Blindman's Bluff

by Faye Kellerman

  “What for?”

  “What do you mean, ‘ what for ’ ?”Decker was aghast. “To kill Gil off and complete the job. Maybe this time the shooter will get lucky and kill all the men.”

  Kotsky was imperturbable. “I wait for Neptune Brady. He is the boss. He is out of surgery. Doctor says we can talk to him in maybe half hour.”

  It came out “maybe khef hour.”

  “What happened?”Marge asked Decker.

  “Ask him.”Decker cocked a thumb toward Kotsky. “He was there.”

  Kotsky said, “Somebody”s make shots. Mr. Brady jump on Gil and Grant and bring them to the ground, I pull Mace down, but still he is shot in the arm. I feel bullet…the wind.”He brushed his hand across his right cheek. “I hear it like a bumblebee go past my ear. I am lucky.”

  “And the shooters?”Oliver asked.

  “I don”t see much,”Kotsky said. “When I look up, I see red car sedan. I think it is Toyota or Honda.”

  Marge said, “What about Antoine Resseur?”

  Kotsky said, “He not get shots. He”s gone, too.”

  Decker regarded Kotsky. “Excuse us for a moment.”

  “Sure. I no go nowhere.”

  Decker led Oliver and Marge into a secluded corner. “Rina identified Alejandro Brand as one of the guys that Brett Harriman overheard talking about the murders. I”ve called up Foothill and asked them to put a couple of men on him. I also assigned Messing and Pratt to hunt around. I”d like to know where Brand has been for the last few hours since he seems to be the only lead we have.”

  “Who”s looking for the Kaffeys and Resseur?”Marge said.

  “I”ve put out an APB on them.”

  “Maybe it”s a setup, Loo, with the three of them in it together,”Oliver said. “Gil and Grant to get the money and Resseur to get Gil back. You told us he was pissed that he broke up with Gil and that he blamed the parents.”

  “That”s extreme measures to get back your boyfriend.”

  “When passions get high…” Oliver said. “And why would the men run if someone was really trying to whack them? You”d think they”d be too scared not to be protected.”

  “Protection hasn”t done anything to help them,”Marge said. “Maybe they”re too scared to stick around. Maybe they don”t trust anyone except each other.”

  “Okay…then assuming the shooting is legit,”Oliver said. “Who”s the target?”

  Marge said, “Who knows? The only Kaffey who hasn”t been shot is Grant. He”s worth looking at a little closer.”

  “I”m still thinking about the embezzling uncle,”Oliver said. “How serious is Mace”s gunshot wound?”

  Decker said, “Far from life threatening, but it”s still a bullet in the arm. We still have a missing guard, guys. What”s going on with Rondo Martin?”

  Marge said, “The man was a cipher even in Ponceville. No one is even sure where he came from.”

  Oliver said, “Martin wasn”t overly social—an occasional beer or two. In his off hours, he used to hang out at the field-hand houses. They”re called the ciudads and they surround the farms. The areas look like Tijuana on a bad day.”

  “It”s more shantytown than city,”Marge said. “And the area probably houses prostitutes.”

  “Not much else to do up there,”Oliver said.

  “Rondo Martin used to frequent the northern district of the ciudads.”

  “They”re divided into four quarters?”Decker asked.

  “I believe so,”Marge told him. “The sheriff is a guy named Tim England, but everyone calls him T. His secretary rattled off some of the families who live in the northern district. One of the surnames was Mendez.”

  Immediately, Decker said, “As in Ana Mendez.”

  “You got it,”Marge said. “We had to leave before we could nose around. There may be nothing to it. Mendez is a common Hispanic surname. The simplest thing to do would be to ask Ana about it, but we don”t want to scare her away.”

  Oliver said, “We thought that maybe you and Brubeck would want to go up and see the ciudads for yourselves.”

  Decker smiled. “You”re giving me an assignment.”

  “Brubeck is local and you speak Spanish,”Marge said.

  Oliver said, “I would leave Sheriff T in the dark. I think he might not like you poking into his territory.”

  Decker said, “You don”t like Sheriff T?”

  Marge said, “He is a flat guy. He wasn”t self-revealing, but why would he be?”

