you see clearly what’s at stake here, lady. I’m not here begging for favors. Your father committed treason to get the money to pay Corbett’s damn gambling debts.”

Natalie went white and her mouth hung open. She looked like she might throw up.

Decker ignored her expression and continued, “So that makes you, at minimum, an accessory to treason. And you didn’t come forward with any of this information that might have explained, in part, why your father did what he did. That’s obstruction of justice. You combine the two with assorted other felonies, which any competent U.S. Attorney would be able to come up with, and you won’t have to worry about finding a place to live after you divorce Corbett. Your housing will be provided by the federal prison system for the rest of your life.”

“Omigod!”

Before she became hysterical Decker said, “But if you cooperate, maybe that doesn’t happen.”

“What do you want me to do?” she blurted out.

“Someone I greatly respect thinks your father may have told you something that might help us.”

“Like what?”

Decker said, “I’m guessing you’re the youngest.”

“I am. How did you know?”

“You said your dad took care of everything for you. And you said Jules was all professional-like. She’s the oldest. The take-charge one.”

Natalie nodded.

“So you and your dad had a special relationship.”

“We did.”

“You flew over here and went with him to the doctors, didn’t you?”

Natalie said, “He…he called me and told me he thought he was sick. I mean really sick. He said he hadn’t told anyone else. He wanted me.” She broke off and fought back a sob. “He wanted me to go with him to get a definitive diagnosis. He sent the money for the plane ticket.”

“So you went?” said Jamison.

She rubbed her eyes, took a tissue from her robe pocket, and blew her nose. “Yes. And they confirmed that he had stage four inoperable brain cancer. They said that before long he wouldn’t be able to function normally.”

“And what did your dad say about that?”

“That he wasn’t going to do any treatments. They would give him an extra couple of weeks or maybe a month, but he didn’t want that. He was planning to tell Mom, and we talked about how he was going to break the news.”

“And did he talk to you about anything else he was planning to do?” asked Decker.

Natalie looked at each of them before settling her gaze on Decker. “If you’re asking did he tell me that he was planning on shooting someone a month or so later and then taking his own life, that would be a no. I would never have kept quiet about that.”

“But did he say anything that might have hinted at what he was planning to do? It might have made no sense to you, but it could still be important.”

Natalie thought for a few moments. She rubbed at her eyes and said, “We were talking one night. He had called me in France out of the blue.”

“When was this?”

“About a week ago.”

“Go on,” said Decker.

“Well, he said he hadn’t told Mom or the others yet, but he was still planning to. And then he said, ‘You think you know someone for a long time, and then it turns out you don’t know them at all. And then, before you know it, it’s too late.’”

“Did you ask him what he meant by that?” asked Jamison.

“I did, at least I tried to. I thought he might be on some pain meds and was a little incoherent. But then before I could say anything he told me he loved me. And then he hung up. That was the last time I ever heard from him.” She bowed her head and began to quietly sob. After a few moments she lifted her head and said, “Will all this have to come out? Will my mom and sisters have to know?”

“Right now, I don’t see any way to keep this secret,” said Decker.

As they walked out Jamison looked at Decker. “What do you make of that?”

“I think Walter Dabney was being quite literal.”

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31

THEY LEFT THE STRICKEN HOUSE and Mars drove them to the WFO.

On the way Jamison said, “What did you mean that Dabney was being literal?”

“That someone he trusted had screwed him. I just don’t know who that is.”

Mars shot him a glance. “You mean like my old man? Or who I thought was my old man.”

“Yeah, like him.”

“You were sort of hard on Natalie, Decker,” said Jamison.

Decker looked at her. “How?”

“She just lost her dad and you were busting her chops.”

“If she was feeling guilty, she should have been. She was the reason her father stole secrets.”

“But her husband—” began Jamison.

“You make choices,” interrupted Decker. “Walter Dabney would never have done what he did but for Corbett not being able to control his gambling. So the result is the guy who should have had consequences gets off without a scratch. And the guy who should have been left to deal with his terminal cancer and die with dignity is lying on a slab at the morgue. After decades of busting his ass to give his family a great life, he’ll be remembered as a traitor and a murderer.”

“Well, he made choices too,” countered Jamison.

“I don’t see it the same way,” said Decker. “Natalie was his baby girl. What was he supposed to do?”

“He could have said no,” answered Mars. “But he didn’t. I’m not saying it was an easy choice, because it wasn’t. Maybe he should have called in the police or helped Natalie and her family go into hiding. Dabney obviously had connections. He could have maybe helped another way.”

Decker shook his head and said, “Neither one of you have had a kid. I did. You’d do anything to help them. Anything.”

And that was all Decker would say on the drive back.

Once they got to the WFO they needed a temporary visitor’s badge for Mars, but they had called ahead to Bogart and he had taken care of it, meeting them at the front entrance.

“Damn, Melvin, you look good,” said Bogart. Then he glared at Decker. “And Alex phoned me to let me know what happened last night. Decker, you took a big risk. A stupid risk. What the hell were you thinking? Oh, excuse me, it was obvious that you weren’t thinking. You’re lucky Melvin was there to save your butt.”

“I always count on a little help from my friends,” said Decker.

“You and the Beatles,” retorted Bogart. “But lightning usually doesn’t strike twice.”

“Alex already gave me hell for it.”

“No reason not to pile on,” said Jamison tightly. “Then the message might actually sink in.”

Bogart escorted them back to his office. When they were settled, Decker said, “Based on a hunch from Melvin, we spoke with Natalie, Dabney’s youngest daughter.” He went on to tell Bogart what had happened.

Bogart said thoughtfully, “So you think Dabney knew who was blackmailing him?”

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Decker said, “But there’s another piece to it. You think you know someone? The problem is, that could mean different things depending on the situation. Who was Dabney referring to?”

“Could be lots of possible people,” interjected Jamison.

Decker nodded. “That’s the problem.”

Bogart said, “But at least it gives us a new lead to follow up.”

Jamison said, “It might be someone he worked with over the years.”