Chapter 45
AT NINE O’CLOCKin the morning Decker’s phone alarm went off.
He sat up in the driver’s seat of his rental, yawned, and looked around.
He’d arrived at the nursing home around six in the morning, parked on the street, and settled down to catch a few hours of sleep. He drove to a nearby McDonald’s, cleaned up, andchanged into fresh clothes in the bathroom. He ate a breakfast sandwich and downed a cup of coffee.
He drove back to the Glenmont Senior Living Center and went inside.
The lobby was large and inviting, with sunlight blazing in through numerous windows. The whole place looked fairly new. It had comfortable seating areas with upholstered chairs, a large reception desk of polishedwood, and wallpaper with a soothing flower-and-vine design.
An efficient-looking young woman was seated at the front desk. She looked up as Decker approached.
“Can I help you?”
He pulled out his creds and badge and held them up. “FBI. I need to speak with one of your patients.”
“We call themresidents,” she said, eyeing his badge. “Can I ask what this isabout?”
“I’m investigating a series of murders in Pennsylvania. It’s come to our attention that one of yourresidents, Stanley Nottingham, may have known one of the victims when he lived in New York.”
“I think I need to get my supervisor.”
“Do what you have to do, but don’t keep me waiting long. I’m on a deadline.”
She hurried off and came back less thana minute later accompanied by a tall, stout man with thick dark hair. He wore a pinstripe suit along with an important expression.
“I’m Roger Crandall, the executive director. What seems to be the issue?”
Decker explained why he was here.
“Don’t you need a warrant or something like that?” asked Crandall.
“No, I don’t. Mr. Nottingham isn’t a suspect or aperson of interest. But he could be a material witness in a murder investigation. And I have every right to talk to him.”
“I think I might have to call the company lawyer on this. Can you come back another time?”
In response Decker took out his notebook. “Is that Crandall with two l’s? I’ve seen it spelled with one and just want to make sure.”
“It’s with two. Butwhy are you asking?”
“My boss at the FBI gets pissed when anyone misspells a name on the arrest warrant.”
Crandall took a step back. “Arrest warrant? For me!” he added shrilly. “Why?”
“Well, you’re the one obstructing justice, aren’t you?”
“I don’t believe that I am.”
“I already told you that yourresidentis not a suspect or person of interest.He has no criminal liability. But he may be a material witness. And you will find that the FBI has a right at any time to speak to a material witness. But if you won’t let me do so, then you are committing a federal crime, which, by the way, has a five-year minimum sentence in a federal penitentiary.” He eyed the man’s natty attire. “And for what it’s worth, you look better in pinstripes than youwould in an orange jumpsuit.”
Crandall gazed stupidly at Decker for a long moment and then said, “I’ll take you to Mr. Nottingham myself.”
Decker made a show of tearing the page with Crandall’s name on it out of his notebook, wadding it up, and tossing it into a nearby wastebasket.
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
As they walked down the hall, Decker said,“What can you tell me about Nottingham? I understand he came here recently.”