  “All right,”Decker said. “Sounds like a good day”s work. What about Oakland? Did you make contact with Neptune”s dad?”

  “It”s actually his grandfather,”Oliver said. “Porter Brady. Neptune”s father was black, but his mother is white. That explains his perpetual tan.”

  “What does his race have to do with the Kaffey murders?”Decker said. “Displaced anger or something?”

  “According to Porter, Neptune didn”t hate his mom.”Oliver gave him a recap on what they had learned.

  Marge said, “That explains why Brady”s in his thirties and the old man is in his seventies.”

  “Brady”s phone records put him in Oakland when the shooting went down,”Oliver said. “Do you still consider him a strong suspect, Rabbi?”

  “He hasn”t been ruled out. No one has, including that guy.”

  Decker was referring to Kotsky. The man hadn”t moved, still standing in the same spot with his arms across his chest. He would have made a dynamite beefeater.

  “I guess we”ll just have to wait until we talk to Neptune. He seems to be calling the shots.”Decker shrugged. “Maybe more shots than we think.”

  BECAUSE DR. RAIN had met Decker previously, he allowed him contact with Brady. But only he could go in and only for a short time. Neptune”s face was gray and his skin was mottled. There was an oxygen tube up his nose and an IV in his arm. His lips were cracked but his eyes were open.

  Bedsheets were covering his lower body. His upper torso, swathed in bandages, was exposed. He was semi-upright, and when he noticed Decker, he gave him a dazed look. “I know you.”

  “Lieutenant Decker. How are you feeling?”

  “I”m flying, man…don”t want to crash. Ever been shot?”

  “A couple of times.”

  “Like being stuck with a hot poker. Fuck, it burns.”

  “Yes, it does.”

  “But now all is mellow.”

  “I”ll keep the questions short.”

  “Short is good…not in dicks though.”

  “Neptune, do you know where the Kaffey boys are?”

  “Nope! No idea.”

  “They just jumped in the limo and disappeared?”

  “I told them…get the hell out of Dodge.”

  “What about Antoine Resseur?”

  “What about him?”

  “Did he go with the Kaffey boys?”

  “Did he?”

  “I don”t know,”Decker said. “I”m asking you.”

  “Fuck if I know.”

  “Where do you think they might have gone?”

  “To go where no man has ever gone…” He gave the Star Trek V sign. Index and middle finger together on one side of the V split with the ring and pinkie finger on the other. Decker knew that this was a ritual gesture given by the Jews”priests—the Kohanim—when blessing the congregation. It was two thousand years old.

  “Maybe you can guess within earthly boundaries?”

  “No idea.”Another silly smile. “I redeemed myself. I got shot, but not the Kaffeys.”

  “Mace got shot.”

  Brady was thinking hard. “Yeah…that”s messed up.”A pause. “Demerol is great. I should become an addict. They tried to send me to rehab but I said no, no, no.”

  “Neptune, who besides Kotsky and you knew that Gil was coming out?”

  “Gil came out a while ago…” A wide smile.

  Decker said, “Knew that Gil was being released from the hospital.”

  He coughed and
winced when he did. “Shit, that burns.”

  “Do you need the nurse?”

  “I need more drugs.”

  Decker pushed the nurse”s call button. He decided to simplify further. “You knew when Gil was going to be released from the hospital, right?”

  “Right.”

  “So did Grant, Mace, Antoine Resseur, and Piet Kotsky, correct?”

  “Correct.”

  “Anyone else know?”

  “Know what?”

  “When Gil was coming out of the hospital.”Decker tried another way. “Did you hire anyone else besides Piet Kotsky to guard the Kaffeys?”

  The question stumped him. “I don”t think so…it”s a little foggy…my brain.”

  “So far the only one who wasn”t shot was Grant and Resseur,”Decker said. “What do you think about that?”

  “I did my job. Otherwise his brains would have been splattered on my bomber jacket.”

  “Was a man named Alejandro Brand ever employed by you?”

  He blinked several times. “Doesn”t sound familiar. Who is he?”

  “You look in pain.”

  “I could use another shot of happiness.”

  Decker depressed the button a second time. He decided to pull one out of the hat. “Did you know that Rondo Martin and Ana Mendez were an item?”

  Brady said, “Ana the maid?”

