Redemption (Amos Decker #5)(63)



“You look like you’re ready to go out somewhere,” said Decker. “I hope we’re not keeping you.”

“I am going out, but not until a little later.” She glanced at Mars. “It’s a new nightclub I’m part owner of. Going to check out the groove. That’s important. You do much clubbing?”

“Oh yeah. There’s a nice scene in D.C. And I’ve been dabbling in real estate up there.” He glanced at Decker and added, “Even thinking about opening a bar up there with a dance floor.”

“Well, then you’re welcome to join me tonight. This isn’t D.C., but we’ve put a lot of thought into the business model and the layout of the place. You might see something that might help you in your venture.”

“Thanks, I might just do that,” said Mars with another quick glance at Decker.

“I guess you’ve heard about Susan Richards,” said Decker. “I know it was on the news this morning.”

Katz frowned, uncrossed her legs, and sat forward. “That was truly awful. Taking her own life like that. It’s just hard to fathom. But I guess if she did kill Meryl Hawkins…?”

“So you think that she did?” asked Decker.

“I have no way of knowing for sure, do I? But it seems rather obvious.”

“And you were with Earl Lancaster at the time Hawkins was killed?”

“As I told you before, and I’m sure he confirmed.”

“His wife had to actually recuse herself from the investigation because of that,” said Decker. He paused, waiting for her reaction to this.

“I guess I could see that,” she said. “It’s like an episode of Law and Order or something.”

“Or something,” said Decker. “The night your husband was killed, you said you had no idea why he would be meeting with Don Richards? Or that he was even meeting with him?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you normally know your husband’s schedule?”

“Mostly. But not always. Especially if this was last-minute. He had an office and a secretary. She would have kept his schedule.”

“We talked to her back then. But I was hoping you might remember something.”

“Well, I can’t help you there. And I don’t know why you’re continuing to bother with this. Hawkins committed the murders. That was clearly established at trial. Now, I have no proof of who killed him, but other things being equal it might be the woman who disappeared and then turned up dead from a suicide.” She took another sip of wine. “I admire her, actually. At least she had the courage to finish the guy. I didn’t.”

“Well, we don’t know that she did.”

Katz made a careless wave with her hand. “Whatever. You have your job to do. Anything else?”

“Do you happen to know Mitzi Gardiner?”

Katz looked puzzled. “Mitzi Gardiner?”

“You might have known her as Mitzi Hawkins.”

“God, do you mean his daughter?”

“Yes.”

“No, I didn’t know her. Why the hell would I?”

“You might have seen her at the trial. She had to testify.”

“No, I don’t recall that. But I remember her being mentioned by some of the other witnesses, including you. I’m not sure what she even looks like.”

“Well, her looks have changed a lot since then. For the better. She’s turned her life around.”

“Well, good for her. Couldn’t have been easy having a murderer for a father.”

“So you never talked to her? Interacted with her?”

“Never.”

“She lives in Trammel. Very nice place. Wealthy. She has a young child.”

“Good for her. I wanted kids too.”

Mars said, “You’re still young. Not too late.”

Katz smiled at him. “You’re sweet, but I think that ship has sailed.” She turned back to Decker. “Anything else?”

“Did you talk to your husband on the day of his death?”

“I’m sure I did. We did sleep together and get up together. Probably had coffee before we both left the house that morning.”

“I mean after that. During the day?”

“I really can’t recall. It’s been a long time.”

“But no mention of his going to meet with Richards?”

“No. I told you that before.”

“Just verifying.”

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to trap me?” she said darkly. “That would not be very nice, particularly since I have nothing to hide.”

“I’m just trying to figure out what happened.”

Katz finished her wine in one long drink and set the empty glass on the table. “Well, let me help you out with that. Hawkins murdered my husband and three other people. And then Susan Richards killed him and then killed herself. Case closed. There, that wasn’t hard.”

She stood and looked down at Mars. “How about we grab a drink before we head over to the club? I know a place.”

Mars stood. “Sounds good.”

“Melvin, we have something to do first, and then you can meet her there,” said Decker.

Mars eyed Katz. “You cool with that?”

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