“No, this is just my personality. Ask anyone who knows me. I have no filters. I lost them years ago and never found them again.”
“You had an outstanding record in the police force. You and your partner.”
“Former partner,” Decker corrected, for he had a need for things to be precise, especially right now.
“Former partner,” conceded Bogart. “But in talks with people it seems that you were the clear leader of the pair. I won’t say you were the brains, because I have no desire to minimize Detective Lancaster’s contributions to your casework.”
“That’s very nice to hear,” said Decker. “Because Mary is a good detective and works her ass off.” He looked at Lafferty. “And if you work hard too, you might become more than a note taker for your boss. I’m sure you have the ability if you’re ever given the chance to use it.”
Lafferty flushed and set her pen down.
Bogart leaned forward. “This person seems to have a vendetta against you. Any idea who that could be?”
“If I did I would have already provided the information to the Burlington Police Department.”
“We’re all in this together,” said Bogart, who was no longer smiling politely.
“I’m glad that you think so.”
“So no one comes to mind?”
“When I talked with Leopold he said I had dissed him at the 7-Eleven. This was about a month before my family was killed. Only I never dissed anyone there. And if someone had a problem with me I would’ve remembered.”
“Are you saying your memory is infallible?”
“I’m saying I would have remembered if someone had a problem with me.”
“But all that time ago, you could have forgotten. And it might have been something slight, or seemingly innocuous. It might not have even registered with you. We all miss things. And memories are inherently fallible.”
“When were you born?”
“What?” asked Bogart sharply.
“Tell me when you were born, month, day, year.”
Bogart glanced at Lafferty and then said, “June 2, 1968.”
Decker blinked five times and said, “Then you were born on a Sunday.”
Bogart sat back. “That’s right. I of course didn’t know it at the time. How did you know? Did you look up my personnel file?”
“I wouldn’t have had access. And until five minutes ago I didn’t even know you existed. If you want more proof I can do the same thing for your colleague.”
“And your point?”
“I would’ve remembered dissing someone at the 7-Eleven whether it was seventeen months or seventeen years ago.”
“You think Leopold was lying, then?”
“I think Sebastian Leopold is not what he wants us to think he is.”
“And what exactly is that?”
“Homeless and more than slightly out of his mind.”
“So you’re saying he’s neither homeless nor out of his mind?”
“I’m saying that I think he’s dangerous.”
“But you said he couldn’t have been the school shooter. Do you think he killed your family?”
“He couldn’t personally have done it. He has an alibi for that too. But I’m rethinking whether he was still involved somehow.”
“Why?”
“Because he walked on a murder charge he confessed to. And now he’s disappeared. You don’t luck yourself into either one of those results.”
“So you do think he’s involved somehow. And now he’s disappeared?”
“I have no proof. And even if we find him we can’t charge him with what we have, which is basically nothing.”
“So why do you think he’s involved?”
This came from Agent Lafferty.
Bogart turned to her, seemingly surprised that she had uttered actual words.
The Cold War.
Nuclear war threats. Armageddon. Kids huddling under their flimsy desks as part of emergency drills in case a hydrogen bomb was coming their way. As though an inch-thick laminate shield would protect them from the equivalent of a million tons of TNT.
Decker hustled back to the cafeteria, passing several suspicious-looking Bureau agents in the hall as he did so. He didn’t acknowledge them. He barely noticed them. He was on the scent. He had formed walls in his head that had compartmentalized everything down to this one line of inquiry that might answer the one question that seemed unanswerable.
He stood in the middle of the room and looked in all four corners, then pulled his gaze back. He went into the kitchen and did the same thing. Then the loading platform.
He didn’t see anything remotely close to what he was looking for. The problem was, he didn’t know enough. That was always the damn problem with police work.