Stone Kiss (22 page)

“I don’t want either.”

“Do you have one—a piece?”

“No, but I don’t intend on getting jammed, Chris. I’m better off being clean.”

“Think so?”

“Yes, I think so. A gun might give me a false sense of security.”

“Suit yourself, Lieutenant.”

This time, Decker stood up. “I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow. You will be there with Shayndie?”

“If possible, I’ll be there. And if Shayndie’s still around, she’ll be there, too. I told you I have an open-door policy.
One never knows.”

“Where she is…are there phones?”

“No.”

“So if she… contacted someone, she would have had to leave the building.”

“She wouldn’t leave without my permission. Not if she wanted to come back.”

“You have guards posted, Donatti?”

“You make it sound like a prison. It’s not that way. Yeah, I have people who help me out because I can’t be there all the
time. I got business to take care of. Your little excursion has already put me back in terms of man-hours.”

“Where’d you find her?”

“Trade secret. Aren’t you going?”

Decker didn’t move. “I know this is an odd question.…If you could find out if she’s a virgin… it might help me out.”

Donatti laughed. “Are you putting me on?”

“Good Lord, I don’t mean for you to
fuck
her.
Please
don’t do that. I mean, if you could ask her or…I don’t know.”

“I can find out if she’s been busted.” He shrugged. “You suspect the uncle?”

“I can’t rule it out.”

“It would fit. They’ve all been sexually abused. That’s why my teaand-sympathy routine rings true. I’ve been there. I know
their pain firsthand. That’s why they trust me. You know the saying: You can always catch more flies with honey than with
vinegar.”

“And if the honey doesn’t work, Chris?”

“That’s why God invented firearms.”

Y
ou were restless last night.”
Rina buttered her toast. “I didn’t give you enough of a workout?”

Decker lifted his eyes from the paper. “If my heart had been beating any faster, I would have had a coronary.” He rolled his
shoulders. “It’s the darn bed. It’s the size of a matchbox with hay for mattress stuffing.”

“You know, Peter, I have the plane reservations on hold. Ephraim’s funeral is scheduled for three in the afternoon.”

“Today?”

“Yes, today. Apparently, the body was released last night. We could pay a shiva call afterward and be out on a flight to your
parents by ten tonight if we start packing now.”

Decker dropped his voice. “I need to stick around for another day.”

Rina was holding toast. Her hand froze somewhere between the table and her mouth. “You’re on to something.”

“Could be.”

“It has to be strong to keep you here. You couldn’t wait to go.”

“You’re right.”

“Can I ask what it is?”

“Not yet.”

It was Donatti, of course. But Rina couldn’t say anything. She sipped coffee and picked up a copy of
Agudath Yisroel’s Guide to Kashruth
.

Decker put down the newspaper. “I’m not cutting you short. I’m just trying to be cautious.”

“Of course.”

He took her hand. “Look, darling, why don’t you and Hannah leave for Florida tonight—”

“No.”

“My mother would be thrilled. We both know she likes you better than she likes me. And she likes Hannah better than both of
us.”

“Peter, I’m not leaving without you. We all leave tomorrow morning. One more day won’t hurt. As a matter of fact, why don’t
you call up the station house and just take the whole week off. We can spend more time with your parents. We won’t have to
rush things. Rush, rush, rush. And what is the hurry? To solve one more case that’s going to be processed through the overloaded
justice system? We’re not getting younger.”

“You mean
I’m
not getting younger. You’re still young.”

“I’m almost forty—”

“Oh please!” Decker glared at her. “You’re thirty-eight and you look twenty-two. I’m fifty and look every inch of it.”

“Well, I think you’re very handsome.”

Decker smiled. “That was sweet. Thank you.”

Rina said, “There are loads of things to do in this city. I can take Hannah to the zoo or the Botanical Garden or the Met.
I can go over to YU and bug Sammy. I can shop. Things are much cheaper here. Just tell me for what time should I rebook the
flight. Tuesday morning? How about Tuesday night—just in case?”

