Faye Kellerman_Decker & Lazarus 08

by Justice

  Decker said, “Thank you, that sounds great.”

  “Wanda?” Tony asked.

  “Yes, thank you.”

  “Excuse me, then.”

  Decker and Bontemps sat on opposite ends of the couch. In front of them was a salver of canapés on the coffee table. Decker whispered, “Are we supposed to eat these or are they just for show?”

  “No, you’re supposed to eat ’em. But wait till she offers us the tray.”

  Decker grimaced. “What looks vegetarian?”

  Bontemps said, “Are you vegetarian, sir?”

  “Kosher.”

  “Oh.” Bontemps stared at the tray. “These look like smoked ham, these look like turkey. This one here seems like egg with a slice of cucumber. Or is egg not okay?”

  “No, eggs are fine. What’s this? Watercress and tomato. That’s okay, too.”

  “That isn’t plain lettuce?”

  “Watercress is a type of lettuce.”

  Bontemps shrugged. “Guess you’d know about that better than me.”

  “Yeah, this certainly ain’t soul food,” Decker said. “Was this for my benefit?”

  “Probably.”

  “Was she more natural when she was alone with you?”

  “More natural? You mean more black?”

  “I meant less affected.”

  Bontemps thought a moment. “Maybe a little less snooty. But there’s still a distance. She’s educated. She lets you know about it right away.”

  Before Decker could ask what she meant, Tony reappeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of three iced-tea glasses garnished with mint sprigs. She set it down on the coffee table.

  “Here we go.” She doled out the glasses, then picked up the plate of canapés. “A little something to go with your drink?”

  Decker thanked her and popped a sliced cucumber topped with egg into his mouth. Bontemps reached for the smoked ham.

  Decker said, “This was thoughtful of you.”

  Tony smiled. “Thank you.”

  “Especially because…” Decker took a sip of iced tea. “Because I’m sure your previous contact with the police was less than satisfactory.”

  Tony’s eyes went to Decker’s face. He picked up a watercress and tomato appetizer, then said, “Not that I’m blaming anyone. I was just talking about the outcome. It’s terrible when everyone tries their hardest and there’s still no resolution.”

  Tony seated herself ramrod straight in a wing chair opposite the couch. She gave Decker an angry eye. “Assuming everyone tried their hardest.”

  Decker appeared casual. “You thought the police could have done more?”

  “My daughter’s murder is still unsolved,” Tony said icily. “Of course I thought the police could have done more. The police should be doing more.”

  “Did you have any problems with the detectives, ma’am?”

  “Not really.” Tony gave a sharp look to Bontemps. “I suppose everyone was…respectful enough. I’ll just chalk it up to…incompetence more than anything.”

  Bontemps flinched, but Decker was impassive. He took another hors d’oeuvre. “Let me explain to you why I’m here. I’m working on a case far away from here. We have a computer system in the department. You can program in the specific details of your case and ask the computer if there are any similar cases on file with the LAPD. Are you with me so far?”

  “Yes, Sergeant, I’m with you.”

  Decker ignored her sarcasm. “Your daughter’s murder had some common details with my file. That’s why I’m here.”

  “So my daughter’s murder is…secondary to your solving your case.”

  “Mrs. Green, we don’t consider Deanna’s murder secondary to any other,” Bontemps said.

  “All very good and fine, Wanda. But certain murders are more…high-profile than others. I mean, what’s so special about another black teenager being…brutally assaulted? Certainly no cause for alarm around these parts.”

  Bontemps said, “To Sergeant Decker and me, murder is always cause for alarm.”

  Decker said, “Mrs. Green, if your daughter’s homicide had nothing in common with my case, I wouldn’t be here today. Because I wouldn’t have been aware of it. But the fact is, now I am aware of it, everyone would benefit if we worked together.”

  Tony said, “And what happens if…ah, Parker’s home. Very good. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll tell him you’re here.” She got up and left.

  When she went out the door, both Decker and Bontemps sat back in the couch. Bontemps blew out a gush of air. “Jesus, that woman is tough. I forgot how difficult…” She rubbed her face. “So full of rage.”

