The Last Mile (Amos Decker, #2)(83)

“Are you okay?” asked Bogart.

She balled her hands into fists. “God, this is just so frustrating. First, this man Montgomery comes forward and that gets Melvin out of prison.”

“Well, you helped too,” said Jamison. “You kept him alive to get to that point.”

Surprisingly, Oliver shook her head in disagreement. “I wish I could claim credit for all that, but I can’t. I came on relatively recently. I filed a petition to stop the execution, but the court declined to act on it. Melvin’s other lawyers had washed their hands of him. I think they thought he was guilty. I read about the case and contacted Melvin. I just had a feeling, you know, that something wasn’t right. And then Montgomery coming forward seemed to be a miracle. And now it turns out all of that may have been a lie.”

“But you don’t believe that Melvin is guilty, do you?” asked Jamison.

“No. There’s something else going on here. Something far deeper. But now Davenport has been kidnapped and we may never see her again.”

“Well, we do have some news,” said Bogart.

He told them about the discoveries with the X-rays and the possible switching of the dental records. When he was done both women stared at him, stunned.

“I…I can’t believe this,” stammered Oliver. “Why would Roy Mars have done all that?”

“A good question,” said Decker. “And one we don’t have an answer for.”

Oliver said, “Would it be okay if I worked with all of you on this? I know that you’re the professionals, but I don’t think anyone wants to get to the bottom of this more than Melvin and I do. And I’m a criminal defense lawyer, so I do know my way around investigations.”

Bogart glanced at Decker and Jamison before saying, “Another pair of eyes never hurts.”

“Where’s Melvin?” asked Decker.

“In his room,” said Oliver. “I’ve just come from there. Are…are you going to…?”

“I’m going to try,” said Decker, and he set off.

*



A minute later he knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Mars called out.

“Decker.”

Decker heard footsteps coming toward the door and it opened. He said, “You up for a walk?”

Mars gazed at him suspiciously. “Why?”

“Got something I want to talk to you about.”

“Is it bad?”

“It might be. In fact, it probably will be, to you.”

“Is it about Davenport?”

“No. It’s a little more personal. And I just want you to hear me out, okay? And then you can, well, say what you want to.”

“Shit, Decker, you definitely got my attention.”

“Let’s go, we might be able to beat the rain. And you might need some air.”

They started walking on the shoulder along the road. Decker had his hands shoved deeply in his coat pockets.

Mars shot him anxious glances. “Come on, man, don’t go quiet on me now. My belly’s on fire.”

Decker took a long breath and plunged into what they had discovered. To his credit, Mars said nothing until he was finished. In fact, he didn’t say anything until Decker prompted, “Well?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Something.”

Mars stopped walking and so did Decker. The two men stared pointedly at each other.

Mars said, “It’s pretty clear I knew nothing, really, about my parents. So what you just told me, I guess, hell, it could be true.”

“Can you think of any reason why your father would want to frame you for murder?”

“Not off the top of my damn head, no,” barked Mars. “How would you answer if someone asked you that question about your old man?”

“I’d be pissed, like you are now.”

“Well, there you go.”

Mars started trudging along again and Decker matched his stride.

A truck zipped past them, and then another car. They moved farther off the road and were soon walking along the edge of a drainage ditch.

His gaze on the ground, Mars said, “If it wasn’t my dad’s body, do you think it was my mother’s?”

“I have no facts to support it, but, other things being equal, I do think it was your mother. One missing person in a small town was enough. Two would have been a red flag to the police, when it was followed by two burned-up bodies.”

“So my father just killed her? And then burned her up? How could he do that? I mean, I know he loved her. If I know nothing else about the guy I know that!”

“There might be an explanation.”

“Like what?” snapped Mars.

“Like she was dying anyway. And it would not be a painless death. It might be months of agony. Maybe they thought this way was better, I don’t know.”

“Okay, but my mom never would’ve been part of framing me for a murder.”

“Maybe she didn’t know about that.”

Mars considered this and then said in an exasperated tone, “Shit, I don’t know. I’m not smart enough to figure this out.”

“Maybe I’m not either.”

“Hell, if you don’t, who will?”