“Tuesday night is fine. And you’re right. I’ll call up the station and take the entire week off. It’ll make my parents happy,
and we’ll be able to relax. We’ll fly back from the Gold Coast on Sunday.”

“Wonderful!”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Decker picked up the paper.

Rina said, “I can’t believe you’re actually listening to me.”

“I throw you a bone every once in a while. Keeps you grateful.”

Decker had learned that many Jews held their funerals in two stages. First there was the
hespid
, or memorial, where the closed casket
was brought into a hall or synagogue and eulogies were given. Then the coffin was transferred to the grave site and buried
by friends and family. Since there was no synagogue in Quinton big enough to hold all the mourners, the
hespid
was done in the Community Hall in Liberty Park. But even that building couldn’t contain the thick black swarm of people that
spilled out the door and onto the parkway lawns.

Rina had gone into Quinton earlier with Jonathan and Raisie. They had asked Decker to come along, but he had declined because
of obligations: He was still trying to locate the address that Donatti had given him. He had told his wife and his brother
that he’d meet up with them later. He’d drive to Quinton in his own car. (Sora Lazarus’s car, but who’s counting?) Decker
hadn’t figured in “heavy, heavy traffic and getting lost” time. He was a half hour late, and not only couldn’t he find a seat,
he couldn’t even get into the structure. Because he was technically “family,” he could have muscled his way inside, but he
decided not to bother. He and the Liebers weren’t on solid territory. He’d stay in the background.

The outside air held imminent frost, the ground beneath Decker’s feet cold and hard. The skies were a lighter gray than yesterday,
the tufts of clay-colored cotton drifting through the ether, muting glare from the sun. All day, blue was on the verge of
breaking through but never made it past the cloudy barrier. He rocked on his toes, trying to get circulation into his bones.
His shoes had worn soles, and his dress socks were California thin. Hands crammed into his pockets, he gave a quick glimpse
to his surroundings.

In the distance was a playground with toddlers climbing on gym equipment or running in bulky sweaters and coats, frantic nannies
and housekeepers jogging to keep pace with the rambunctious youngsters. There were more nannies and housekeepers pushing strollers
along the undulating paths that cut through the park. Children were trekking through the park on their way home from school.
The baseball field was empty. The basketball courts held a couple of lively games.

Idyllic in a way, except Decker knew teenagers: For them, peace and quiet were code names for mind-numbingly boring. Adolescents
needed
action, excitement, and stimulation. When the hometown didn’t provide it, kids went elsewhere. Even a parochial kid like Shayndie
found herself sneaking out at night to attend “forbidden” parties.

Not that it was relevant now. From the closed religious community of Quinton to the predatory claws of Donatti, it had been
one hell of a downhill ride for the young girl.

Decker’s chest was still tight from last night’s confrontation with the Young Turk. But even the gun to the head was easier
to deal with than Jacob on a bad day. His stepson, several months shy of eighteen, had given him excellent training in self-control.
All Decker wanted was to bring the girl back and get the hell out of here. What started out as excitement had quickly turned
to a gladiator fight of wits and wiles with a psycho. It would be round three tonight…another round or two before he could
secure the girl.

What would he have to give Donatti to get Shaynda?

Standing fifty feet to his left was a trio of Hispanics. There were two somber, dark-eyed women, their faces slathered with
makeup, their hair coiffed with lots of air and teasing. Both of them were garbed in black pantsuits and overcoats. With the
two ladies was a mustachioed man with slicked-back hair. The gent was about fifty and had donned an out-of-date black suit,
a white shirt, and a narrow black tie. Clearly, they had come for Ephraim’s funeral, but who were they?

Decker went over to find out. As he approached, the buzz of under-tone Spanish disappeared until he was left with intruded-upon
silence. He thought about speaking in their native tongue, but nixed the idea. He didn’t want to appear like the know-it-all,
condescending Anglo.