  “Her daughter was murdered.”

  “No, it started long before that, Sergeant. Believe me, I know the type.” Bontemps moved closer to Decker and whispered, “She and her husband…clawing against everyone to make it through the system. Now that they’ve arrived, there aren’t lots of places for them. They can’t go back…too much jealousy and resentment from the have-nots. And they can’t really go forward ’cause they’re not quite big enough to break out into the white world. So they’ve got their little bit of success here. And that’s about it.”

  “What does she do?”

  “She’s a paralegal for a corporate firm. He’s a civil engineer. Together, they do well. In this neighborhood, they do very, very well. But put them in Beverly Hills, they aren’t worth squat.”

  “Put me in Beverly Hills, Officer, and I’m not worth squat, either.”

  For the first time today, Bontemps gave him a genuine smile. “Yeah, I keep thinking all white men are rich. And if they aren’t, what’s their excuse?”

  “Unfortunately, being male and white isn’t enough.”

  “Yeah, but you’re—” She stopped herself.

  Decker said, “Yes, Wanda, even being white and male and Jewish isn’t enough to guarantee wealth. But believe it or not, I understand what you’re saying. White men don’t have the built-in barriers, so what’s holding them back? Or are you really asking, what’s holding me back?”

  “I think you’re doing fine, sir.”

  “Yes, I am, Officer. But I’ll tell you this much. If I knew the secret to wealth, I sure as hell wouldn’t be doing this…shhh, she’s coming back.”

  Bontemps nodded. “Anything you want me to bring up for you?”

  “Just keep filling in the blanks. You’re doing good, by the way.”

  “Thank you.”

  Tony led her husband over to the sitting area. Parker Green had heavy-lidded dark eyes and a wide mouth. His head held a shiny bald spot surrounded by a ring of close-cropped black and silver fuzz. He wore a white shirt, loosened at the collar, a striped tie, and a pair of tan slacks. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his coat was draped over his shoulder, a worn briefcase in his right hand. Tony took her husband’s coat and briefcase and told him to sit. Parker took the unoccupied wing chair. He looked at the tray of canapés and took a couple of crackers topped with turkey.

  He said, “Tony said you’ve reopened my daughter’s case.”

  Decker said, “It’s never been closed.”

  “Officially,” Green said. “Unofficially, we haven’t heard a damn thing in over a year.” He looked at Decker’s face. “You got something new or are we going to be rehashing the same old shit?”

  “Probably a bit of both,” Decker said.

  Tony came back into the room with a glass of iced tea for her husband. She sat down and reached for her husband’s hand. Fingers interlocked, both parents waited.

  Decker said, “I’ve read your daughter’s file. I didn’t see any notes about a boyfriend. Did your daughter have a boyfriend?”

  The Greens looked as if they’d just sucked on lemons. Tony said, “We’ve answered these questions before.”

  “I’m sure you have,” Decker said, “but not to me.”

  “Don’t aggravate yourself, Tony. They’re not worth it.” Green ate a smoked-ham appetizer. “No, she didn’t hav
e a steady. Of course, she went out. Deanna was very popular. But no one in particular could hold her interest.”

  Tony said, “Deanna was a serious student. Her studies always came first.”

  Green said, “Not like some of these kids today…too damn lazy to work—”

  Tony squeezed her husband’s hand. “Just what kind of new developments do you have?”

  Decker said, “I’d like you to take a look at a drawing. Just tell me if the person looks familiar.”

  Again, the parents exchanged glances. Bontemps fished the sketch from her purse and handed it to Tony. Green got up and stared at the face by looking over his wife’s shoulder. They studied it for at least a couple of minutes. Finally, Tony shook her head. She raised her eyes to her husband. “Parker?”

  “Don’t know the kid.” Green’s eyes went to Decker. “Is he the bastard?”

  “I don’t know,” Decker said.

  “Where’d you get this drawing?” Tony asked.

  “It’s a long story,” Bontemps said. “Does he look familiar to you at all, Mrs. Green?”

