The Last Mile (Amos Decker, #2)(91)

“Alive. That’s about it. But I’ll be fine.”

Mars said, “Decker was just about to tell us who walloped him.”

Jamison gasped. “You know? You saw the person?”

“It was your father, Melvin. At least I’m ninety-nine percent sure it was.”

“So you didn’t see him?”

“I heard him. He had a knife against my jugular during our conversation. He knew about everything.”

“Did he use my name?” asked Mars.

“Yes. Well, sort of.”

“What exactly did he call me?”

“Mellow.”

Mars looked away and rubbed his chin with his hand. “Right.”

“What’s the reference?”

“His joke. Since I was the exact opposite of mellow. He was the only one who ever called me that. The only one.”

“So it was him,” said Jamison.

“Pretty sure, yeah,” said Mars.

“He was also a smoker,” said Decker.

“So was my father.”

“What else did he say, Amos?” asked Jamison.

Decker slowly told them, but leaving out some parts, particularly those in reference to how Roy Mars really felt about his son.

Mars said slowly, “So he’s saying he did this to protect me? And he got me out probably because my mother made him promise?”

“He didn’t actually say that, but when I made the statement he didn’t dispute it. But one thing puzzles me. He said he hadn’t set you up. When it was clear that he had.”

Mars nodded. “But my mom knew what he was going to do. That he was going to frame me and then play dead. Chocha, like you said.”

Decker and Jamison gazed nervously at him.

“She probably thought you’d be safer in prison, Melvin,” suggested Jamison.

“Yeah, so safe I nearly died.”

“She had terminal brain cancer, I doubt she was thinking all that clearly. And it was pretty obvious that she didn’t like the plan. That was why they were arguing.”

“But he still went ahead and screwed me over. And she went along with it.”

A long moment of silence passed.

“We can argue forever about what was in their heads, Melvin,” said Decker at last. “But it won’t change things.”

“Right. I know.”

“But it still sucks,” said Decker.

“Yeah, it does.”

Jamison glanced at him and attempted to quickly change the subject. “But now you don’t think it’s the cartel out there behind this?”

“Roy snorted, because he thought I was going down the wrong path when I mentioned the cartel. When I reversed course on that, he clammed up.”

“And Davenport?” asked Jamison in a tremulous voice.

“Unfortunately, he didn’t sound so hopeful about her.”

“But he said he was covering my back,” said Mars.

Decker looked at him. The pleading look on the man’s face was painful to see.

“He did say that, Melvin. He was going to do his best to protect you.”

“Because of my mother.”

“I don’t think it’s all that. He said you got screwed. Maybe he feels remorse.”

“I don’t think so,” said Mars slowly. “I’m not sure the guy can feel anything.”

“Whatever your father feels or doesn’t feel about you, Melvin, has nothing to do with you,” said Jamison firmly. “It’s his issue, not yours.”

Decker said, “The man could wield a knife. And though he’s in his seventies, he’s still physically formidable. I’m not easy to knock out. But he managed it.”

“He always was strong as a bull,” said Mars absently.

“There is a connection between your father and Montgomery,” said Decker. “He as good as admitted that. If we can find that nexus we may be able to determine who is behind all this.”

Jamison said, “Maybe we should take Roy’s advice and get Melvin far away from here.”

Mars said immediately, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Decker added, “I agree. If I’m reading this right, it won’t matter where Melvin goes. It was also clear that Roy felt that whoever he was hiding from is after what’s in the safe deposit box.”

“But no clue as to what that is?” asked Jamison.

“It’s obviously something important.”

“But if not a cartel, what?” asked Mars. “What could my old man have been involved in all those years ago?”

Decker said, “He’s a dangerous man, Melvin. That may be an indicator. He kills people.”

“What, like he was some sort of hired hit man?”

“I don’t know for certain. I’m just saying that it wouldn’t have surprised me if someone had used him as muscle.”

Mars rose, went over to the window, and looked out. The man was a picture of confused despair.

In a low voice Jamison said to Decker, “This is really hard on him. I can’t even imagine.”

“I can imagine,” said Decker. “But the only way to get him out of this mess is to figure it out. Otherwise he’s going to be looking over his shoulder the rest of his life.”