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“As I said, they were operating a spy ring in a secret room under the restaurant,” said Decker.
“I didn’t know that,” said Katz, putting her hands over her face.“After David died, I never really went there.”
“What else?”
“They told me that they would fund other business ventures. They allowed me to pick the projects and they provided the money. I assumed they did something similar for David.”
“They were laundering money,” said Decker. “Probably dirty oligarch money.”
Katz slowly nodded. “I thought it might be something like that.”
“Did you meet with anyone other than Bill Peyton on these matters?”
“Yes, there were other men. Very hard-looking men. We never met in Burlington. They flew me to Chicago. We’d meet there.”
Mars said, “I wonder why they just didn’t buy the Grill from you and keep doing what they were doing. They wouldn’t have had to explain anything to you.”
“I wondered about that too,” said Katz. “But from some of the things they said, they liked, well, legitimate people fronting what they were doing. If you buy a business, there are always questions and inspections and there are ways for things to go wrong. They had set up a relationship with my husband and they wanted to keep it going exactly the same. That was clear from my discussions with them. Only now it was me, not David.”
“What about Mitzi Gardiner?”
Katz looked puzzled. “That was the very odd thing. They wanted me to help her. She was a drug addict. But they paid for her rehab, and when she came out of that, they paid for a complete change in her appearance, education, clothes, plastic surgery, everything. They had me become her mentor. Teach her how to conduct herself, work in business, give her contacts. Just help mold her.”
Mars looked at Decker. “Why would they do that?”
“She provided the patsy for the murders, her father.”
“I get that,” said Mars. “But why not just kill her? We talked about this before. And I don’t buy the explanation that they were worried about the police digging deeper. Hell, she was a drug addict. They could have just made her OD and no one would have thought that she was murdered.”
“That’s a good question that I don’t have the answer to. Yet.”
“I didn’t know that Hawkins was innocent,” said Katz. “After Peyton met with me, I thought he’d been hired to kill David and the others.”
“Didn’t you have a problem with helping the daughter of the man who you believed had killed your husband?” asked Decker.
“I did, at first. But she had done nothing wrong. At least that I knew. And she was so, I don’t know, fragile. And lost. I guess I just ended up wanting to help her. Making something good come from something so awful.” She paused and clutched the sheets with her hand. “I guess I should have gone to the police, but I was just so scared. As time went by, I just convinced myself that it was…that it was legitimate somehow. I was just building up my businesses and living a nice life.” She paused again. “But that was just me lying to myself. It’s another reason I never remarried. How could I ever trust someone after what happened with David?”
“Well, considering that a prominent policeman was involved with Egorshin and his gang, you were probably wise not to go to the police,” noted Decker.
“What…what will happen to me?” she said fearfully.
“I don’t know.”
Mars said, “Hey, Decker, like she said, she was terrified. They threatened her. She didn’t know that they were spies.”
“I get that, Melvin. I really do. But that part is out of my hands.” He turned his attention back to Katz. “But your cooperating with the FBI will only act in your favor. You might not spend any time in prison.” He paused. “In fact, I think it far more likely that you end up in witness protection. These people have long memories and assets in the most unlikely places. And they have no problem killing anyone in their way. They tried to kill you again while you were in the hospital.”
“Oh my God!” Katz drew a long breath and squeezed Mars’s hand. “A part of me, a big part of me, is so glad that all this is finally out in the open. It’s actually such a relief. It was tearing me apart.”
Mars nodded. “Speaking for someone who’s seen a lot of deception in his life, I can understand that. The truth is always better. Even if it really hurts.”
She glanced nervously at Decker. “Witness protection?”
“It’s better than prison.”
“Yeah,” agreed Mars. “Just about anything is.”
She looked at him curiously. “You sound like you speak from experience.”
“What better place is there to speak from?” replied Mars.
