Chapter15
HE FINALLY ANSWERED THE PHONE.He really had no choice. It had now been a while since she’d left town.
“Hello, Alex.”
“Well, it’s about damn time,” she barked.
“I’ve been busy.”
“So have I. The team’s leaving to go work on a case in New Hampshire. Plane takes off in an hour.”
“Good luck on it.”
“Bogart is not happy.”
“I’m sure he has every right to be pissed at me.”
“You’re just placating me. I was calling to see if you wanted to join us in New Hampshire. I checked on flights. There’s one you can catch out of Cleveland, with a layover in Newark.”
“I can’t do that, Alex. I’m working the case here.”
“Well, get in good with your old friends at the police force there. I’m not sure you’ll have a job at the FBI when you get back.”
“I guess I can understand that.”
“Nobody wants that, Amos. I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
“Good luck, witheverythingyou’re doing up there.”
She clicked off and Decker put down his phone and stared at it for a long moment. He was suddenly hungry. And he knew exactly where he wanted to eat.
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The place was only about a quarter full when he got there, even though it was the dinner hour. He had noticed some new eateries that had opened up on his walk over here. Maybe they were taking business away from the American Grill.
He was shown to a table and sat down. He glanced at his menu and then scanned the interior.
Waiters and waitresses were making the rounds of the tables. Other wait staffstood against the wall conversing.
His gaze passed one table and then came back to it, his attention suddenly riveted on the couple sitting there. It was Earl Lancaster, Mary’s husband. He was there with a woman, only it wasn’t his wife. Earl had started out as a construction laborer before becoming a contractor. He had the build of a man who used his muscle for a living. He was about six feet tall, with a Marine buzz cut, thick arms, and a broad chest. He was dressed in an untucked white long-sleeved shirt and dress jeans. A pair of black loafers were on his feet. His companion was in her early forties with a slim build, long, soft brown hair, green eyes, and a pleasant smile as she peered lovingly into Earl’s face.
Earl broke off looking at her, gazed around the restaurant, and flinched when he saw Decker staring at him. He said something to the woman, jumped up, and headed over to Decker’s table. Decker noted that the woman watched him the whole way.
Earl sat down across from Decker.
“Amos, I heard you were in town. Mary told me.”
“Is that right?” said Decker, letting his gaze linger for a moment longer on the woman before looking at Earl.
The man seemed embarrassed. He put his hands together on the tabletop and stared down at them.
“Guess you’re wondering what’s going on.”
“I am, but it’s also none of my business.”
“Fact is, Mary and I are splitting up.”