“Realistic choice, then,” countered Decker. “And even if you had been here, the same thing probably would have happened.”
“We can’t find anyone here that she would have known well enough to let into her room at that hour. Any ideas on that?”
“It’s possible that she knew someone that we didn’t know she knew.”
“If they are using her as leverage we can expect a communication.”
Decker nodded. “The problem will be the exchange. That’s always the problem with scenarios like this.”
Bogart said, “You don’t think we’ll get her back alive?”
“She saw who took her. She knew the person.”
Bogart sighed and slumped back in his chair. “And she can’t be allowed to tell us who that is.”
“The odds are certainly against it.”
“Who do you think is behind this?”
“There’s more than one.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“Motivations and actions tell us a lot. We have irreconcilable motivations and actions. That means there’s more than one player out there.”
“Something changed,” said Bogart. “Mars was in prison for twenty years and nothing happened.”
“What changed was he was going to be executed. He had never gotten that close to the death chamber before. That was the catalyst for them to act.”
“To pay off Montgomery?”
“Yes.”
“So which ‘faction’ did that?”
“I don’t know. It could be one or the other at this point.”
“They want what they think he knows. The stuff in the safe deposit box that his father took.”
“That’s the golden ring. His father took it and put it somewhere. They may think the son knows.”
Bogart said, “What are the irreconcilable motives and actions?”
“The party that wants the information could have let Melvin be executed. The information hadn’t surfaced for twenty years. They could assume it was lost. By getting Melvin out of jail they gave him an opportunity to go get it, assuming he knows where it is. Then they hope to be there when he does and grab it?” Decker shook his head. “That’s a huge risk. So huge that they wouldn’t have done it. They would have let sleeping dogs lie.”
“But then who got Mars out of prison?”
“The other party.”
“But why?”
“That’s the irreconcilable issue, Ross. And I haven’t gotten it figured out yet.”
Bogart rubbed a hand through his hair. “We will figure it out, Amos. We have to. Failure is not an option.”
Decker looked him over. “I appreciate you covering for me with the court.”
“The court called. I told them what they needed to hear.”
“Are things square back in D.C.?”
“I’m back on the case, so I guess that means the higher-ups saw the error of their ways.”
“And the divorce?”
“Not much of a silver lining there. But I’m getting to the point where I don’t care. I’ve got my work. That’s enough.”
“You sure about that?”
“No, but it’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” He looked over some files on his desk. “We don’t have very many leads.”
“No, we don’t. I’m getting Jamison a gun and showing her how to use it.”
Bogart looked at him in surprise. “You think they might try another kidnapping?”
“No, but I’ve been wrong before.”
“Join the club.”
Decker rose.
“Where are you going?”
“To get Jamison her weapon, and then I’m going to the doctor’s.”
“Are you sick?”
“No. Keep an eye on Melvin.”
He walked out, leaving Bogart to stare after him.
*
Decker selected a compact nine-millimeter for Jamison. Texas had a concealed handgun permit requirement, but when Jamison showed the store owner her FBI credentials and Bogart emailed him an official letter from the Bureau detailing her membership in an FBI task force along with the authority to carry such a weapon, the owner skipped those steps and handed the gun over.
When Jamison used her personal card to pay for it the man said, “Damn federal government so hard up for cash you got to buy your own guns now?”
“No, just the bullets,” shot back Jamison.
The shop had a gun range in the back. Decker showed her how to properly load, handle, and aim the weapon. Then he had her fire about a hundred rounds until he was satisfied.
She holstered the weapon and they left together.
“It feels funny carrying a gun,” she said.
“It’s better than not carrying a gun when you need it.”
They got back into their rental and drove off.
“Where to?”
“The doctor’s.”
“Is this about the Marses?”
“Yes.”
“Decker, we should be back there helping the others to find Davenport.”
“What we can do is solve this thing. That might be the best way to find out who took her and where she is.”
They pulled into the parking lot of a small brick office building. The office directory inside the lobby showed that all of the tenants were medical practices. It took nearly an hour and many exploratory questions until they arrived at the right one.
The nurse, in her late sixties, and nearly as wide as she was tall, nodded. “Yes, the Marses were patients here.”
Decker said, “Can you tell us about them?”
“It was twenty years ago.”
“Anything?” said Decker.
The woman sat down behind her metal desk. “Well, they sort of stood out because they were the first mixed-race couple I’d ever seen. First one in town in all probability. Back then lot of folks didn’t care for that, I can tell you.”
“Did a doctor from this practice deliver Melvin Mars?”
“Yes. Doc Turner. He’s been dead, oh, about seven years now.”
“Was he delivered at the local hospital?” asked Jamison.
“That’s right. I actually assisted. We’re a small town. Doc Turner was a general practitioner, but here you do what needs doing. There aren’t enough people living here to justify a practice devoted only to ob-gyn.” She looked wistful. “I remember that Lucinda Mars was probably the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Her face was flawless. Her body, well, let me tell you, I wish I’d had one like hers. Her legs were longer than my whole body.”
“Did they start coming here when she got pregnant?” asked Decker.
“Oh, she was about five months along when they moved to town. I remember because I’d just come here about a year before and she was asking me where I shopped and what kind of jobs were available.”
Decker glanced at Jamison and then back at the nurse. “So she was already pregnant when they came here?”
“She was already showing. She didn’t gain much weight. Me, I put on forty with the first, thirty with the second, another thirty with the third, and it’s been with me ever since. She delivered Melvin and within a week she looked like she’d never been pregnant. Some people are just lucky that way. And Melvin, let me tell you, that boy was big. Nearly ten pounds. You could tell he was going to be a big man. His daddy was really big. About your height and about two-fifty, and none of it was fat. Wouldn’t want to get that man on the wrong side of you.”
“Did he have a temper?” asked Jamison.
The woman pursed her lips. “He just never looked, well, happy. I mean, he had this gorgeous wife. And his son grew up to be the best damn football player this town and maybe Texas has ever seen. Now, I know what happened later, but he just always had a scowl on his face.”
“Did you think there were problems in the marriage?” asked Jamison.
“Honey, every marriage has problems, and some are better at hiding it than others. But I’d have to say that I have never seen a man who loved his wife more than Roy did Lucinda. He was so gentle with her. When she was pregnant he wouldn’t let her lift a finger. I’d see them from time to time around town. And he would open the car door for her. Hold her hand while they were walking. The only time he looked happy, in fact, was when he was looking at her.” She sighed. “If my hubby looked at me like that just once in my life, I’d keel over from a stroke at the shock.”
“When was her brain cancer diagnosed?” Decker asked.
The nurse sat up in her chair. “Excuse me?”
“Her brain cancer. When was it diagnosed?”