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Marks laughed. “Not my sort of place. I can’t eat burgers and fries anymore. And I’m more into wine than beer.”
Jenny was sitting across from Decker. “You said you think someone hired a person to kill Rachel?”
Decker nodded and focused on her, as her father sat up straighter in his chair. “That’s right.”
“But why would anyone do that? Rachel has never hurt anyone.”
“You know her well?”
“I would consider us friends. She’s actually taught me a lot about handling myself. I’ve started to work with Dad, and she’s been in the business world for a long time. I consider her a mentor.”
“And you’ve been doing a good job too,” said Marks proudly.
Decker’s surprise must have shown on his face, because Jenny smiled sardonically and said, “I’ve grown a little since you last knew me, Detective Decker. Even earned my MBA.”
“Glad to hear it, Ms. Marks.”
“Oh, just make it Jenny. You saved me from that low-life jerk over two years ago. You deserve a first-name relationship.”
“Okay, Jenny. When was the last time you talked to Katz?”
“Oh, probably about a week or so ago. We had lunch, just a catch-up sort of thing.”
“She seem okay?”
“Yes, nothing out of the ordinary.”
Marks said, “What do you think is going on, Decker?”
“I’m not sure. Someone wanted her dead. And her husband was murdered too.”
“But that was a long time ago. And they caught the guy who did it.”
“No, we didn’t. A man was convicted, but he didn’t kill David Katz and the others. He ended up coming back to town and being murdered too.”
Marks said, “Wait a minute, that’s right. I remember hearing about that. What was his name again?”
“Meryl Hawkins.”
“That’s right. It was all over the news. Those murders all those years ago cast a long shadow on this town, I can tell you that. And now you say he’s innocent?”
Decker noticed that Jenny Marks had flinched at her father’s remark. “What is it?” he asked her.
“Just something that Rachel said.”
“When?”
“The last time I talked to her. We were discussing business and that’s when she said it.”
“What?”
“It was really weird.” She paused to recall it. “Something about sins andlong shadows.”
“Oldsins cast long shadows?” said Lancaster, who had been raptly listening to this exchange.
Jenny pointed at her. “Yes, exactly. Old sins cast long shadows.”
Lancaster said, “Sounds like something out of a British detective novel.”
