Peter Decker 3-Book Thriller Collection

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Faye Kellerman

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2019

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“Only about two hundred people.” He looked at Decker. “If you want a confession, I’ll give you a confession. I’m dead as far as I’m concerned anyway.”

“I want the truth, Chris. Not convenience.”

“The truth is I didn’t kill her physically. But I’m responsible for her death. If I would have shown up like we planned, this never would have happened.”

His lip began to tremble.

“Tell me about your gig, Chris,” Decker said.

“I was photographing a wedding. Came through at the last minute, and I thought the bread was too good to pass up. If I had only known …”

The boy was aching.

“Who hired you for the job?”

“The lady’s name was Bernell. Margaret Bernell. Her daughter got married. I showed up at the church around nine-thirty, maybe ten, and left around three in the afternoon.”

“Do you have her phone number?”

The boy went and got it.

“I’m going to call her now, Chris.”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“Come with me to the manager’s unit. We’ll borrow her phone.”

“I’ll come, but I ain’t gonna split on you. Don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Come on, Chris.”

His alibi checked. Mrs. Bernell had only nice things to say about him and the quality of his work. Decker walked him back to his apartment.

“You keep close by,” the detective said. “I might need you.”

The boy shrugged.

“I want to find Lindsey’s killer,” Decker said.

“Don’t matter none to me,” Truscott said. “Nothing will bring her back to life.”

“Well, later on, after the numbness wears off, you may want to see the bastard strung up by his balls. So stick around.”

Truscott nodded.

“Chris, were any of your friends deaf or hard of hearing?”

Truscott shook his head.

“Lindsey know anybody deaf or hard of hearing?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Ever seen this girl?” Decker showed him a head shot of the female with the peg teeth.

He glanced at it and shook his head.

“Look carefully.”

Truscott took the picture and examined it closely.

“Don’t know her. What does this have to do with Lindsey?”

“I’m not sure.”

But I hope something, he thought.

By the time he got back to the station, a manila envelope was waiting on his desk. Dependable Freddy! Decker opened the gummed seal, pulled out the enlargement, and grinned.

The man is on fire, he’s so hot.

He headed for Captain Morrison’s “office” on the other side of the building. Morrison and the station’s day watch commander, Roy Ordik, shared a pint-sized cubicle—barely enough room for the two desks, two chairs, a computer on a stand, and a filing cabinet. At least Morrison was thin and could squeeze through the cracks, but Ordik was fat. Decker rarely saw them in the office at the same time. Maybe that was the secret.

Morrison raised his head when Decker entered.

“What’s up, Pete?”

Decker placed the original porno photo and the enlargement on the captain’s desk. Morrison looked at the obscene portrait and the enlargement and waited for the explanation.

Decker said, “This is a blowup—the ear of this peg-toothed girl. She’s wearing a hearing aid.” He pointed to a tiny nub behind the ear lobe.

“Go on.”

“I’m hoping this is the Jane Doe found with Bates. That skeleton had the same peg teeth. The dentist said that people with this kind of teeth often have hearing problems.”

“How many people have teeth like that?”

“I don’t know. I’m taking the photos over to Dr. Hennon this afternoon. I’ll see what she says.”

The captain nodded approval.

“Check out the boyfriend?”

“Yeah, his alibi panned out. I’m going to drive by his place again, just to make sure he hasn’t decided to split. If he stays put, I see no reason to consider him a suspect. He seemed to have been broken up by her death.”

“Good,” Morrison said. “Keep it up.”

Decker rushed out of the office and bumped shoulders with Marge.