“Well, we’re still going to do it.”
“Did Sizemore have a job?”
“We’re checking that now. If he did, you’d think someone would have reported him missing when he didn’t show up.”
“Some jobs don’t require you to show up anywhere.”
“I’ll let you know what we find.”
Bogart left him and Decker rose and walked back over to Jamison’s car and climbed in.
She looked sleepily at him from the driver’s seat.
“You could have gone on to a motel,” he said. “I’m sure I could have hitched a ride with one of Bogart’s guys.”
She shook her head and said, “No, I couldn’t have slept anyway. So was it Sizemore?”
“It was. Dead about two weeks.”
“When you came out of the house before, you said the message on the wall was another taunt?”
“That I had gotten it wrong but to keep trying. He also implied that maybe I wasn’t as smart as I thought. And he called me ‘bro’ again.”
“He’s really playing mind games with you.”
“Appears to be.”
She stretched and yawned. “So what now?”
“We get some sleep. We both think about things. Maybe some ideas will come.”
“You really think that will happen?”
“No, I don’t.”
He thought, Because things don’t come to me. There’re already there. Or else they’re not.
Chapter
45
THEY LEFT THE next day and began the long drive back to Burlington. Decker hardly spoke at all, and any questions posed to him by Jamison went largely ignored. She finally gave up and turned on the radio. They stopped to eat at a truckers’ grill off the highway. Amid a sea of big rigs, Jamison pulled her minnow of a vehicle into an available slot and they climbed out.
Decker was moving stiffly. She noted this.
“Sorry about the cramped quarters,” she said.
He rubbed his neck, straightened his back until he heard a little pop, and said, “I’m hungry.”
The place was crowded and they were led to a corner table in the back adjacent to the pool hall where truckers smacked balls and bet on the outcomes. Next to that was a gift shop where the most popular items seemed to be lingerie and sex toys for the missus or girlfriend back home.
They ordered and Decker spooned sugar into his coffee while he stared at the laminated tabletop.
A Bonnie Raitt song started wafting over the room from a jukebox.
Jamison looked around at the beehive of activity, including one man wearing a Stetson who rode an electronic bucking bronco for a few seconds before being pitched off, to the delight of his buddies.
Decker scratched at his beard and lifted his gaze to her.
“You need to get on a plane and get as far away from me as you can. You understand that, don’t you?”
“I thought we’d been through this and it was settled. Andy Jackson was—”
“He was your friend and mentor. And being your friend and mentor he would not want you to be murdered.”
“I have my Mace and—”
“They could be here right now, you know. Watching us. Watching you.”
“You’re just trying to scare me.”
“I don’t have to try to scare you, Jamison. You’re a smart woman, which means you’re already scared.”
Their food came and they ate in silence, each seemingly unwilling to meet the other’s gaze. When the check came, Decker paid.
“You don’t owe me anything,” she said.
“I ate a lot more than you. Splitting the tab wouldn’t be fair.”
He looked back at Lancaster. “The only link right now is Leopold, but I know for a fact that he was not at the institute. The only person he could have been was Sizemore. And even that was a long shot, now disproved.”
“Well, we’ve seen that these people can play with physical perceptions. They made a smaller person look massive. And we’ve had a BOLO out on him for a while now and nothing. Guy’s just vanished.”
“And no sign of our waitress from the bar?”
“None. Waitress or waiter, according to the barman.”
“Physical perception again. The guy impersonated a woman. And he did it well. I was sold on it. And he served me a beer. Was