Sanctuary. Faye KellermanЧитать онлайн книгу.
they were home when it happened,” Marge said. “Maybe they were witnesses.”
“But they’re boys!”
Marge didn’t answer. Orit threw up her hands. “I’m sick with worry. Those boys are like my sons.” Suddenly, she sprang up and began to pace, chewing on a nail as red and lacquered as a candied apple.
Marge said, “Have you asked Shaul if he’s seen Arik?”
Orit turned to Marge. “If he …” She punched her hand in her fist. “No, he wouldn’t. I talk crazy.”
“He wouldn’t what?” Marge asked.
“If he hurt my brother, I’ll kill him.” Orit nodded forcefully. “I’ll chop his head off.”
Again, Marge and Decker traded looks.
Marge said, “Do you suspect Shaul has something to do with Arik’s alleged disappearance?”
“Do I suspect?” Orit sighed. “I don’t know. They have been partners for years. But times change, people change. Diamonds is a moody business. You win big, you lose big. Shaul is very dark and moody. You will talk to him?”
“Definitely,” Marge said.
Decker said, “Anyone else we should know about, Orit?”
Orit paused, then shook her head.
“I hate to have to ask you this, Ms. Bar Lulu,” Marge said. “But do you know if either your brother or sister-in-law was having an affair?”
Orit’s eyes widened, then she clucked her tongue. “Oh, you people are terrible.”
Marge and Decker said nothing.
Orit let go with a faint smile. “Not that I know. Arik’s a very handsome man. When we were little in Israel, he had many girls. I’m sure he could if he wants. But he is devoted to Dalia, takes good care of her.”
“That doesn’t mean he can’t have someone else.”
“Maybe. But I don’t know if he does.”
Marge said, “Do they have any close friends we should know about?”
“I’ll get you a list of all their friends I know.”
“That would be helpful,” Decker said. “Does Ms. Yalom have family here?”
“All in Israel,” Orit said.
“And your parents live in Israel?” Decker said.
“Yes.”
“Have you called your parents—”
“They are not there,” Orit interrupted. “I am sure.”
Decker paused. He didn’t like her adamant tone of voice. Was she hiding something? He’d deal with it later. “Do you have any other family in the States?”
Orit shook her head.
“Do you have an address and phone number for Shaul Gold?” Marge asked.
“Just the number downtown,” Orit said. “At the Diamond Center. I give you my brother’s work number. I don’t know if Shaul’s there or not.”
Marge said. “We’ll find him. Tell us a little about Dalia and the boys.”
“What’s to tell? She’s sweet. They are good kids.”
“You say the younger boy is friends with your daughter?”
“Yes. Dov and Sharoni are friends.”
“I’d like to talk to your daughter, Ms. Bar Lulu,” Decker said.
“Of course,” Orit said. “Go to the school. Talk to her now. Maybe she knows something I don’t!”
Decker hung the mike back onto the car radio. “Secretary says Gold’s in a meeting and won’t be back in the office until tomorrow morning.”
“A ruse?” Marge asked.
“Who knows?” Decker lowered the unmarked’s visor, trying to block out the western sun. “We’ll find his home number and try him tonight. If he split, we’ll have either our first suspect or another victim.”
“What do you think about Gold and Yalom not getting along?” Marge asked. “Think she’s setting him up?”
“What do you think?”
“She seemed nervous.”
“Yes, she did. But her brother’s missing.”
“You think she’s clean?”
“I’m reserving judgment,” Decker said. “Bar Lulu’s right about one thing. The boys missing means something’s wrong. Either the family took off in a hurry or someone herded them as a unit to parts unknown. We don’t get any action on this by tomorrow, we may want to contact the media for help.”
“You’re really bugged about the boys.”
Decker said, “My sons are around the same age.”
Marge looked at him. “You have kids about every age, don’t you?”
“A young adult, two teens, and an infant. I’m raising my own grandchild.”
Marge smiled. “Should we go back to the station and file for a full-blown MP case? Then we could come back and check out the neighbors. Find out what they’ve heard over the past couple of days. Or over the past couple of years. Maybe the neighbors, unlike Orit, were aware of something fishy. They pick up on things like that.” She paused. “Except the ones that thought the serial killer was a nice, quiet guy.”
“Just a regular Joe except for the vats of hydrochloric acid kept in the basement.” Decker turned the unmarked onto Devonshire, headed toward the station house. “We have enough of a case to ask Davidson for time to canvass the area, check out the parents’ workplaces.”
Marge clapped her hands. “Let’s do it.”
Dispatcher’s static was beaming through the squawk box. Decker tuned out the noise automatically except if the crime happened to go down near his location. Funny how the ear adjusts to what’s important.
Marge said, “The school’s on the way back to the station. Want to stop by first?”
“Sure, why not?”
They rode a few minutes in silence.
“I’ll do the talking with the administration there,” Marge said. “That’s okay, right?”
“It’s your case.”
“You really see it that way?”
“That’s the way Davidson saw it.”
“Davidson was giving me busywork.”
Decker said, “He may have been giving you bullshit, but if it turns into something big, he won’t take it away from you.”
“You don’t think so?”
“Nope. Why risk a discrimination suit?”
“And if he does take it away from me?”
“Go to Strapp. I’ll support you.”
Marge grinned. “Really?”
Decker was insulted. “What the hell do you think? Marge, you’re letting your imagination drag you down. Stop thinking worst-case scenarios and let’s concentrate on the present. How old are the Yalom boys again?”
Marge paged through her notes, pleased by Decker’s support. Okay, so she was getting on his nerves. So what? They were partners.
She paused.
Partners. Just like Yalom and Gold.