The Last Mile (Amos Decker, #2)(57)

“How is that connected?” she said.

“I think it might be the catalyst for all the rest.”





CHAPTER

30



I DON’T KNOW,” said Mars.

Decker, Davenport, and Jamison faced him across the width of a table in Mars’s hotel room. Like Decker, he had showered after his workout and changed into fresh clothes.

“You have to know something,” said Decker doggedly. “You were a Heisman Trophy finalist. You went to New York for the awards ceremony. Did they go with you?”

“No,” said Mars immediately. “I asked but they both said no. Dad had to work, and Mom didn’t like to travel without him.”

“You father couldn’t get time off from his pawnshop job to go see whether his son won the Heisman?” Davenport said skeptically.

Mars looked at her. “I know it sounds weird now. But it didn’t back then. I was going to the ceremony. Sure, I wanted them to come, but man, it was just cameras and microphones in my face all the time. I wouldn’t have had much time to spend with them anyway.”

Decker sat back. “Did anyone try to interview them about you in the lead-up? I know that it’s typical to do stories about the backgrounds and families of the finalists.”

Mars nodded. “Yeah, I mean we got requests. They came through UT. ESPN and some others wanted to do a story on my parents. The newspaper in Austin, even the New York Times came calling.”

“And?” asked Decker.

“My parents turned all that down. They didn’t want to talk to nobody.”

“Didn’t you find that strange?”

“Well, looking back, yeah. But you got to understand, man, everything was going a million miles an hour for me right then. I barely had time to breathe. It was like every week somebody was honoring me with something. Hell, even my old elementary school had a Melvin Mars Day that I went to speak at. So I didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on my parents. I knew they were proud of me. That was all cool.”

Jamison said, “I’m sure they were, but their reluctance to be in the public eye may mean something.” She glanced at Decker. He nodded.

She said in a low voice, “Decker thinks your parents might have been in Witness Protection.”

Mars’s eyes widened and he gaped at Decker.

Davenport said, “That would make sense, actually. And explain a lot.” She looked at Decker. “Can we verify it?”

“Working on it,” said Decker as he continued to study Mars.

Mars said, “Why would my parents be in Witness Protection? Isn’t that for, like, criminals who ratted people out?”

“Not always, no. Innocent people have gone into Witness Protection because they helped bring down bad elements and because of that their lives were in jeopardy.”

Mars mulled over this. “I guess that might make sense. But they never said anything to me about it.”

“I would imagine not,” said Davenport. “Telling you might lead to bad things. You might slip up and mention something. I’m sure the protocols for the U.S. Marshals are to have as few people as possible know.”

Mars nodded but still looked stunned by this possibility.

Decker stirred. “Did your parents go to the elementary school event?”

Mars composed himself and said, “Yeah. It was the only thing I remember them going to, actually. It was just a little ceremony in the auditorium. I spoke to the kids and teachers. Then some little kids brought up this plaque and presented it to me. I got my pictures taken with the principal and some of the teachers I had when I was there.”

“And your parents?”

“Well, they were in the audience.”

“They didn’t come up onstage?”

“No way. They would never have done that. They hated stuff like that. Wanted to keep in the background.”

“And did you leave together?”

Mars knitted his brows, obviously thinking back. “Yeah, we did, actually.” He flinched a bit and then eyed Decker. “When we were coming out of the school there was a local TV film crew there. We didn’t know they would be there. Sort of a surprise. But they talked to me. I did a little interview right there. Talked about my time at the school, the award I’d been given. All feel-good stuff.”

“And your parents?”

“They were behind me.”

“And in the camera’s eye.”

“Well, yeah, I guess. The dude was doing sweeps of the crowd.”

“And did you mention your parents?”

“Yeah. I turned and pointed them out—” Mars stopped.

“And did the footage play on TV?”

Mars dumbly nodded. Then he said, “And ESPN picked it up and played parts of it over the next couple days. I remember seeing it.”

Decker sat back. “So that’s what started all this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your parents being on national television.”

“But you said my father probably had plastic surgery done. To change his face.”

“Maybe he did but it didn’t change it enough.”

Davenport said, “Decker, are you saying someone saw the Marses on TV and then came to Texas and killed them?”