“Because she impersonated Susan Richards. But we still don’t know how someone got her to do that.”
“No, we don’t. That’s still an open question, but they might have blackmailed her by threatening to tell Natty’s wife about their affair. Now Mitzi Gardiner, overcome with guilt, tries to kill herself with pills. I think she was lucky she had a gun.”
“Why?”
“Otherwise, her hubby might have saved her the trouble.”
“You think he would have killed her?”
“I can’t really assume otherwise. We found the underground room and all the evidence there pointing to some sort of spy ring. Peyton has made a run for it, as has Brad Gardiner. Now we’ve got two women in hospital beds and we’re waiting for them to wake up to tell us what they know.”
“Ifthey wake up. And if they do, we have no guarantee they’ll tell us anything.”
“We have leverage over them. Mitzi tried to kill me. And there’s no way that Rachel can plausibly argue that she had no knowledge of that room under the American Grill. If they talk, they can work a deal. If they won’t they go to prison for a long time. But I don’t want to count on them. We have to keep pushing.”
“The FBI may find out some stuff that could help us.”
“Maybe. But they also might end up with a big fat zero. These people obviously had an exit plan in place, and they executed it pretty damn well.”
“So we may be back at square one then, after all this time.”
“Maybe not,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s occurred to me that this whole thing runs deeper than I previously thought. It seems to me that someone connected to this is hiding in plain sight.”
“Okay, how do we find out who that is?”
“We let them do it for us,” Decker said cryptically.