Long Shadows (Amos Decker, #7)(55)

He rushed forward, knelt down, and grabbed her arm.

She came out of the water, screaming her head off, until she saw who it was.

A stunned Decker let go of her arm and fell back on his butt on the pool surround. Kline went under but came back up a moment later, sputtering and spitting out water.

When Kline saw him sitting there, she exclaimed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“I was meditating. I meditate in the water.”

“Facedown, at this time of night?”

“My house, my rules. And a shrink I once dated told me about it. It’s like being in one of those floater tanks. Well, I can’t afford that, so I just use my pool. I float on my back and then flip over and hold my breath. I’m hoping it will improve my lung function. And you’re lucky because I usually do this in the buff.”

“Stopping smoking will really improve your lungs.”

“I’ve stopped more times than I can count.”

She climbed up the pool steps, revealing she had on a one-piece bathing suit with a short skirt. She dried off with a big towel that had been set on one of the chairs, then wrapped herself in it and sat down at a table. In front of her was a glass with what might be gin or vodka.

She took a pack of cigarettes off the table and lit one using her Zippo lighter. She blew smoke out, held up the drink, and said, “You want one? You can’t be on duty at this hour.”

“You got any beer?”

“In that fridge over there.”

He snagged a Corona from a small fridge set up in the outdoor kitchen, popped the top, and sat down across from her.

She said, “Now, would you care to explain what you’re doing here and why you thought it was a good idea to try to give me a heart attack?”

“I’m sorry about that. I came by before and knocked but you didn’t answer.”

“I’ve been on the lanai for the last hour. I like to come here at this time of night. It’s so dark and quiet and peaceful.”

“I was over talking to Mrs. Perlman. She didn’t have the answer to something and thought you might.”

She blew smoke out. “Okay, shoot.”

He told her about the man Perlman had mentioned who had come here from up north.

“She said they dated for a bit, and when it ended, Julia was…troubled? Do you know anything about that?”

Kline nodded. “She told me about him. His name is Dennis Langley. They went to law school together. He moved down here while she was still married. He followed her around like a lovesick little puppy dog. After the divorce, he finally made his move. They went out. They had some good times. They might have had sex. Julia never shared that. And then, it was over.”

“What happened?”

“Julia didn’t want to continue it. She thought he was too controlling.”

“That’s what Maya Perlman said, although she didn’t know his name. Why do you think she didn’t tell Maya?”

“I bet Maya knows Langley, too, both being lawyers. And maybe Julia didn’t want it getting around that she was dating the guy. Julia told me to keep it to myself, which I did. Until now.”

“Where is Langley located?”

“He practices law here in town.”

“What sort of law?”

“Criminal. He’s good from what I heard. You think he might have killed Julia?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time a guy who got dumped did something like that, would it?”

“What the hell is wrong with men anyway?”

“We’re too used to getting our own way. And way too much testosterone. And then there’s the lack of brains.”

She raised her glass. “I vote for the last one.”

“What can you tell me about Langley?”

“He’s Julia’s age, tall, handsome, outgoing, charming.”

“Sounds like quite a catch.”

“Yeah, but from what I heard, so was Ted Bundy.”

“When was the last time you saw him around here?”

“I’ve never seen him around here. But I know who he is, and I have seen him around town. It’s been about six months since they broke up.”

“And she broke up with him? That’s what Cummins said?”

“Yes. Seems silly to talk about breaking up with people when you’re in your forties and fifties. The same as having a ‘boyfriend’ at my age. But then I don’t, do I?”

“Do you want a boyfriend?”

“Depends on the time of day you ask me. Or how many drinks I’ve had.”

Decker smiled.

She smiled back and said, “I know we don’t know each other very well. But I’m a quick reader of people and I wasn’t sure you had a smile in you.”

“Sometimes I surprise myself.”

“I don’t see a wedding band. Are you divorced? Or never married?”

Decker’s smile faded. “Neither. I lost my wife a while back.”

“Oh, I’m very sorry. And I made your smile go away. Just the sort of stupid thing I do.”

He shrugged half-heartedly. “It’s not stupid. It was a perfectly legit question.”

“I’m sure you miss her very much.”