Chapter
15
LANCASTER WHITTLED DOWN her gum while a tech team scoured the cafeteria and kitchen area. Outside, teams of police and FBI agents were following the trail that Decker had showed them.
Decker leaned against one wall of the cafeteria, his hands in his pockets, and took in all that was going on. Lancaster walked over to him.
“We had looked in the freezer before,” she said. “But we didn’t check the food or the temperature gauge. That was an oversight. I’m sure we would have noticed it later.”
“You were looking for a shooter, clearing rooms,” Decker said. “Not worrying about spoiled hamburger. I didn’t have to worry about that. I was just nosing around.”
“Right, after you took off from the library without a word. I called after you, you know. I could have come with you, Amos.”
He noted her hurt look and then gazed around. It had not occurred to him at the time. She was still on the police force, so her and Decker finding this new line of investigation together would have helped her career. As it was, it had been Decker’s discovery, which helped Lancaster not at all.
“I…I didn’t—”
“Forget it,” she said abruptly. “You did the same thing when we officially worked together.”
“I did?”
“I guess it’s just a quirk of yours. Although for a guy who has this great memory, I would have expected you to remember doing it. At least to me.”
“I’m a little out of sorts here, Mary.”
Her irritation seemed to lift. “No, I think you’re getting your mojo back. I knew you would. That’s the important thing.”
“It’s not like you need me to solve this case. You have a lot of resources.”
“The thing is, Amos.” She looked down for a moment, chewing her gum. Then she gazed up at him and said, “Truth is, I miss working with you. I think we made a good team.”
Decker nodded but said nothing.
As the moments went by, Lancaster evidently realized he was not going to comment on this admission. She said, “But what I don’t get is, if he was in here, how did the video camera capture him at the rear entrance? It doesn’t jibe.”
Decker pushed off the wall. “I’ll show you.”
He led her to the rear of the school and pointed at the camera that had captured the image of the gunman. “Check the angle.”
She stared up at the lens. “Okay.”
Keeping to one side of the rear foyer, Decker circled around so that his back was to the rear door. Then he stepped to his left. “This is the spot where the camera picks up an image. I could see it on the feed. That middle door behind me is the only one in the frame.”
“So the shooter could have done what you just did? Come in from the side and then gotten picked up by the camera.”
“And made it appear that he had come in the rear entrance when he really hadn’t.”
“I wonder why the camera is positioned that way?”
“Well, it could have been moved.”
Decker went over to the camera, extended his arm, and touched it. “I can reach it, but I’m tall. Yet someone shorter using a stick or a broom or something like that could have repositioned it. Probably no one would notice. It’s not like someone is monitoring this full-time right?”
“Damn, this thing keeps getting more and more complicated.”
“No, it’s getting more and more premeditated, Mary.”
“You want to go outside and smoke with me?” she asked.
He looked at her funny. “I don’t smoke.”
“I thought this might make you start.”
“I can be fat or I can smoke. I can’t be both.”
She shook her head stubbornly. “Why not do it all at once? It was pretty risky to get the guns in and hidden. And then sneak in again and hide in the freezer? Another risk that someone might have seen him.”
“Agreed. But if that’s the way it happened, then there must be an explanation for it. This guy strikes me as being methodical and thoughtful.”
“I can see that,” said Lancaster.
Decker continued to ruminate, seemingly talking to himself. “Guns and gear first. Then the shooter. He might have come in for the school play a
long with everyone else. Or appeared to do so. The auditorium is across the main hall from the cafeteria. Entering the main entrance, you turn left for the auditorium. Maybe this guy hung a right and went to the cafeteria. Or if folks came in the back entrance too from the parking lot out there, the right and left are reversed. He stays all night and starts his rampage the next morning. So you need to check if anyone saw someone they didn’t recognize at the school last night.” He paused. “But there’s the same old hitch.”