Peter Decker 3-Book Thriller Collection: False Prophet, Grievous Sin, Sanctuary

“Like she said, does she need an excuse to hook up with her brother? Especially after he called her in his soothing voice.”

Decker let out a small laugh.

“What?”

“Soothing voice,” Decker said. “When I talked to Goldin, he specifically used the word soothing to describe Kingston Merritt with his patients. Sounds like Merritt could be a charmer if he wanted to be.”

“Think he wanted something out of Lilah?” Marge said.

“Maybe.”

“You know, Pete, when I first met Merritt, he claimed he didn’t even know about the rape. He’d come to the spa at Davida’s request.”

Decker nodded. “So what kind of business could Merritt have with Davida?”

“Who said they had any business, Rabbi? Maybe he was just paying Ma a visit.”

“Didn’t Merritt say his mother called him down?”

“Yeah.”

Decker said, “He had business with Davida. And then after all these years, he suddenly wanted to reconcile with his sister. I’m beginning to put more credence in Freddy Brecht’s words. I think Davida and Merritt were up to something. I think Merritt wanted something out of Lilah.”

“Pete, he was genuinely upset by Lilah’s attack.”

“Or he just faked it well. Acting’s in the genes.”

Marge said, “I’ve seen everything, so I’ll believe anything. But my gut is telling me Kingston didn’t rape his own sister.”

“But say he had something to do with the theft. Like I said before, someone hired thugs and they raped Lilah as an afterthought.”

Marge stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out a stick of gum. “Okay, let’s assume Merritt was behind the burglary.”

Decker said, “The only two things we know about in the safe are the jewels and the papers, right? So let’s run with the jewels first. Assume Merritt stole the jewels for money. He was always hard up according to Brecht and his bank account was none too padded. Davida found out about it and that’s why they were meeting at the spa. She wanted her jewels back. Merritt played innocent, Davida got mad and had her own kid whacked. That would explain the robbery and Merritt’s death. If Merritt hired thugs, it could possibly explain the rape.” He paused. “Only problem with that scenario is that if Davida had Merritt whacked, she still wouldn’t get her jewels back.”

“Someone tossed his office, Pete. Maybe someone was looking for them.”

“But only Merritt’s office was tossed. Not the front office, not the ORs.”

Marge said, “If I were Davida and I wanted my jewels and I suspected my son of lifting them, I’d just turn him in to the police.”

“She didn’t want a family thing getting out.”

“But she was willing to murder for it? Draw attention to herself …”

Decker said, “Okay, scratch whacking Kingston for the jewels. I’m sleep-deprived and my ideas are fucked.”

Marge laughed.

“So let’s run with the memoirs,” Decker said. “Keep it basic. Say Merritt stole the memoirs. We know how Lilah felt about the papers. And I remember Lilah telling me that her mother had a fit when Davida found out about them. Suppose Davida wanted them, too. Merritt decided to play the two of them against each other—very easy to do because mother and daughter are in pit-bull competition. Merritt’s twiddling his thumbs, waiting for the highest bidder, holding out for big bucks. That’s why he’s in sudden communication with mother and sister.”

Marge considered his reasoning. “Then we’d have to assume that there’s something very important in those memoirs—probably something damaging to Davida. And we’d have to assume that King knows there’s something very damaging. How would he know what the damaging thing is if the memoirs were in Lilah’s possession all these years?”

“He stole the memoirs and read them.”

“But why bother stealing them unless he already knew there was something juicy in them, Pete? Something that Davida would be willing to pay money for.”

Decker’s brain was buzzing. Slow down. Don’t have to make sense out of all of it. Just try to make sense out of some of it.

“How about this?” Decker said. “Merritt is hard up for cash so he has thugs steal the jewels. The thugs steal the jewels, rape Lilah, and maybe the inner safe was open so they take the memoirs, too. What the hey. Merritt reads the memoirs. Bingo, he has something more valuable than the jewels—something negotiable.”

Marge said, “Okay, he knew that Davida would pay big bucks for the memoirs. Why would Lilah pay bucks for them?”

“Because Merritt knew that Lilah was obsessed with her father, Marge. You should have heard the way she talked about him. She idolizes him. Her first husband told me she felt the same way back when he was married to her.” Decker paused. “So Merritt’s setting the women against each other, one of them gets sick of the game playing and has him whacked.”

Marge didn’t respond.

“I’m just talking off the top of my head,” Decker said. “You know, we haven’t even thought about Freddy Brecht. He really hated Merritt.”

“Brecht’s hatred seems long-standing. Why would he suddenly murder now … focus suspicion on himself. Be pretty dumb, don’t you think?”

“Maybe it was an impulsive thing. Freddy goes to Merritt, says I know you and Mom are up to something. Push comes to shove, a struggle breaks out, Freddy whacks bro.”

“Then you’d have to assume that Freddy had already whacked Merritt before we saw him tonight. If that was the case, he certainly acted like a cool cookie. He was irate, but he didn’t seem nervous.”

Decker said, “Acting’s in the genes.”

“Except Freddy is adopted.”

Decker smiled. “Could be Merritt’s death had nothing to do with the robbery and rape. Maybe some fanatical prolifer didn’t like Merritt pickling fetuses.”

Marge grimaced. “Why did Merritt keep them around?”

“Because he’s bizarre. He fits in perfectly with that pack of hyenas.”

“Man, you said it.”

“Maybe Merritt was selling embryonic tissue to some illicit lab for money. Maybe the lab was cloning … unborn babies to send into outer space. To attack Earth. What do you think?”

Marge tightened her parka around her chest, not smiling. “That could be looked into … the selling of the tissue.”

“Marge—”

“It’s a possibility.”

“Anything’s possible. But is it relevant?”

“If it establishes a pattern of what Merritt will do for money. Three hundred and fifty gees a year from his practice and all he’s got is five grand in the bank. That’s why he runs an abortion mill, that’s why he sells fetuses illegally and steals his mother’s jewels—”