Walking Shadows. Faye Kellerman

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      Decker looked up the names on the computer. The Hamilton boys had multiple citations for tagging and vandalism, but none had ever been charged with a violent felony, let alone murder. The boys’ MO seemed to be to create as much havoc as they could in Greenbury, then run back to the safety of their own city. Decker had every right to haul them in, but it would be much easier to get to the little buggers if he greased the skids. If he wanted full access to Hamilton PD files, he needed Hamilton PD cooperation, and that was always a delicate dance. Mike Radar could help, and Decker pleaded his case to the captain.

      Decker said, “Certainly Hamilton hasn’t been very successful at curbing their activities.”

      “I’m sure Hamilton would love hearing that.” Radar was nearing his second retirement. His first was leaving the big city to take on the captain’s job in Greenbury. Decker had echoed his path, leaving Los Angeles for something quieter and less time consuming. But in the past three years, he had dealt with three very unusual homicides. Like the noir title, trouble followed him.

      Decker said, “I don’t want to walk in and make demands. I wouldn’t want that done to me, but I need those boys.”

      Radar was wiry with thinning gray hair. He was sharp and insightful, but sometimes a little too cautious. He looked at his watch. It was a little after nine in the morning. “Who’s at the scene right now?”

      “Kevin Butterfield. Maybe McAdams. We’re waiting on the coroner.”

      “Do you have any officers from Hamilton?”

      “The crime was in Greenbury. It’s our territory. It has the earmarks of these punks, and all I want is a little interdepartmental cooperation.”

      “What makes you think that any of the boys committed the murder? You told me that none of them have violence in their criminal histories.”

      “Vandalized mailboxes are their signature.”

      “They could have done the vandalizing without doing the murder.”

      “If they found the body, they didn’t call it in.”

      “Maybe the murder happened after the mailboxes?”

      “Or maybe one of them did it. Or maybe they didn’t do it, but they saw who did. The smartest thing would be to call them in as witnesses and see what they have to say.”

      Radar agreed. “I’ll make a couple of phone calls. But without proof of what and who was involved, it gets sticky.”

      “Like you said, the body may not have anything to do with the teens.”

      “And we don’t know who it is?”

      “The body? No idea. I’m waiting for McAdams or Butterfield to call me.”

      “Maybe we should wait for an identity before I made the calls.”

      “Tell Hamilton I just want to find out if the boys saw anything. Keep it simple.”

      “And when it gets more complicated?”

      “Not a problem.” Decker grinned. “I do complicated very well.”

       CHAPTER 2

      GREENBURY IN JUNE was a month of seesaw weather from cool to warm and muggy and back to cool again. The Five Colleges of Upstate had just started summer sessions, and there was life on the streets. Graduation had been a couple of weeks ago and every inn and B and B had been booked, meaning that lots of seniors on Social Security had rented out a room for a little extra cash. Neither Decker nor his wife, Rina, wanted strangers paddling around the house in a bathrobe and slippers. Paddling was strictly his domain.

      He had dashed out of the house earlier than usual. When he did that, he often came home for a morning coffee break, especially if Rina wasn’t working. Today he went home and found her out in the garden planting pots of mums, delphiniums, sunflowers, and gladioli bulbs that would make up her cutting garden. Next week would be the vegetables.

      She looked up and then got up, brushing dirt off her denim skirt. Rina was five five and slim. She was now in her fifties. Life had softened her once angular face and features. She had small wavy lines on her forehead and laugh lines around her radiant jewel-blue eyes. Her hair was still thick and, for the most part, it was still dark. “Hey.”

      “Hey,” Decker answered. “Time for a cup of coffee?”

      “Sure. Everything okay?”

      “Fine. Why do you ask?”

      “You look like something unexpected happened and you’re waiting for the right moment to tell me.”

      “Found a body. Male. Young. Don’t know who it is.”

      “Ugh! The handiwork of the boys from Hamilton?”

      “Don’t know. Am I interrupting you?”

      “I’ve got all day. Let’s go inside. You can make the coffee while I wash up.”

      Once seated with a caffeine fix a sip away, Decker described the scene in detail.

      Rina said, “If the victim caught the boys vandalizing the mailboxes, don’t you think that murder would be an extreme reaction?”

      “I’ve seen odder things.”

      “Yes, but more likely, they’d just take off. And if they murdered the victim first, why bother knocking down the mailboxes afterward?”

      “I don’t know who the victim is. I’m just wondering if it’s one of the boys, in which case I’d need to talk to the others anyway—” His cell rang. He glanced at it as he extracted it from his pocket. “It’s Tyler.”

      “Go take it.”

      “Thanks.” He walked into the living room and depressed the button. “Yo.”

      “We’ve got a wallet and a driver’s license. Brady Neil. Twenty-six, five eight, one hundred fifty-five pounds.”

      “A little guy.”

      “Everyone to you is a little guy.”

      “Address?”

      “It’s in Hamilton.” McAdams gave him the street and the numbers.

      “Okay. Does the face look like the picture on the license?”

      “Do you ever look like your picture on your driver’s license?”

      “McAdams—”

      “His СКАЧАТЬ