Faye Kellerman - Hangman: A Decker Lazarus Novel

T HE PICTURES HAD photographed her swollen, battered, and bruiseda puffy lip, two black eyes, a bloated and bright face. Decker found it nearly impossible to reconcile those snapshots with the remarkable-looking woman who sat before him. Terry had changed in the fifteen years. She had morphed from a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl to an elegant, stunning woman. Age had turned her face softer and rounder with the fragile exquisiteness of a Victorian cameo. His eyes traveled from the picture to her face. He raised an eyebrow.

Pretty bad, huh? she said.

Your husband certainly did a number on you. If Decker squinted hard enough at her face, he could see remnants of the thrashinga greenish tinge in certain spots. And these pictures are around six weeks old?

Around. She shifted her position on the sofa. The body is a wondrous thing. I used to see miracles all the time.

Being a doctor, Terry would know that information firsthand. How she managed to go through medical school and raise a kid while married to that maniac was a testament to her strength of character. It was hard to see her beaten down like this.

Are you sure you want to go through with this? Meeting him here in L.A.?

I put it off about as long as I could, Terry said. It really doesnt make sense to hide. If Chris wants to find me, he will. And its not me that Im worried about. Its Gabe. If he gets pissed off enough, he may take it out on him. I need to get him to adulthood, Lieutenant, before I make any decisions about myself.

How old is Gabe?

Chronologically, hes about four months from fifteen. Psychologically, hes an old man.

Decker nodded. They were sitting in an elegantly furnished hotel suite in Bel Air, California. The color scheme was a soothing tone-on-tone beige. There was a stocked wet bar off the entry and a marble countertop for mixing drinks. Terry had curled up on the divan opposite a stone fireplace. He was sitting on her left in a wing chair with a view of the private patio lushly planted with ferns, palms, and flowersan oasis for the wounded soul. What makes you think that youll last until Gabe turns eighteen?

Terry gave the question some thought. You know how cool and calculating my husband is. This was the first time that he ever laid a hand on me.

So what happened?

A misunderstanding. She looked at the ceiling, avoiding Deckers eyes. He found some medical papers and thought I had an abortion. After I finally got him to stop hitting me and listen, he realized that he had misread the name. The abortion had been for my half sister.

He confused the name Melissa with Teresa.

We have the same middle name. Im Teresa Anne. Shes Melissa Anne. Its stupid but my father is stupid. I still use McLaughlin, like my half sister, because its on all my diplomas and licenses. He misread the names and he snapped. Not that he cares about children, but the thought of my destroying his progeny made him unglued. Im just thankful there wasnt a gun within reach. She shrugged.

Decker said, Why did you marry him, Terry?

He wanted it official. I could hardly tell him no since he was supporting us. I could have never finished medical school without his money. She paused. Mostly he leaves Gabe and me alone. He buries himself in work or booze or drugs or other women. Gabe and I are adept at maneuvering around him. Our interactions are neutral and sometimes pleasant. Hes generous and knows how to be charming when he wants something. I give him what he wants and all is well.

Except when it isnt. Decker held up the photographs. What exactly do you want me to do, Doctor?

Ive agreed to see him, Lieutenant, not to go back to him. At least, not right away. I dont know how hell take the news. Since I cant escape him, I want him to agree to a temporary separation. Not a marriage separationthat wouldnt settle welljust for him to agree to give me a little more time to be by myself.

How much more time?

Thirty years, maybe. Terry smiled. Actually, Id like to move back to L.A. until Gabe finishes high school. I found a house to rent in Beverly Hills. I not only have to get Chris to agree to the separation, but I want him to pay for everything.

How are you going to do that?

Watch me. She smiled. Hes trained me, but Ive also trained him.

And yet you feel the need for protection.

You deal with a feral animal, anything can happen. Its good to take precautions.

There are a lot of younger, stronger men than me, guys that would probably do a better job at guarding you.

Oh please! Chris could take any of them down. Hes morecareful around you. He respects you.

He shot me.

If he wanted to kill you, he would have.

I know that, Decker said. He wanted to prove who was boss. He blew out air. More important, Chris likes shooting people. In plugging me, he got a two-for-one.

Terry looked down. Hes boasted that youve asked him for favors. Is that true?

Decker grinned. I ask him for information now and then. Ill use any sources I can to help me get a solve. He regarded her faceher milky complexion, hazel-gold eyes, and long chestnut-colored hair. There were a few strands of gray peeking through, the only sign that her life had been a pressure cooker. She was wearing a loose, sleeveless maxidresssomething silky with geometric patterns in orange, green, and yellow. Her bare feet stuck out of the hemline. Whens he due in town?

I told him to come by the hotel on Sunday at noon. I figured that would be a good time for you.

Where will your son be when all this goes down?

Hes at UCLA in one of the practice rooms. Gabe has a cell. If he needs me, hell call. Hes very independent. Hes had to be. Her eyes were faraway. Hes so goodthe polar opposite of his father. Given his upbringing, he should have been in rehab at least a couple of times by now. Instead hes hypermature. It worries me. Theres so much inside of him thats been left unsaid. He really does deserve better. She brought her hands to her mouth and blinked back tears. Thanks so much for helping me out.

Make sure I do something before you thank me. Decker checked his watch. He was due home a half hour ago. Okay, Terry, Ill come on Sunday. But youve got to do it my way. Ive got to think of a plan, how I want this meeting to take place. First and foremost, you have to wait in the bedroom until Ive cleared him. Then you can come out.

Thats fine.

Also, you have to tell Gabe not to come home until youve given him an all-clear signal okay. I dont want him popping in the middle of a sticky situation.

Sounds reasonable.

The room was silent for a few moments. Then Terry stood up. Thanks so much, Lieutenant. I hope the payment is okay?

Its more than okay. Its very generous.

One thing about Chrishes very expansive. If I offered you anything less, hed be insulted.

DECKER SAID, LOOK, if you dont want me to do it, I wont.

Of course I dont want you to do it, Rina answered. He shot you, for Gods sake!

So Ill call her up and say no.

A little late for that, dont you think. Rina got up from the dining-room table and began to clear the brunch dishestwo plates and two glasses. Hannah rarely ate with them anymore. Shed be starting seminary in Israel in the fall. With three months left of high school, she was as good as gone.

Decker followed his wife into the kitchen. Tell me what you want? When Rina turned on the faucet, he said, Ill wash.

No, Ill wash.

Better yet, why dont you use the dishwasher?

For two plates?

Counting all the glasses, utensils, and pots and pans, it was a lot more than that, but he didnt argue. I should have consulted you before I agreed. Im sorry.

Im not looking for apologies. Im concerned for your safety. Hes a hit man, Peter.