  “No, he doesn’t.”

  Decker tried to read their faces. From what he could decipher, they were telling the truth.

  Tony handed the picture back to Wanda. “Anything else?”

  “’Fraid not,” Decker said.

  “That’s it?” Tony’s disappointment was palpable.

  “Mrs. Green, all I have is some matching physical evidence. Unfortunately, I don’t have a suspect—”

  “Who is this monster you’re investigating?” Green broke in. “Some kind of serial killer?”

  “I’m not sure,” Decker said. “You’ve never seen this face in the neighborhood or around Deanna’s school?”

  Tony said, “You came down here just to show us a single drawing?”

  “We work with what we have,” Bontemps said. “Sometimes it isn’t a lot.”

  “I’ll say!”

  Green sighed, disgusted. “Try the picture at her school. Maybe you’ll get lucky. ’Cause that’s the only thing that’s going to solve this case. Luck.”

  “I’ll try the school.” Decker stood and so did Bontemps. As he reached out to offer Green his hand, the front door opened.

  The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, tall and lithe, but very well defined. He had hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and a small mustache underneath a broad nose. He wore a black muscle shirt, black running shorts, and high-top athletic shoes. His body and face bathed in sweat, he was panting when he came in. His eyes immediately went to Decker’s face.

  Green rose from his chair. “Come here, Stephain. I want you to take a look at a picture.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “This is my son, Stephain.”

  “What’s going on?” Stephain said.

  “Police,” Tony said. “A supposed new lead on Deanna’s murder.”

  The young man stood at the doorway, eyes darting from parent to stranger. “What new lead?”

  Green said, “Come here and take a look at this.”

  “Lemme wash my face first,” Stephain said.

  “For godsakes, Stephain, it’ll only take a minute.”

  Stephain glared at his father. “So will washing up.”

  He stomped into the kitchen. Tony followed. Green was about to stop her, but changed his mind.

  Nobody spoke for a moment. Then Green muttered, “Boy should get a damn job…something…anything! Mother isn’t helping at all. So damn clingy to him since Deanna…” He lifted his arms helplessly and then dropped them to his side. “When I was his age I was working two jobs and going to night school. Yeah, it’s hard, but I’ve tried to tell him that nothing is imposs—Aw, hell with it!”

  Green marched into the kitchen. Seconds later, muffled conversation could be heard. No words, just angry, disjointed vocalizations.

  Bontemps whispered, “He’s not the face in Whitman’s sketch.”

  Decker nodded in agreement.

  A minute passed, then Stephain stormed back into the living room, his mouth screwed in anger. His parents followed, looking upset and embarrassed.

  To Decker, Stephain said, “Lemme see the picture.”

  Tony blushed. “Stephain, these people are trying to help—”

  “Cut the crap, Ma. They don’t give a damn about us. And what are you trying to prove with this shit?” He gave the tray of canapés a gentle kick. Bontemps managed to rescue the salver before it fell to the floor. “You think this is what white people do, Ma? Serve little crackers and iced tea to the police? You think that’s gonna stop the beatings?”

  “Stephain!” his father rebuked him. “Remember who you’re talking to.”

  The young man went nose to nose with his father. “And you remember who you’re talking to—”

  “Hey!” Decker said forcefully. “Enough, all right!”

  The two men looked at Decker. Stephain shouted back, “No, it’s not all right! Just who the hell do you think you are?”

  “Buddy, my sister wasn’t murdered. But yours was. Think you can pause a minute in her memory to maybe get a little justice done?” Decker shoved the drawing in front of the brother’s face. “You know this guy? Yes or no?”

  Angrily, Stephain grabbed it from Decker’s hands. The change in his eyes was instant. From naked hostility to a look of surprise.

  Decker kept his face flat. “Who is he?”

  Stephain handed the picture back. “Don’t know him.”

  Bontemps blurted out, “Now who should cut the crap! You know who he is. Tell us!”

  “Get lost, Aunt Thomasina!”

