“I understand.”
“No, I don’t think you do. I really don’t.”
Decker braced for the strike.
When the blow fell, it wasn’t the knife, but something hard and heavy.
It struck the side of his head and all Decker saw after that was darkness.
CHAPTER
51
NOW IT’S YOU who’s lucky.”
Decker blinked his eyes open.
Mars was staring down at him.
“I don’t feel lucky,” he groaned.
“Join the club.”
Decker looked around. “Where am I?”
“Hospital. You got a concussion. Side of your head looks like you got in a fight with Ray Lewis.”
“That’s what I feel like, actually.” He tried to sit up, but Mars put out a restraining hand. “Whoa, big fellow. You ain’t going anywhere.”
Decker lay back. “Where are the others?”
“Bogart and Milligan are trying to figure out what happened. Jamison sat next to your bed for hours. She just left to use the bathroom. Expect her back any second. Pretty loyal to you, that lady.”
Decker gazed up at him. “I guess I don’t always realize those things.”
Mars pulled up a chair and sat down. “I did some research on your condition.” He tapped his head. “Up here.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to understand you better. It’s like studying film and then making a game plan.”
“And what did you find out?”
“That it’s complicated. You’re complicated. No two cases are really alike. You could change tomorrow if your brain keeps rewiring itself. Pretty dicey.”
“I guess that’s why I live for today,” quipped Decker.
Mars grinned. “You and me both.” Then his grin faded. “Was it him?”
“Who?”
“You know who, Decker. My old man. Did he do this to you?”
The door opened and Jamison appeared there. When she saw that Decker was awake she rushed over. “Omigod, Amos. How are you feeling?”
“Alive. That’s about it. But I’ll be fine.”
Mars said, “Decker was just about to tell us who walloped him.”
Jamison gasped. “You know? You saw the person?”
“It was your father, Melvin. At least I’m ninety-nine percent sure it was.”
“So you didn’t see him?”
“I heard him. He had a knife against my jugular during our conversation. He knew about everything.”
“Did he use my name?” asked Mars.
“Yes. Well, sort of.”
“What exactly did he call me?”
“Mellow.”
Mars looked away and rubbed his chin with his hand. “Right.”
“What’s the reference?”
“His joke. Since I was the exact opposite of mellow. He was the only one who ever called me that. The only one.”
“So it was him,” said Jamison.
“Pretty sure, yeah,” said Mars.
“He was also a smoker,” said Decker.
“So was my father.”
“What else did he say, Amos?” asked Jamison.
Decker slowly told them, but leaving out some parts, particularly those in reference to how Roy Mars really felt about his son.
Mars said slowly, “So he’s saying he did this to protect me? And he got me out probably because my mother made him promise?”
“He didn’t actually say that, but when I made the statement he didn’t dispute it. But one thing puzzles me. He said he hadn’t set you up. When it was clear that he had.”
Mars nodded. “But my mom knew what he was going to do. That he was going to frame me and then play dead. Chocha, like you said.”
Decker and Jamison gazed nervously at him.
“She probably thought you’d be safer in prison, Melvin,” suggested Jamison.
“Yeah, so safe I nearly died.”
“She had terminal brain cancer, I doubt she was thinking all that clearly. And it was pretty obvious that she didn’t like the plan. That was why they were arguing.”
“But he still went ahead and screwed me over. And she went along with it.”
A long moment of silence passed.
“We can argue forever about what was in their heads, Melvin,” said Decker at last. “But it won’t change things.”
“Right. I know.”
“But it still sucks,” said Decker.
“Yeah, it does.”
Jamison glanced at him and attempted to quickly change the subject. “But now you don’t think it’s the cartel out there behind this?”
“Roy snorted, because he thought I was going down the wrong path when I mentioned the cartel. When I reversed course on that, he clammed up.”
“And Davenport?” asked Jamison in a tremulous voice.
“Unfortunately, he didn’t sound so hopeful about her.”
“But he said he was covering my back,” said Mars.
Decker looked at him. The pleading look on the man’s face was painful to see.
“He did say that, Melvin. He was going to do his best to protect you.”
“Because of my mother.”
“I don’t think it’s all that. He said you got screwed. Maybe he feels remorse.”
“I don’t think so,” said Mars slowly. “I’m not sure the guy can feel anything.”