Peter Decker 2-Book Thriller Collection: Blindman’s Bluff, Hangman. Faye Kellerman

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      “I understand. What are you getting at, sweetie?”

      “The tipster said he overheard a conversation between two men speaking in Spanish. He related this conversation to me and in it were some names that no outsider should have been aware of. So I’m listening pretty carefully.”

      “Okay.”

      “So he’s telling me about this conversation between two Hispanic men, but there’s a problem. The tipster can only hear them. He can’t describe the men to me because he’s blind.”

      “I could see where that would be a problem,” Rina said.

      “But he’s aware that he might have overheard something important. So he asks a woman next to him to describe the men across the way. She asks him why and he won’t say. She persists and he feels a little foolish, so he drops the issue. But later, he can’t get the conversation out of his mind, so he comes to the station house.”

      “This is sounding a little familiar.”

      “A little?”

      “More than a little.”

      “I was afraid of that.”

      Rina said, “I don’t know the guy’s name. He works as a translator for the courts. He’s in his thirties—curlyish hair, long face, dresses pretty sharp.”

      “His name is Brett Harriman.”

      “How did he find out my name?”

      “He didn’t. He recognized your voice from the voir dire and said you were impaneled on one of his cases. He remembered you telling the judge that you were married to a police lieutenant. I filled in the blanks and hoped I was wrong.”

      “You’re not.”

      Decker leaned back and ran his hands down his face. “Did you get a peek at the men, Rina?”

      “I looked at the two Hispanic men that I thought he was referring to.”

      “A good look?”

      “A decent look. He told me to be discreet.”

      “He did?”

      “Yes, he specifically told me not to stare, so I didn’t.”

      Decker exhaled. “Thank you, Brett. Did they notice you?”

      “Probably not. So these two men are involved?”

      “It sounds like they had inside information. So you don’t think they noticed you?”

      “I doubt it. It was right before the afternoon session began and there were lots of people milling around the hallways.” Rina paused. “Would you like a description of the men?”

      “It doesn’t matter.”

      “It doesn’t matter?”

      “Even if you could positively identify them from the mug books, I still wouldn’t have anything. He heard the conversation; you didn’t, right?”

      “Right.”

      “So … there we have it. You don’t need to be involved.”

      “So why bring it up in the first place?” Rina asked him.

      “I was just trying to get an idea whether or not this guy is legit.”

      “He definitely works as a translator for the courts.”

      “How reliable do you think Harriman is?”

      “Me?” Rina pointed to her chest. “I couldn’t tell you. The guy seems to know his languages. And he’s very dramatic. We used to call him Smiling Tom—after Tom Cruise—because he wore sunglasses and was always flashing a big white grin. After hearing him translate, we all decided that he missed his calling as an actor.”

      “So you think he might be exaggerating?”

      “I can’t tell you that. Just that he plays his voice like an instrument. Some soloists are more subtle than others. Actually I didn’t even know he was blind until he talked to me. He uses some kind of electronic locator to move about. He walks like anyone else.”

      Decker tried to look casual. “Okay. Thanks for helping out.”

      “That’s it?”

      “Just wanted to get a feel for the guy.”

      “Peter, I’d be happy to look through the mug books.”

      “What for? Even if you picked someone out, I couldn’t haul him in. Like I said, Harriman heard the conversation, not you.”

      “You could ask them to come in voluntarily. If they didn’t, that would tell you something. And once you got them in, maybe Harriman could recognize the voices.”

      “Harriman said he’d absolutely be able to recognize the voices. But I don’t know if that would hold up in court.”

      “You said that Harriman mentioned names that only an insider would know about. And you’re telling me that you’re not interested in talking to these guys?” When Decker didn’t answer, she said, “Let me look, Peter. Chances are I might not recognize anyone or they’re not in there.”

      He remained silent.

      Rina said, “Whoever did it shouldn’t be walking free and clear. If it was anyone else other than Cindy, Hannah, or me, you’d be hounding them.”

      “That’s probably true.”

      “All I’d be doing is looking at mug shots.”

      “It’s not the looking at the mug shots I mind. It’s the recognizing part that makes me nervous.”

      She laid her cheek on his arm. “Don’t worry. I have a big, strong man to protect me. He has a gun and he knows how to use it.”

      He awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. When the door opened, letting in artificial light, he announced he was awake and sat up. Rina told him that Willy Brubeck was on the line and it sounded important.

      Decker said, “What’s up, Willy?”

      “I just got off the phone with Milfred Connors. He’s willing to talk to us.”

      “Okay.” Decker turned on the nightstand lamp. “When?”

      “Tonight. I told him we’d be there as soon as we could. He lives in Long Beach so we better get a move on it. Want me to pick you up?”

      Decker’s brain was still in a fog. He checked the nightstand clock. It was quarter to eight. He’d slept for seven hours. “Uh, sure. That sounds fine.”

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