“Well, knowing Decker’s tact, let’s prepare for the shiv to the spine,” said Jamison, with a sly smile at her partner.
The door was answered by a woman in a maid’s uniform. After Kelly showed his badge, she stepped back so they could pass through. She led them down a hall with ash plank flooring to a set of oak double doors.
Inside the room, the man who rose from behind a large desk was nearly as tall as Decker, but far thinner with narrow hips. His brown, wavy hair had a thick shock of gray in the front. He was clean-shaven, with a nose that had been broken and healed slightly off center. He was dressed in an untucked white shirt and black jeans. When he moved around the desk with his hand outstretched to Kelly, Decker noted the dark blue slippers on the man’s feet with aDmonogrammed on them. The walls were festooned with the heads of unfortunate creatures who had had their mortal remains fashioned into showpieces.
“Joe, how the hell are you? Been a while.”
Kelly shook his hand and then introduced Decker and Jamison to Hugh Dawson.
They all sat in front of an empty stone fireplace and Kelly said, “Thanks for meeting with us. Guess you’ll be heading out of the country in a month or so.”
Dawson looked at Decker and Jamison. “I used to laugh at the snowbirds who would head south for the winter. Then a number of years ago, Maddie suggested we start spending the winters in Australia when it’s their summer. We rented a place near the water. After she passed, I kept going. We had some really wonderful times down there.”
“Memories like that are important,” said Jamison. “Like therapy.”
“Yes they are. Now, I understand a woman was murdered. And Hal Parker found her.”
“He was out looking for a wolf,” said Jamison.
“That damn thing had already killed two of my cows. Hired Hal to get rid of it.”
“How do you know it was a wolf?” asked Decker.
“They finally found the carcass with Hal’s bullet in it. So who was it that got killed again?”
“A woman named Irene Cramer,” said Kelly. “Thought you would have known that. We released her name.”
In answer Dawson pointed to his desk that was stacked with three-ring binders. “I’m up to my eyeballs in financial stuff. Working on some big deals. I haven’t watched or listened to the news for a while.”
“But you knew of the murder, obviously,” said Decker.
“I knew because Hal told me.”
“So you didn’t know her?” asked Decker.
He shook his head. “Used to be I knew everybody around these parts. Now, too many people coming in. I’m not complaining. It’s good for business.”
“Irene Cramer worked as the teacher at the Brothers’ school,” said Kelly.
“The Brothers? I do business with them. Their word is their bond.”
“What about the military installation?” asked Decker.
Dawson’s eyes narrowed. “London Air Force Station? What about it?”
“Do you do business with them, too?”
“Sure. Their folks come to town and frequent my places, and we provide some of their supplies. Why?”
Decker shrugged. “It’s a murder investigation. We ask questions about everybody.”
Dawson glanced at Kelly. “But why do the Feds get called in on a local murder?”
Kelly said, “We always appreciate the help.”
Dawson eyed him skeptically. “And I can sell you the Brooklyn Bridge.”
“We met your daughter,” interjected Jamison. “You must be very proud of her.”