Redemption (Amos Decker #5)(33)

“Well, you said they would be on your list of suspects. They’d sort of have to live in Burlington to make it happen that fast.”

“Oh, well, I guess I assumed.”

“Can I take you through the case again?”

“Do we really have to? I’ve worked hard to put this behind me.”

“It’s really important. And it won’t take long.”

She looked at her watch. “It can’t take too long. My husband and I are going out to dinner later. I’d really prefer that you weren’t here when he arrives. It would take too much explaining.”

“I’ll be as expeditious as I can.”

She sighed, poured another cup of coffee, and sat back, looking at him expectantly.

“Your father went out that day around three, you said.”

“I think that’s right. It’s been a long time.”

“That’s what your statement said.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “Okay then, whatever.”

“They found him very early the next morning walking along a part of town that I would have described back then as being pretty dangerous.”

“Okay?”

“Had he ever been to that part of town before?”

“Not that I was aware.”

“Had you ever been to that part of town?”

She frowned. “What, do you mean when I was looking for drugs to buy? I don’t know. Maybe.”

“He had the opportunity to give us an alibi but never did. He said he was just walking in the rain. Something no one could corroborate.”

She spread her hands but said nothing.

“Before that we came to your house to find him. But he wasn’t there. You said he’d gone out.”

“That’s right.”

“And he never told you where he was going?”

“No. We didn’t talk much back then.”

“Yet you’d come back home to live.”

“I had nowhere else to go. Look, I was a total druggie back then. You know that and I know that. My mother was dying and needed looking after and I couldn’t even provide that.”

“So your father looked after her?”

Gardiner hesitated.

“Your statement didn’t really say one way or the other,” Decker added helpfully.

“We didn’t always see eye to eye, but I have to give credit where credit is due. My dad really cared about Mom. He did what he could. After he lost his job they had almost no money. And her pain was awful.” She involuntarily shuddered.

“She was hooked up to a drip line that night,” noted Decker. “I remember seeing it.”

“Yeah, well, half the time there were no pain meds in that IV bag. They couldn’t afford them. Fucking insurance companies.” She caught herself, put a hand to her mouth, and added, “Sorry, it’s still kind of a sore subject with me.”

“So your mother had insurance?”

“Until my dad got laid off. Then they couldn’t afford to stay on the insurance. And cancer was a preexisting condition. So they couldn’t get another policy anyway.”

“What did he do?”

“He worked every odd job he could and used the money to get what he could from local doctors.”

“But then he was arrested and held until trial. What then?”

“She suffered incredibly,” said Gardiner, her eyes filling with tears. “My mother was in terrible pain and there was nothing I could do about it.”

“Until she passed away?”

“Yes. Fortunately, she died in her sleep soon after.” She shook her head. “She worked so hard her whole life.”

“What did she do?”

“She was born near Columbus. She was smart but never had a chance to go to college. She worked at OSU. In the cafeteria, when she was in her twenties.”

“I actually played football there.”

“Really?” She looked him over. “I guess you’re plenty big enough. Then she met my dad and they got married. He was working at a manufacturing plant, I think, up near Toledo. They met on a blind date, or so my mom told me. Love at first sight, Meryl and Lisa. Then I came along soon after.” She paused. “They had a nice life. Until I grew up and screwed everything up.”

“With your drug addiction?”

She nodded. “Look, they tried to get me help, but I kept relapsing. Nothing I did seemed to work. I tried, but it was damn hard.”

“It is damn hard, but give yourself some credit. You finally kicked it.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Had your father ever mentioned the Richardses? Or David Katz?”

“No, never. I didn’t even know he knew them.”

“Well, he might not have.”

“Well, then why did he go to that house?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it? Susan Richards and Rachel Katz also testified that neither of them knew him, and weren’t aware that their husbands did either.”

“So it was a random burglary, then? He just drove around—”

“Walked. He didn’t have a car other than the one that was parked in front of your house all that day and well into the night. We confirmed that with witnesses from your old neighborhood.”