Hangman. Faye Kellerman
haven’t seen him yet.”
“He and Hannah came home about five minutes ago. He’s in the bedroom.”
“Okay,” Rina said. “Will your chat take long?”
“I suspect not. Do you need any help?”
“I was going to ask you to choose a bottle of wine, but I can do it. How about a Sangiovese?”
“Anything as long as it has alcohol.” Decker paused. “But not too much. I’ve got some work to do with a fresh homicide and then I have to deal with Donatti. I need to be on my toes.”
“Yeah, the hanging. That’s horrible. How’s it going?”
Decker blew out air. “It seems the girl enjoyed partying. Nothing wrong with that, but risky behavior widens the net of suspects. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
“It’s going to be a long evening for you.”
“When is it ever not?” Decker pulled his wife into his arms. “Lucky for me, I’ve got an understanding wife who cooks like a demon.”
She gave him a lingering kiss. “Let me ask you this. What’s more important to you? The understanding part or the cooking part?”
“Depends how hungry I am. Right now, you could be mean to me and I wouldn’t care a fig. Just so long as I get my fair share of paella.”
LYING ATOP ONE of the twin beds, his hands behind his head, Gabe felt his eyes close a few seconds before he heard the knock. It wasn’t tentative, it wasn’t overly strong. It was a detective’s knock. He sat up. “Come in.”
Decker came in and sat down on the twin opposite. “Nothing on your mom, but your father called me about an hour ago from Nevada. He couldn’t get a flight out that made sense, so he’s driving in. He should be here around midnight.”
Gabe felt his voice catch in his throat. He nodded.
Decker said, “How do you feel about that?”
“It’s fine.”
“Is it?” When the boy didn’t answer, Decker said, “No sense being coy. We both know who and what your dad is. How safe do you feel being with him?”
“Safe. He’s okay.”
“He beat up on your mom. Has he ever beat up on you?”
“No.” Gabe paused. “It was the first time he ever beat up on her, you know.”
“Maybe,” Decker said. “But I also know that your dad has way more sophisticated methods than his fists to intimidate. If you really knew your father, you’d be scared to death of him.”
“I know my father.” Gabe licked his lips. “I can handle him.”
“No one should have to live in fear. That’s just basic.”
“The thing is…” He bounced his leg up and down. “If my mom remains missing, my dad’s not gonna stick around to raise me. Even when he’s home, he does his own thing. I’m like a nuisance to him. Besides, I don’t need anyone to raise me. All I need is a place to live, access to a car and driver, and a piano teacher. Chris will give me money.”
“You have other options, Gabe.”
“I barely know my grandfather and I’m not living with my aunt. She’s a slob and I’m obsessive-compulsive. Her habits bother me way more than my dad’s temper. At least he’s as neat as I am.”
“Okay,” Decker said. “If you need anything, just give me a call. You’re certainly welcome to stay here a flew days to figure it all out.”
“Thanks.” He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. The boy mustered a smile even though his eyes were on the brink on tears. “Thank you very much. I take it you haven’t heard anything about my mom.”
“You’ll be the first to know.” Decker stood up. “We’re about ready to eat. Lots of food. I hope you’re hungry.”
“I am. Be there in a few.”
Decker closed the door and gave the kid his privacy.
He pretended not to hear him cry.
HANNAH KNEW SOMETHING was going on when Cindy didn’t drink the wine and Eema kept pushing food on her.
“How about some more cobbler?” Rina asked.
“If I eat another bite, I will explode,” Cindy answered.
“Then how about a care package for later. I’ll also give you some paella.” Rina got up from the dining-room table and went into the kitchen before her stepdaughter could protest. Cindy looked at her watch. It was after nine.
“That went fast. We’ve got to go. I’ll go help her pack up.”
“I’ll help you pack up.” Hannah raced after her sister and met up with her in the kitchen. She said, “Are you sure you don’t have anything you want to tell me?”
Cindy felt her face go hot. “Aren’t you nosy?”
“Yes, no, maybe?”
Rina said, “Hannah, you’re acting entirely inappropriate.”
“Puh-leeze?”
“Keep your voice down,” Cindy said. “The answer is yes, but I couldn’t very well say anything in front of the boy.”
Hannah clapped her hands with the tip of her fingers. “When?”
“End of December.”
“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
Rina said, “Hannah, that’s enough!”
She turned to her mother. “How long have you known?”
“As long as Cindy’s wanted me to know. And keep your voice down, please.”
Cindy said, “Your mom is right. Let’s keep it low-key.”
“Can I come shopping with you for cribs?”
Rina said, “You can shop with me for a crib. We’ll keep one here.”
“I can’t believe you and Abba kept it from me.” Hannah paused. “I can believe that you kept it, but not Abba. He must be so happy!”
“That’s an understatement,” Rina said. “It hasn’t been all that hard because you two rarely intersect with your busy schedules.”
Hannah couldn’t keep the grin off her face. “I’ll help Eema pack up for you. You go sit and relax.”
“I’m feeling fine, I’m not a cripple. You go sit. Every time you leave the table, that poor boy looks like he’s swallowed lye. Do him a favor and ask to be excused so he can be excused.”
“Okay.” Hannah gave her sister a giant hug. “I love you.”
Hannah pranced back into the dining room, where she exchanged wide, knowing smiles with her father. Gabe didn’t appear to notice. He and Koby were talking about music. It turned out that Gabe played a zillion other instruments. He said to Decker, “I noticed that your sons have a couple of cases in the closet. Mind if I have a look?”
“It’s a guitar and a bass,” Decker said. “I don’t think either one of them has been played much. Knock yourself out.”
“None of us have any musical talent,” Hannah said. “Koby has a beautiful voice, but that’s only because he isn’t a blood relative. Can