Redemption (Amos Decker #5)(100)

“This is my friend, Melvin Mars,” said Decker. “I think you’ve met. I didn’t think you’d mind if he came too.”

“Right, right. You were with Rachel.” Marks shook his head sadly. “That was so tragic. I hope she’s going to be okay.”

“She’s hanging tough,” replied Mars. “I’ve been with her at the hospital and things are looking up.”

“Good, good.” He waved to the others in his group. “Decker, I think you know Jenny, my daughter.”

Jenny Marks gave Decker a small nod.

“And these are some of my business associates.”

Decker ran his eye over the small group of men and women. They all looked intense, well-heeled, and unimpressed by him and his appearance. The women were elegantly slender and dressed expensively with earring-draped ears and necklace-draped necks, and they looked condescendingly at the plain Lancaster. One of them leaned into her friend and said something to make the other woman smile.

Decker saw Lancaster clutch her jacket more closely around her.

They were served drinks and gathered closer by the fire. They could hear the wind whistling down the chimney.

“God, Ohio winters, here we go again.” Marks laughed. “Gets right into my bones.”

“Dad, you spend winters either in Palm Beach or Palm Springs,” his daughter pointed out.

“Well, I spent enough of them here in the past,” he retorted with a smile. “You ever been to Palm Beach, Decker?” he asked.

“No, I never have.”

“It’s beautiful there.”

“If you have a lot of money,” said Jenny.

Her father said, “No, it’s beautiful even without money. The scenery and weather are free. But the money makes it a lot more fun, I’ll grant you that.” Marks turned back to Decker. “Now, do you have any leads on what happened to Rachel? I mean, what sick bastard would have done something like this?”

“We have the sick bastard who did it.” Decker pointed to Lancaster. “Thanks to my partner here, who shot him dead before he could kill me, at great personal risk to herself.”

Now the other women looked at Lancaster quite differently. The one who had made the joke, probably at Lancaster’s expense, paled and took a step back, staring at the detective with far more respect.

“Now that’s impressive,” said Marks. “The only killing I’ve ever made is in the real estate business,” he added, without a trace of humor. He raised his glass to her. “Thank you for your bravery, Detective Lancaster.”

The others followed suit. She smiled, blushed, and took a quick sip of her gin and tonic.

Decker continued, “We believe it was a murder for hire.”

Marks snapped, “A murder for hire! Who in the hell would want Rachel dead?”

“I don’t know.” He looked around at the group. “You did business with her. Did she have any enemies?” He looked at each of them as they slowly shook their heads.

“I’m really the one who had the business relationship with her, Decker,” said Marks. “Although we don’t do much together anymore. She has her financial backers and really doesn’t need someone like me. I can’t say that I knew everything about the woman. But it never occurred to me that she had enemies. I mean, I know what happened to her husband, but that was a long time ago. And he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, if I remember correctly.”

The butler came in and announced dinner.

Marks grinned at Decker as they filed into the dining room. “I know, it’s quite British, the butler thing, I guess. And silly. But what the hell. I like it.”

In the long dining room, Marks placed Decker next to him, while he put Mars in between the other two women and Lancaster between the other two men. Jenny Marks sat across from Decker, while her father took his place at the head of the table.

As they were eating, Decker asked, “So what did you know about David Katz?”

“David?” Marks rubbed his mouth with his napkin. “Well, he came to town years ago, young and smart and ambitious as hell.”

“I understand he had already made money doing something.”

“That’s right. I heard that too.”

Marks chewed on a bit of steak.

“Do you know exactly what he made his money in?” asked Decker.

“Not really. I thought it was the stock market, or the bond market, but I can’t tell you definitively.”

Meanwhile, the women next to Mars were asking him about himself.

“You look like an athlete,” said the brunette on his left. “Were you in the pros?”

“Played some college ball. Wanted to play in the NFL, but never made it.”

“You look like you could still play right now.”

“Don’t know about that. Those boys are a lot bigger and faster than when I played.”

The woman on his right, indicating Decker, said, “How do you know that guy?”

“Dude saved my life once.”

“Isn’t he a detective or something?” said the woman.

“One of the best.”

“He doesn’t look like a detective.”

“What are they supposed to look like?”

“I don’t know. Like on TV, I guess.”