  “Stephain!” Tony yelled. “I’ll not have—”

  “Yeah, start defending the cops, Ma. Maybe if you defend them hard enough, you’ll turn white—”

  Again, Decker shoved the sketch in Stephain’s face. He whispered. “Do us a favor, Stephain. Look again.”

  Enraged, Stephain batted the sketch away. “Man, I already told you—”

  “I know that, sir,” Decker said, quickly. “And I respect that. But I also respect the dead. A monster removed your sister’s earthly body. But he couldn’t touch her soul. I know that for a fact because your sister, Stephain…her soul’s been talking to me.”

  Stephain opened his mouth, then closed it, glaring at Decker. But he held his tongue. The entire room fell quiet. Out of the corner of his eye, Decker could see the perplexed look on Bontemps’s face, the Greens exchanging glances, the husband rolling his eyes. So they thought him strange. Anything to break the tension. He dropped his voice a notch.

  “Your sister sent me here. She woke me up last night and said, ‘Sergeant Decker, you go out and talk to my family…talk to my brother, too.’ That’s what she said. Now I’ve got to respect that. So please…take a look at this picture…and tell me if the man looks familiar to you.”

  Decker held out the sketch. Stephain didn’t bother to look. He spoke softly. “I think his name is Kalil Ashala.”

  Decker’s expression remained fixed. As unobtrusively as possible, he took out his notebook. “Do you know how to spell that?”

  Stephain stared into space. “Your guess is as good as mine. I only met him once.”

  Decker said, “What do you know about him?”

  “Not anything really,” Stephain said. “He’s an asshole. A typical gangbanger…you know, a dude with a ’tude looking for a free lunch.”

  Bontemps said, “Does he live around here?”

  Stephain shook his head. “South Central.”

  Green took a step forward. “Where do you know this…person from, Stephain?”

  “I don’t know him, Dad, I just met him once—”

  “So how did you meet this person, Stephain?” Green said, speaking through clenched teeth.

  “Through Deanna.”

  The room fell quiet.

  Dad tried to keep his voice even. “This boy was a friend of Deanna’s?”

  Stephain shook his head. “His sister. His sister and Deann
a were…friends.”

  Again the room was quiet. Tony cleared her throat. “Stephain, please. This is no time to protect your sister. Was this man a…secret boyfriend?”

  Stephain shook his head. “No, Mom. Nothing like that.”

  “Nothing going on between them?” Decker asked.

  “No.”

  “You’re sure about that?” Bontemps said.

  “Positive,” Stephain answered.

  “How do you know?” Tony persisted.

  “I just know, Mom. I just know.”

  “We believe you,” Decker said, calmly. “So Kalil Ashala lives in South Central. Do you have an address?”

  “In the seventies or eighties, east of Fig…I drove Deanna there once.”

  “Why did you drive Deanna there?” Tony asked.

  Stephain seemed subdued. “’Cause she asked me and you weren’t home.”

  “I meant, what business did she have there, Stephain?”

  “I told you she was friends with this guy’s sister.”

  “What’s the sister’s name?” Bontemps asked.

  “Fatima.”

  “Fatima?” Tony asked, holding her cross. “Where did Deanna meet this girl?”

  “I don’t know, Mom. I didn’t asked her. I just drove her to the house. I stopped in for a minute.” He looked at Decker. “Did this guy mess up my sister?”

  “I don’t know,” Decker said. “So don’t get any ideas.”

  Stephain averted his eyes. “You’re telling me that you’re doing this…because my sister talked to you in your sleep?”

  “Exactly.” Decker folded his notebook and shook hands with the Greens. “Thank you very much. I’ll be in contact soon.” He paused, turned to Green. “Please, sir, don’t do anything that might jeopardize my investigation.”

  Green said nothing, his jaw working overtime.

  “Did you hear me, sir?” Decker said.

  “Yes, I heard you.” His eyes met Decker’s. “I heard you.”

  But neither Decker nor Bontemps was convinced. Wanda raised her eyebrows and picked up her purse. Decker said, “Walk us out, Stephain.”