“You take it wrong. I was born in Philly.”
“And yet your father came here and owned a bar? And by the time you came along the bloom was well off Baronville. So why exchange the City of Brotherly Love for this place?”
She shrugged. “I was only one year old and just came along for the ride, apparently.” She added, “Okay, full disclosure, my mom was from here. They met in college. He always wanted to run a bar. The opportunity came up here, and presto, there you go. Sometimes that’s all you need for a major life change: a dream.”
“Where’s your mom?”
“Good question.”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Here today, gone tomorrow. She left when I was little and I haven’t seen her since.”
“That’s tough.”
“Not that tough. My dad was great at being a single parent.”
“Do you remember your mom?”
“Not really. I was too young. I guess that’s a good thing. How can you miss someone you never really knew?”
“I suppose so.”
She sipped her drink. “So, what’s going on with John? Is he in any sort of trouble?”
“You seem very concerned about a guy who’s just a customer among many others.”
“He’s a very good customer. And a good guy who takes all sorts of crap that he doesn’t deserve.”
“I sort of got that impression at the bar that night.”
“Those guys were morons who don’t know any better. But there are many here who do know better. Or at least they should.”
“I’ve met some of them.” Decker shifted his bulk in the chair. “You know about the murders?”
“What’s that got to do with John?”
“He knew at least two of the four victims. One of them lived on his property.”
“Okay, so? Could be a coincidence.”
“I’m a cop.”
“And that means what?”
“That I don’t believe in coincidence.”
“Well, what if I told you that I knew all four of the victims?”
“Because they came to your bar?”
“That’s right.”
“Even Toby Babbot, who I understood was off the sauce?”
“I do serve food at the Mercury, as you well know, having eaten there tonight.”
“And since you’re one of the few places like that in Baronville, it’s not surprising that they all went there. But you didn’t live with one of them, did you? You weren’t high school sweethearts with one of them, were you?”
“I always thought Mike Swanson was kind of cute. And Brad did live in this building.”
“Did you ever talk to him apart from when he was at the bar?”
“I actually think he had a thing for me.”
“Did he ever act on that?”
“I sort of gave him the vibe that it would be futile if he did. I mean, he was okay, but I’m not into the stiff banker types. Too corporate for my bohemian tastes. I gave out subtle hints and he stopped trying.”
“He had a photo of you and him in his office.”
She seemed surprised by this. “Did he? From where?”
“Some business event, his secretary said.”
“Oh, that’s right. I remember now. He had a cocktail party about six months ago. Invited me and a bunch of other local business owners. There was a photographer there.”
“That explains it,” said Decker.
She sipped her drink. “So, I probably knew all four and I lived in the same building as one of them. Does that mean I’m not a coincidence and that I’m in the same mess John is?”
“You ever been up to the mansion on the hill?”
“Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Maybe.”
“You don’t remember.”
“Okay, a few times,” she admitted.
“Baron is pretty bohemian.” He waited to hear her response.
“I admit I find him interesting.”
“I think he’s very interesting. I’m just trying to figure out if he’s also a killer.”
“I don’t think he’d hurt a fly.”
“I don’t care if he hurts flies.”
She smiled at the remark. “John thinks you’re very interesting.”
“He told you that?”
“Yes, he did. We spoke on the phone after you and your partner paid him a visit.”
“Has he ever been here?”
“Once or twice. Please don’t ask about particulars.”
“He’s got some years on you.”
“He’s actually one of the youngest people I know.”
“You mean in spirit?” he said.
She nodded. “He’s also kept himself in great shape. He was an athlete. You look like you were an athlete.”
“I was, about a hundred pounds ago.”
“Don’t you check for alibis?”
“We do.”
“Well, does John have an alibi for when those people were killed?”
“The timelines were pretty broad on the four. But we’ll check that. Will you be providing him alibis?”
“Depends on whether I was with him at the time in question, doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does.”
“You don’t believe he did it, do you?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe. It matters what the facts are.” He cocked his head at her. “Why do you stay here? You could own a bar in lots of places.”
“Town’s coming back. You saw that on the drive here.”
“Yes, but you said it was only coming back in parts.”
“Better than not at all. I’ve kind of studied the economics of places like this. In any downturn in a small town you always see mom-and-pop operations start up because people lose their jobs, but not their spirit. Local restaurants, fitness centers, tattoo parlors, pawnshops, mani-pedi places, local movie theaters, bakeries, pet shops, stuff like that. People get by, they do what they have to do to survive. You look at Pittsburgh. They turned it around. From steel mill town to a health and financial services kind of place.”
“Baronville is not Pittsburgh.”
“We don’t need to be Pittsburgh. And we have the fulfillment center. It’s helped my business, I can tell you that. I’m up about thirty percent year over year for each of the last three years.”
“Because after people work their butts off in that place, they need a drink?”
“Bingo. And food because they’re too tired to cook for themselves.”
“All the development we saw heading over here, that’s all mom-and-pop stuff? Looks like it involves more money than that.”
She frowned. “I’ve lost several friends to overdoses. But the one good thing was they had life insurance. Their families got the money after they died, and many of them have opened businesses with it, or used some of the proceeds to invest in the town. The renovation of this building came about because several beneficiaries decided to pool their funds to get it done. And now it’s almost all sold.”
“That’s great, turning a negative into a positive. But six unsolved murders. That’s not good for the town.”
Her grin faded. “Six?”
“Two more in an empty house. I found those.”
“I think I read something about that. No real details, though. Can you enlighten me?”
“No, I really can’t.”
“Are they related to the other four?”
“No idea.”
“You seem to have far more questions than answers,” she noted.
“That’s usually the case this early on. You ever been to Costa’s place here?”
“Once. He had a dinner there to drum up banking relationships.”
“You ever ask him why he would leave New York to come here?”
“I did, actually. He was a good-looking guy, obviously smart. He had money and a good career there.”
“So, what did he say?”
“Something about following his dream.”
“What kind of dream?”
“I didn’t push it and he didn’t elaborate.”
“Did he know Baron?”
“I know you believe that he did, but not that I know of. I don’t think John has much use for banks.”
“But he has a mortgage on his home with that bank.”
“Does he?” she said innocently.
“Yeah, he does. But he failed to mention that to me.”
Decker pulled the photo of Baron and the Little League team from his pocket and held it up. “You ever see this in Costa’s condo?”
She took it and looked at it. “Yeah, it was on a shelf with a bunch of others.”
“Baron was the coach.”
“I can see, Decker,” she said sharply. “He led the team to the state championship and then got canned by the powers that be.”
“He told us that. Do you know why?”
“I think it made him look too good and they couldn’t stand that.”