“I never knew a case to have so many consultants,” said Lancaster. Then she settled her gaze on Decker. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing,” said Decker.
“Those heartless pricks. What they did at my house. Re-create your crime scene.”
Jamison shot Decker a startled look.
“You didn’t know?” asked Lancaster.
“No,” said Jamison quietly.
“Fortunately for us, they used mannequins instead of real people,” said Lancaster. She shivered, took out a pack of smokes, and then put them away again. Decker eyed her. She said, “I’m trying to quit. For Sandy’s sake.”
“Secondhand smoke?” said Jamison.
“No, I never smoke in the house or car. I meant I wanted to be alive to see her grow up. Especially after
…”
She reached into her pocket, pulled out a tissue, and dabbed at her eyes as she looked away, embarrassed.
She stuffed the tissue back into her pocket and said, “I don’t want to be here. I want to be working the case. Those bastards came into my house and did that. I want them more than I’ve wanted anyone in my whole career.”
“Did you or Earl hire a cleaning service for your house?” Decker asked.
She looked puzzled. “A cleaning service?”
“I know how security-conscious you are, especially with Sandy. How she got out of the house that one time and you didn’t find her for hours.”
“What is your point, Decker?” she snapped.
“No forced entry at your house. They just walked in, Mary. I wonder how that could be, unless someone had a key. Earl and Sandy had gone out. He locked up, right?”
“Yes, he always does. And you’re right, Earl did hire a maid service, but they don’t have a key to our house. We’d never have allowed that. Earl knew when they were coming and he let them in.”
“But once in the house, could someone posing as a maid have gotten access to a key, made a copy of it, and used it to enter the house later?”
“But how would they know he’d even hired a maid?”
“If they were watching the house they could see the car or van pull up. They usually have signs on them.”
“But how could they impersonate a maid?”
“Call the service and ask them if someone posing as you or Earl called and canceled them coming on one of their workdays.”
“Decker, do you really—”
“It’s just a phone call, Mary. And it might be a break for us. You said you wanted to be working the case. So work.”
She slipped out her phone and called the maid service. From the words she spoke, Decker knew the answer before she hung up.
“You were right, Amos. They got a call saying not to come.”
“So that’s when the fake maid came and made an impression of the key. You keep your keys where?” said Decker.
“On hooks by the side door.”
“I saw a calendar on your fridge. It has everybody’s schedule?”
“Yes.”
“So that’s how they knew Earl and Sandy would be out that night.”
“I can’t believe the person who did all this was in my house,” said Lancaster, staring at her hands. “I just can’t believe it.” She glanced up. “That means Earl has seen the killer. Maybe—”
Decker shook his head. “The person won’t look anything like Earl’s description now. They’re too smart for that, Mary.”
Decker rose and looked down at her. Jamison followed suit. “Will you be okay here?” he asked.
“We’ll be safe, if that’s what you mean.”
“Right now, that’s what I mean.”
“I’m lucky, Amos. My family is alive.”
“This was a warning, Mary. A warning to me. I didn’t do what they wanted me to do. There will be no more warnings. Which means I have to get to them, before they get to anyone else.”
He turned to leave with Jamison.
“Where are you going now?” Lancaster stared at him like he was the last person left on earth except for her. If Decker could have felt sympathy, he would have been deeply moved.
“To look at a video one more time.”
“What video?”
“Of someone getting out of a car.”
Chapter
51
DECKER HAD WATCHED the video on the laptop a dozen times, both at regular speed and in slow motion. Then he had sat back in his chair, closed his eyes.
She had come over.
The order given.
The beer delivered.
She had walked away.
He had seen her once more sauntering along the bar, slender hips twitching enticingly, before disappearing into the rear of the place.
Then he had seen her once more. Here. On the screen.
Getting out of the car. Over and over and over.
Everything he had seen replayed in his head. He went up and down her body over and over again. His mind focused on the little part of the face that he had seen.
And then it clicked. His DVR had finally come through for him.
He opened his eyes to see Agent Bogart standing there.
He and Jamison were in the library at Mansfield.
“You went to see Lancaster?” asked Bogart.
Decker nodded, his thoughts still on the images in his head.
“How’s she doing?”
“Do you still have your jet handy?”
Bogart looked surprised by this. He perched on the edge of the table.
“Yes, why?”
“Can I get a ride on it?”
“If I say you can. What’s up?”
Decker rose. “We need to get to Chicago.”
“You were just there.”
“I need to go again.”
“You have a lead?” Bogart glanced at the laptop screen. His eagerness was palpable.
“I have a lead.”
“Can I come too?” asked Jamison quickly.
Bogart looked at her and then at Decker. The latter shrugged.
Bogart said, “Okay, but keep in mind that the FBI is not running a freaking airline service. And not one word of anything gets printed.”
“I quit my job at the paper.”
“What?” said Decker. “Why?”
“I’m working this case full-time now. And I couldn’t do my other reporting duties. And, quite frankly, it was time to move on.”
She got up and snagged her bag. “So, let’s go. Chop-chop.”
She walked out of the room.