“He worked at the Air Force station,” said Jamison. “That has to be the connection. He said he was a navigator and was into radar and radio waves and all. That’s what they do up in London.”
“We need to find out when he was there, exactly,” said Decker. “It’s been around since the fifties, you said?”
“That’s right,” said Kelly. “I don’t know the exact date when it opened.”
“I can get Bogart to check on that,” said Jamison.
Decker said, “And when we find out when he was there and what he was doing, we’re going to come back here and have it out with that guy.”
“But he’s a really old man, Decker,” said Jamison.
“Yeah, I know. And right now, he’s also the best shot we have to solve this case.”
As they walked outside, Kelly said, “What the hell is going on here?”
“I don’t know,” said Decker. “But we’re getting closer to them.”
“Okay, but let’s just hope they don’t get us before we get them,” said Jamison ominously.
“ANDBOGART SAIDhe was on it?” asked Decker.
He and Jamison were walking to a restaurant where they were having dinner with Baker and Caroline Dawson.
Decker had changed into another pair of pants, a clean white shirt, and his worn corduroy jacket with elbow patches, which constituted his most elegant set of clothes. The weather had changed; the temps had dipped into the sixties and the humidity had vanished.
Jamison had on a dark skirt that hit at her knee, ankle boots with zippers on the side and chunky heels, and a white blouse with a jean jacket over it.
“Yes. I talked to him just a bit ago. And since it has to do with the military he was going to call Harper Brown.”
Harper Brown was with the DIA, or Defense Intelligence Agency, and she had worked with them on a previous case.
“Good. Anything on Cramer and why she’s important to the Feds?”
“No. I asked him and he said he had come up empty. Boy, the wind really makes it chilly,” said Jamison as she pulled her jean jacket tighter.
“Two days ago you were complaining about the heat.”
“As I recall, it wasn’t just me complaining.”
As they drew closer to the restaurant, Decker said, “So dinner tonight. What am I supposed to do?”
She looked at him, not in surprise, because she had more or less expected this query.
“Well, first of all try to enjoy yourself. It’s been an intense few days, and even you need to recharge your batteries. Next, be supportive of Stan and Caroline. Don’t go in there thinking that she’s trying to replace your sister.”
“And if I say something stupid?”
“Just think about what you’re going to saybeforeyou say it.”
“Easy for you tosay,” muttered Decker.
An etched bronze sign next to the front door of the restaurant readMADDIE’S. “That’s her mother’s name,” said Jamison.
“No coincidence there, obviously,” replied Decker.
Maddie’s was on the first floor of a restored brick building with a pair of flickering gas lanterns on either side of the polished wood door.
Jamison glanced at the fiery lanterns and quipped, “Great, more methane.”