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Chapter27
“DON’T THINK ALEXWOULDAPPROVEof this,” said Mars.
He and Decker were standing in front of the breakfast bar in the lobby of the Residence Inn the next morning. It was laden with food constituting every cardiologist’s nightmare.
“I used to love this part of the day,” replied Decker, looking longingly at plates of bacon and plump sausages and scrambled eggs, and then over at stacks of pancakes, waffles, and jars of syrup.
“Well, it didn’t love you back.”
“Amos!”
They both looked over at the tiny, withered woman who was hurrying toward them carrying a plate of flaky biscuits. She was in her eighties, with sparkling white hair crammed under a hair net.
“Heard you were back in town.” She held up the plate. “You want to just take this plate to your table, like you used to? Made ’em myself.”
“Hello, June.” He looked at the biscuits for a long moment, until Mars poked him in the side.
Decker started and said, “I think I’ll pass, but thanks. I think I’ll just get some, um, orange juice and a bowl of the oatmeal.”
June eyed him suspiciously. “You’ve lost weight. I mean, you’re almost skinny. You sick?”
“No, I’m actually healthier than I’ve been in a long time.”
Her look said that she highly doubted this was true. “Well, if you change your mind, just give me the high sign.” She glanced at Mars. “Your friend could use some fattening up too.”
Mars cracked a smile. “Yes ma’am. I’ll get right on that,tomorrow.”
“Well, all right then.” She scampered off.
Mars eyed all the food at the buffet and shook his head. “Man, how did you end up not stroking at your table when you lived here?”
***
They had just finished their meal when Decker’s phone buzzed. It was Sally Brimmer.
“I copied all the files to a flash drive,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to email it to you because that could be traced, and I like my job.”
“I can meet you somewhere and you can give me the flash.”
“I get off work at six. You know McArthur Park on the east side of town?”
“Yeah.”
“I can meet you at the little pond there, say six-thirty?”
“I’ll be there. And I really appreciate this, Ms. Brimmer.”
“Just make it Sally. Co-conspirators should be able to use first names,Amos.”
The line went dead.
Mars eyed him. “Good news?”
“I think so, yeah.”
His phone buzzed again. He thought it might be Brimmer calling back, but it was another number. One that Decker recognized.
“Captain Miller?”