  “Yes. Ana Mendez. I heard they were dating.”

  “Hmmm…” Brady appeared thoughtful. “Once time, I came into the guards”quarters.”He inhaled and exhaled, slow and steady. “Rondo was there in his civvies…he was eating a plate of Mexican food.”He closed his eyes. “Tacos and enchiladas, rice and beans. No roach coaches on the ranch.”

  “I wouldn”t think so. Did you ask him about it?”

  “Yep. He told me he could cook and offered me some. I told him no thanks and he said, suit yourself. Then he got up and threw the plate in the garbage. He told me he was going to get dressed for his post.”Another spasm of pain.

  “Did Ana cook the meal for him?”

  “Don”t know. The hot plate and the microwave were clean. He didn”t heat it up there. And it sure didn”t smell like frozen shit…. I”m tired.”

  “I know. But I”d really like to find Gil and Grant. I”m worried about them.”

  “Go get rapists and robbers…they”ll show up.”

  The nurse came in and consulted the chart, then the IV line. “How are we doing?”

  Brady said, “Don”t know about you, but I”m doing shitty.”

  “I”ll add a little more medicine to your drip,”the nurse said. “It”ll make you a little sleepy.”

  “Sleepy is fine,”Brady told her. “Just get rid of the fucking pain.”

  TWENTY-FOUR

  MACE”S ROOM WAS down the hall from Brady”s. His injury required an overnight stay, but if all went well, he”d be discharged the following morning. He was sitting atop the bed, his arm in a sling, watching TV, dressed in pajamas and a robe. He was gray around the eyes set in deep, dark circles. His lips were blanched and dry. His black hair was shiny and a shade off of greasy.

  “I can”t wait to get out of here,”he told Decker. “This place is a loony bin.”

  “When are you leaving?”Decker asked him.

  “Soon as I can travel, even if I charter a private jet.”He clicked off the TV. “Guy was always getting me into fixes. In life and in death.”

  “I read about that,”Decker said. “The lawsuit.”

  Mace waved Decker off with his good hand. “A misunderstanding. I could have pursued it, but the only ones who”d have gotten rich would have been the lawyers. In the end, I got what I wanted and so did he. And no, I don”t care to elaborate.”

  Decker said, “I”d like to ask you about what happened in the parking lot. Did you see anything?”

  Mace shook his head. “It happened so fast.”

  “Brady and Kotsky remember a car peeling rubber after the shots.”

  “Good for them. I can”t say that I remember anything except thinking I was going to die. I knew I got hit. Blood was everywhere. I was so confused, I thought I took it in the chest. Thank God, it was only my arm.”

  “Could you go over the sequence? Like you walked out of the hospital and then…”

  “Okay, let me think.”Mace closed his eyes. “Gil was in a wheelchair. Antoine was on his right, Grant was on the left. Brady was in front of us, whatshisname was in back.”He paused. “Where was I?”

  Another pause. “I was between Gil and whatshisname.”

  “Kotsky?”Decker said.

  “Yeah, him. I was walking ahead of Kotsky, but behind Gil, Grant, and Resseur. I heard a popping noise and Kotsky…he pushed me to the ground. Next thing I remember is shaking like Jell-O. My first thought was: please God, don”t let me die and don”t let me die in L.A.”

  “Looks like God answered your prayers.”

  “Maybe.”Then under his breath, Mace added, “At least for the moment.”

  Decker gave him a card. “If you need anything or remember anything…”

  Mace took the card, and then clicked back on the TV.

  Interview over.

  “THE LATEST PRINTOUTS on Greenridge.”Lee Wang set a stack of papers on the Loo”s desk. He brushed black hair from his face and sat down without being asked. His brown jacket had padded shoulders but was an inch too short in the sleeves. The clothing salesperson must have been on crack.

  Placing aside a pile of phone messages, Decker picked up the papers and stifled a yawn. Last night, he”d slept four fitful hours, and even with a couple of cups of morning coffee, he had to think about focusing.

  “What am I reading, Lee?”

  “The top ones are recent articles on Paul Pritchard of Cyclone Inc.”

  “Greenridge”s nemesis. Can you summarize it in ten words or less?”

