“The fund-raiser was for him?”
“Yeah. Although according to this, he didn’t really need the money. The story says his grandfather was a bigwig in Standard Oil and he inherited a ton. And his wife was one of the heiresses to the E. F. Hutton fortune.”
“Nice birth luck, if you can get it.”
Decker Googled something on his phone. “Says here he won the following year, by quite a large margin.” He looked at another article. “He served three terms and is now retired and living in New York.”
“Whatever happened to Kanak Roe back in 1981 may have nothing to do with the speech or Tanner.”
“We won’t know for sure until we rule it out.”
“So do we go to see Tanner and try to get some answers from him?”
“I don’t think it would be much help.”
“Why?”
“According to this article he’s now in his late eighties, lives in New York City, and has late-stage Alzheimer’s.”
White let out a long sigh. “Great. Nothing like running into a brick wall around every corner.” She glanced at him. “I thought you solved your cases fast?”
Decker shot her a look. “We’ve only been on this sucker a few days.”
“Says Superman.”
“You called me shrimpy before.”
“I didn’t know you then,” she shot back.
He wrote out a long email and sent it off.
“Who did that go to?” she asked.
“Alex.”
“Trying to replace me already?”
“She’s in New York. I asked her to check and see if Tanner maintained an office there, or had relatives who we could talk to.”
“Good idea.”
“For a guy to change his whole life over something that happened one night, it must’ve been something really terrible. I mean, Kanak was a seasoned agent by then. And whatever happened rocked him to his core.”
“If that’s what happened, yeah.”
“Yeah,” said Decker thoughtfully.
“But?”
Decker didn’t answer. He had nothing to say.
Chapter72
A?S SHE SAT IN HERcar, Alex Jamison glanced up at the four-story brownstone located on New York’s Upper East Side. This was the home of the extremely wealthy octogenarian Mason Tanner.
In his email, Decker had given her a rundown on where his investigation stood, and Jamison knew she was taking a risk coming here. She was not assigned to this case, and Tanner, a former U.S. senator, was a very prominent citizen. Still, when Decker asked, her instinct was to deliver as much as she could. And she thought, as he did, that whatever had happened in Miami that night might have something to do with Tanner, or someone connected to him. At the very least, if she could help rule it out, that would assist Decker.
The problem was she couldn’t just knock on the door and ask to speak to Tanner, who she had found out had round-the-clock care. And she had no idea if there was anyone around now who was with him back during his time as a senator.