Redemption (Amos Decker #5)(109)

“Pey-ton.”

“Right. The manager at the American Grill. Did he come to you? Did he ask you to help frame Meryl?” He shook her violently. “Did he?”

She closed her eyes again and went limp in his arms.

He could hear footsteps pounding down the hall. The door burst open and three EMTs were there.

Decker called out, “Amos Decker with the FBI. She took pills from that bottle. More than five. I’m starting to lose her. I think she’s unconscious.”

One of the EMTs grabbed the bottle and looked at the label. “Okay, step back.”

Decker moved away from the bed as the EMTs crowded around Mitzi, who had started to shake violently and then suddenly slumped over. One of the EMTs sprayed Narcan into her nostril. She didn’t move for a long moment, and then she sat straight up and let out a lungful of air.

“Okay, ma’am, just relax. We’re going to take you to the hospital to get checked out.”

“W-what?”

Then she went limp again and fell over sideways.

“Shit,” said the EMT. He sprayed another shot of Narcan up her other nostril.

She stirred but did not come fully back.

They started a saline drip line and put a blood pressure cuff and pulse monitor on her.

“Her pressure and respiration are really low,” said one of the EMTs. “Critically low. I think she took something more than was in that bottle. Let’s roll. Now!”

They were loading her onto a gurney when Decker noticed something.

“Wait a minute, where’s her husband?”

“Who?” said one of the EMTs.

“Her husband. Tall guy. He let you in.”

“Nobody let us in. The front door was open. We just followed the noise to back here.”

Decker ran out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door. A late-model Audi 8 had been parked in front when he’d gotten here. It was no longer there.

He looked up and down the road fronting the house.

Brad Gardiner was gone.

And Decker had no clue why.

Am I ever going to get out ahead of this damn case?





Chapter 69



“I DON’T LIKE GETTING PLAYED,” grumbled Decker.

He was sitting alongside Lancaster and Mars in the visitors’ waiting room at the local hospital in Trammel, where Mitzi Gardiner had been admitted into the critical care unit. As with Rachel Katz, they had armed guards stationed 24/7 outside her room.

Though the doctors were hopeful that she would recover, they could not guarantee what her mental state might be when she regained consciousness. One of the doctors had told them, “When abused, the drug she took can have a particularly destructive impact on certain areas of the brain having to do with memory.”

“Well, that’s great,” Decker had replied. “Since we need for her to remember a lot of stuff.”

Lancaster now said, “We found Brad Gardiner’s car abandoned about two miles from his house. He might have been picked up there and taken somewhere else.”

“It never occurred to me that her husband might be a part of all this,” said Decker miserably.

“Playing a role all these years?” said Mars. “That’s a commitment and then some.”

“Agreed,” said Lancaster. “I mean, they had a kid together.”

“I’m not saying the guy doesn’t love her or didn’t want to marry her and have a child,” said Decker. “But I can’t think of another reason why he would have vanished like that, unless he was afraid we were going to find out something.”

“This goes way beyond money laundering, Decker,” said Lancaster.

“We need to find out all we can about Brad Gardiner.”

Lancaster said, “I’ve already started digging. He went to college in Illinois. Moved here about fifteen years ago. Worked at a variety of jobs in the financial sector. Now he specializes in an upscale placement market.”

“Mitzi told me a little about that. She called it a high-end job placement platform.”

“That’s right,” said Lancaster. “Apparently he’s not placing people in low-paying jobs. He focuses on finance, law, high tech, manufacturing, energy, those sorts of fields. They pay the big bucks and he gets big commissions.”

“I wonder how he hooked up with Mitzi,” said Decker.

“You really think this was all arranged after the murders thirteen years ago?”

“She didn’t marry him thirteen years ago. She had to go through her big makeover. She told me that Katz helped her with that. Then Gardiner steps in and marries Mitzi and they have a kid and a wonderful life.”

“And Gardiner came to the area about the same time as David Katz was opening the American Grill,” noted Lancaster.

“Right. Mitzi said her husband knew nothing about her past. Now, either she was lying, or she didn’t know that her marriage might have been a setup.”

“Assuming it was, why would they go to all those lengths to give Mitzi a second shot at life?” wondered Lancaster.

“She helped them by framing her father for four murders. They wanted to keep her in line.”

Lancaster shook her head and said, “Okay, but if they were afraid she might talk, why not just kill her? These folks don’t seem to mind solving their problems with violence. And it’s not like she was a major player in whatever they’re doing.”