“I’m from out of town,” Decker tried out. “Are you friends of Mr. Lieber?”

“I work for him,” answered the older man. He was heavyset, his black hair streaked with gray. His accent was thick.

“Ah,” Decker said. “You work for Mr. Lieber. The older man? Or the son?”

An indeterminate shrug. “For the family.”

“You all work at the stores?” Decker said.

“Why you ask so many questions?” one of the women wanted to know. She appeared middle-aged with thick hips, a broad behind,
and a generous bosom—all stuffed into a package less than five feet tall. And that was with heels.

“Just trying to make conversation.” Decker smiled. “I’m from out of town.”

“So what you doing here?” the miniature woman asked.

“I’m a relative of a relative,” Decker explained. “
Mi hermano es el esposo de la hija de Señor Lieber
.”

They looked at him with suspicious eyes.
“¿Que hija
?
”
the older man asked him.

“Raisie,” Decker said. “Jonathan… the rabbi. He’s my brother. My half brother, actually. It’s a long story.”

Silence.

“So why you out here?” the short woman demanded. “Why you not with your brother?”

“Good question.” Decker appeared to give it some thought. “I don’t know the Liebers really. I don’t want to violate their
privacy, even though my brother asked me to come. Heck, you all probably know way more about the family than I do. You work
with them every day, right?”

No argument there.

“Darn shame,” Decker said. “
Que dolor
. To lose your son so terribly. I heard that they were very close—father and son.”

Silence.

Decker shrugged. “Maybe not.” He looked away.

The short woman said, “Mr. Lieber loves all his children.”

“Of course.” Decker smiled at her. “He was very happy when Ephraim came to work for him at the stores.”

No response.

Decker said, “Well, that’s what my brother said.”

“He was a good man, Mr. Ephraim,” the short woman answered. “Always
feliz
… happy, happy, happy. Big smile on his face.”

“Big smile,” echoed the second female. She was younger, thinner, and taller, but not by much. “He likes to joke—Mr. Ephraim.
Always with the jokes.”

“Different from his brother, no?” Decker added.

“Psss…” Munchkin woman wrinkled her nose. “He’s good man,
Mr. Jaime, but not with the jokes.
Muy grave
. And he watch you like you’re a
bandida
, he
es
so afraid you steal. I don’ steal nothing. It
es estúpido
to have big TV set in my apartment. If the others on the street find out I have big TV set, they break into my apartment
and steal it. Then they steal other things because they
es
there. I only have
lee
-tle TV set in my bedroom. Mr. Lieber, he give it to me for Christmas two years ago. It has remote control and cable. I happy.”

“You no need nothing else, Marta,” the other woman spoke up. “TV is better than the mens.”

Both women laughed. The man shook his head in disgust.

“Mr. Lieber gave you a TV?” Decker said. “That was very nice.”

“He is a berry nice man; I am good worker. Seven
A
.
M
., I am there. One hour lunch. Then I come back, I work till six. Every day for five days. The store no open on Saturday,
and I don’ work on Sunday. I go to church. Then I get my nails done.” She showed him red talons. “Acrylic. Berry hard.”

“Very pretty,” Decker complimented.

The woman actually blushed. “He berry good to me, Mr. Lieber.”

“What
trabajo
do you do?” Decker asked.

“I do everythin’. I do the register. I stock the shelves. Berry, berry tall shelves. The store
es
berry big with tall shelves.” She held her hand way up in the air. “They have big ladder. At first, Mr. Lieber don’ wants
me to climb, but I wear berry good shoes. Is no problem. I am berry strong.” She made a muscle.

A smile crept to the man’s lips. He fired off Spanish that intimated that she had gotten her muscle from jerking private things
up and down. She glowered at him in return, then blushed when she realized that Decker understood him. They were about to
exchange words, but Decker broke in.