“But everyone thinks you are, me included. The things you can do. It’s amazing. You never fail.”
“I actually fail lots of times. And I’m not a damn machine. So if you’re worried about the sky falling, don’t look to me to fix it.”
He abruptly stood, grabbed his jacket, and headed out.
“Decker, wait, I didn’t—”
But he had already slammed the door behind him.
He trotted down the stairs and out into the coolness of the night. And he started walking, each exhaled breath releasing tiny clouds into the sky.
He was angry and he didn’t want to be. He knew that Jamison was actually complimenting him, voicing her complete confidence in his abilities. But he was feeling the pressure of preventing an attack. Even in his altered state where he didn’t “get” normal social cues, he clearly understood what was at stake.
This was a long way from being a PI in a rust belt town back in Ohio, hustling for clients in all the wrong places.
Not that long ago I was living in a cardboard box. And now I’m supposed to be the savior of the country? How effed up is that?
He shoved his hands into his pockets, pointed his head down, and kept walking.
He reached the river and stood and looked out over the expanse of water.
It mirrored his thoughts: dark, murky, deep.
He had to get traction on this case. Something to hang on to. There were so many moving parts, and just when he thought he had something, it fell apart, or was overtaken by a new development.
Was that intentional? Are they trying to keep us reactive?
He shut his eyes and let the frames roll through. It occurred to Decker that this process was like how the old-time animators would do their job, drawing slightly different versions of a character on multiple pieces of paper that you would then flip through to show motion.
Well, he was hoping for some motion of the forward variety.
He decided to begin at the beginning.
One more time.
And something had just occurred to him.
It had to do with real estate.
He made the phone call, and on the third ring Faye Thompson, Walter Dabney’s partner, picked up.
“What is it?” she said when Decker identified himself.
“I was just wondering about something.”
“Look, I’m up to my ass in lawyers and federal investigators. I don’t have time—”
“If you cooperate it will look better for you,” interjected Decker.
He heard her sigh and then she said, “What do you want to know?”
“When you joined the firm it was doing well?”
“Yes. Very well.”
“How about when Dabney first started out? Was he in the same office space you’re in now?”
“Of course not. It was only him way back when. So he didn’t need that much space. And he couldn’t have afforded it anyway.”
“Because he was building up his business.”
“Yes. It takes a lot of work and hard times to build something like Walter did. He started out on a shoestring and slowly built from there. He maxed out his credit cards more than once, I heard. But he was hugely successful in the end.”
“So money was tight?”
“Well, if you have plenty of cash why would you max out your credit cards?” she said snidely.
“Right. I understand that he had a yellow Porsche when he still worked at NSA?”
“I know nothing about that. Are we done here?” she added.
“I had one more question about his house—”
But Thompson had already hung up on him.
Next, Decker used his phone not to make a call but to order an Uber. Jamison had set an account up on his phone a few weeks ago. Five minutes later he was heading to Virginia.
It seemed chillier on this side of the Potomac as the car pulled up the stately drive. The car stopped in front of the house and Decker got out.
His knock was answered by Samantha. She looked like she had been crying.
“What do you want?” she said in an unfriendly tone.
“Is your mother here?”
“She’s in bed. Can’t you leave us alone?”
“I wish I could,” said Decker. “But I can’t. Can I come in?”
“Why?”
“Please?”
She stepped to the side and allowed him to pass. She closed the door and stared up at him. “Well?”
“So you all have lived here since you were little?”
“Yes.”
“In this house?”
“Yes!”
Jules came out of another room and saw Decker. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.
“Just asking a few questions.”
“What does our living in this house when we were little have to do with a damn thing?” said Samantha.
“I’m not sure at this point. So your parents have lived here for what, thirty-five years?”
Jules said, “About that, I guess. I’m thirty-seven and it’s the only place I remember.”
“I saw some family photo albums in the library. Do you mind if I look through them?”
“Why?” said Jules.
“Because this case has taken on a heightened sense of urgency. We have reason to believe that unless we solve it, something bad is going to happen in this country.”
Jules and Samantha exchanged glances. Jules said, “You’re bullshitting us.”
Decker stared back at her. “I really wish I were.”
She looked taken aback by his words. “Look, if you want to pore through old photo albums, knock yourself out.”
Leaving Samantha in the hall, Jules led him to the library, pulled the albums off the shelf, and set them down on the coffee table. When she started to leave, Decker said, “Do you mind sitting here with me to answer questions I might have?”
Jules sighed resignedly but sat next to him as he picked up the first one.
The albums were arranged chronologically, so Decker was able to get where he wanted to go relatively quickly.
“These are your grandparents?” he said, pointing to several old photos.
Jules nodded and pointed. “My dad’s mom and dad. They’re dead now. They were from Princeton, New Jersey. We used to go and visit them. He was a professor of political science there.”
“Impressive. They look like they were pretty well-off.”
“No. They lived in a house provided by the university. I know my dad helped them out financially when they got older.”
He pointed to another photo. “And these folks.”
“My mom’s parents. They lived in Oregon.”
“Did you visit them out there?”
“No. I never knew them. They had a small farm. They died in a mudslide when my mom was little. It swept the entire property away, the house, barn, everything. Her parents’ bodies were never found. She was at school or she would have been killed too. After that she went to an orphanage. Then came east when she was an adult.”