  “Pritchard thinks Greenridge is a bust. The project as proposed isn”t feasible. I know, that”s a dozen words but it”s the best I can do.”

  “Could his sentiments be sour grapes?”

  “Sure, but read the articles, Loo. Pritchard talks about how Greenridge”s costs have skyrocketed to the point where the project is dead. He”s just waiting for the official burial.”

  “How does he know so much about Kaffey”s finances?”

  “It”s not Kaffey Industries that”s naked in the wind, it”s the Greenridge Project specifically. Their projected costs analysis was in a prospectus that they gave the bond insurers in order to underwrite municipal debt. But with the recent market destabilization, the Kaffey group has been hit hard. Plus Greenridge has been socked with additional costs due to delays in construction and necessary improvements that had to be made in order to win local approval. Finally, because of terrible equity market conditions and cost overrun, Greenridge”s initial offering that was supposed to come out at an A1 rating was lowered to almost junk bond status. That means to get people to buy Greenridge bonds, the Kaffey group has to offer a very high interest rate.”

  “More added costs.”

  “Exactly,”Wang said. “I”m going to go out on a short limb and say that a man as savvy as Guy Kaffey would have pulled the plug on the project. But now that Guy”s gone, who knows?”

  “Any information on who”s going to take over Kaffey Industries?”

  “Most of the articles predict near-equal inheritance between his sons.”

  “What about Mace? Initially, didn”t you tell me he has a tiny stake in the company?”

  “I believe he does.”

  “If Gil and Grant have a difference of opinion, Mace”s tiny stake could be worth a lot. Theoretically, Grant and Mace could side against Gil and keep Greenridge alive.”

  “If the sons inherit an equal amount of stock with Mace having a percentage or two, that would be true.”

  Decker sat back in his desk chair and smoothed his mustache. “Lee, what do you think about the murders? Was Gil supposed to be killed along with his parents?�
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  Wang gave the question some serious thought. “Grant Kaffey is the only member of the Kaffey group who hasn”t been shot.”

  Decker made a tent with his fingers. “Right now, Grant, Gil, and Antoine Resseur are missing. Could Grant be using the situation as the perfect opportunity to get rid of his brother?”

  “It would look suspicious if Gil suddenly wound up dead. Plus, if Resseur was with them, Grant would have to kill him as well.”

  Decker nodded. “Just a thought.”

  The phone rang. Decker picked up the receiver. “Hey, Willy, welcome back…That”s okay, Will, we didn”t expect you to find him. It was a pig in a poke. But I do have another assignment for you when…No, you don”t have to come in today. Enjoy your vaca—” He smiled. “Well, if she”s driving you crazy, you can tell her that I need you to come in right away, all right? Sure. See you in a bit.”

  Wang smiled. “His wife?”

  “As long as Willy still has a couple of days left, she wants him to retile the bathroom floor.”Decker”s mind was still on the former conversation. “Let me play devil”s advocate for a moment. Guy Kaffey was an over-the-top kind of guy. Just look at his ranch. It”s the size of a small European country. He also loved winning and by all accounts, he was a risk taker, even manic at times in his business practices.”

  “All true from what I”ve read,”Wang said.

  “You don”t think that he might have allowed Grant and Mace to see Greenridge to its conclusion rather than throw up his hands and admit defeat?”

  “I could see that if Greenridge was Guy”s idea. But Greenridge was Grant”s brainchild—Grant and Mace. Loo, this is a project that should have been killed in an exuberant market. In times of recessions and cutbacks, Greenridge is a dinosaur.”

  Wang thought a moment.

  “Maybe Guy would build Greenridge on a smaller scale. But even if he did that, he”d still need to siphon off some money from other parts of Kaffey Industries.”

  “Let”s take this one step further,”Decker said. “If Grant and Mace want to see Greenridge to completion, would Guy and Gil have to go?”

  “Gil would be an obstacle, sure. But whoever did this can”t kill everyone.”Wang stood up. “I have some free time in the afternoon. You want me to hunt around for Grant, Gil, and Antoine?”

  “I”ve got people on that. Why don”t you get a judge to issue a couple of subpoenas for them, demanding that they appear as material witnesses to the shootings. It”s kind of ass-backward, but at least let”s have all the pieces in place when we do locate them.”