Long Shadows (Amos Decker, #7)(82)

“Yes, but is this really necessary? We’ve told you all we know.”

“Funny how people recall new things if you keep asking,” said Decker.

Perlman turned and called out, “Maya, the FBI are here. I have to leave.”

He said brusquely to Decker, “Please don’t upset her.”

They stepped into the house as Maya Perlman came into the foyer. She had on white slacks and a polka-dotted blouse with a matching bandanna around her hair. She did not seem happy to see them.

Trevor Perlman said, “I have to go, honey, I’m already late to tee off.”

She nodded dumbly and he skittered off toward the garage. A few moments later Decker saw him fly out of the driveway on his spiffy burgundy golf cart.

Maya said, “This way.”

She led them out onto the lanai, and they sat down around the pool. It was already eighty degrees and sunny.

“Weather like this all the time?” asked Decker.

“Mostly. It can get pretty unbearable in South Florida in July and August but that’s what you have air-conditioning for. Now, what can I do for you?”

“Alan Draymont was having a sexual relationship with Julia Cummins.”

She gaped. “You must be joking.”

“We have conclusive proof of that. And your neighbor, Doris Kline, had already suspected that was the case.”

“Doris never mentioned that to me.”

“Probably just being discreet,” interjected White.

“So we were wondering if while Draymont was guarding you, did Cummins ever come over or have any contact with him?” asked Decker.

Perlman sat back and pondered this. “Julia did come over for drinks and dinner several times while we had protection. We talked about the reasons they were there. She was very supportive and lamented that I was having to go through this. Draymont might have been on duty then. If so, she could have seen him or even spoken with him. He would walk a perimeter, check doors and windows, or sit out in his car for a bit. He would occasionally come into the house to check around and use the bathroom.”

“And then she asked you about protection for herself at some point. When was that?”

“Oh, I’m not sure I remember exactly. It might have been over drinks.”

“Was your husband with you?”

“I don’t believe so. No, that’s right, it was just Julia and me. We’d gone out for a drink.”

“And she said she had gotten threats?” asked White.

“I’m not sure it was anything that direct.”

“Or did she just want to know about the company providing the service?”

“She did ask for the name. And I gave it to her. Okay, now I remember. After we got back from drinks she and Trevor and I sat down and talked about it in more detail.”

“Did she specifically ask about Draymont or any other particular person?”

“I don’t think so. But Trevor did show her photos of the personnel who had guarded us.”

“And was Draymont one of them?” He pulled his phone and showed her the photo of Draymont.

“Yes, I believe he was one of the ones we showed Julia.”

“Did Cummins zero in on the guy?”

Perlman looked a little embarrassed. “Okay, yes, now I remember. She said…that he…looked like a hottie.”

White and Decker exchanged glances. Decker said, “It would have been nice to know this when we spoke with you previously.”

“I just remembered it. Besides, I had no idea they were sleeping together, so I attached no importance to the man. Are you really sure they were having sex?”

“Yes,” said White. “Why do you find that so unlikely? He was young and handsome. And then there are the judge’s own words about him being a hottie.”

“I just thought Julia was a cut above that. I mean, sleeping with any man who walks into your house? I don’t care how handsome he is. Plus, he was guarding her. That was totally unprofessional, and Julia was thoroughly professional.”

“But he wasn’t guarding her,” Decker said. “She never hired Gamma. She only wanted Draymont’s name because she was attracted to him.”

“Good God,” exclaimed Perlman. “Julia could have had any man she wanted and she went after a security guard?”

White gave the woman a withering glare but remained silent.

Decker said, “Dennis Langley is the man Cummins was dating until about six months ago. You knew she was seeing someone but didn’t know his name. Is he up to snuff for you?”

She sat back, looking stunned. “Really? Dennis? I never saw him at her place. And Julia never said anything to me.”

“You know him?”

“Of course. He’s very well-known in the criminal defense bar, of which I used to be an active member. It’s a small legal community, everyone knows everybody.” She looked pensive. “I sometimes wondered why he never appeared before her.”

“What can you tell us about him?”

“He’s a good lawyer.”

“And?”

“And he’s been known to have an eye for the ladies, and he’s had a string of them.”

“We met one recently. Gloria Chase?”

“Don’t know her. But I assume she’s gorgeous with money.”