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“So what?”
“If he was wearing that while attacking Abigail some hours earlier, how could she have scratched his arms and gotten his DNA under her skin? Her nails wouldn’t have penetrated his clothing, even if she did manage to somehow break the skin. There would have been no transfer of DNA.”
“I’m not a detective, so I don’t know. Maybe he changed clothes between the time of the attack and when he was picked up.”
“But he hadn’t been home.”
“That I know of. I told you before, I was probably high.”
“It was rainy and chilly that night. I doubt he would have been wearing a short-sleeved shirt.”
Gardiner was looking at her watch. “Okay, but isn’t that beside the point? His DNAwasfound under her nails. That came out at the trial.”
“Which leads me to this question. Can you think of anyone who would want to frame your father?”
“Frame him? How? By killing four people that he didn’t even know? By putting his fingerprints and DNA at the crime scene? My father wasn’t that important, Agent Decker. Why would anyone waste time incriminating him?”
“I take that as a no?”
She didn’t bother to answer.
“Your father said the scrapes on his arms were from when he fell down, not from Abigail’s fingernails.”
“But again, his DNA was found under her nails. Isn’t that conclusive?”
“We were also thinking that if your fatherwasinnocent, he could have raised any number of defenses, implicated other people. For instance, he could have said that another person had scratched his arms. And that that person had used the DNA from undertheirnails to plant under Abigail’s fingernails.”
Decker sat back slightly. This was the moment of truth. Gardiner was sharp enough, he knew, to realize the implications of his question.
But she surprised him. “After my father lost his job, he started hanging around a bad lot, Agent Decker.”
“That never came out at the trial.”
“Well, he did. He was desperate for money. For all I know, he started committing crimes but was never caught until the murders. As I told you before, he did whatever he could to get money for my mother’s pain medications. So maybe he was in a fight and got the injuries that way. He probably wouldn’t tell anyone that, because he was afraid it might incriminate him, or the person might do him harm if he did tell the authorities.”
Mars said incredulously, “He was on trial for murder. How much more danger could he be in?”
Gardiner didn’t even deign to look at him. She kept her gaze on Decker. “He might have been trying to protect my mother and me. If he talked, his ‘associates’ might harm us.”
It was at that moment that Decker realized he had seriously underestimated Mitzi Gardiner.
“That’s an interesting theory,” he said.
“Really?” she said. “I would think it was theonlytheory that would adequately answer your question.” She looked at her watch again. “Well, time’s up.”
“And if we have any more questions?” said Decker.
“You can ask someone else for answers.”
She walked out of the room, leaving them there.
A few moments later they heard a door open and close. After that, a garage door cranked up and a car drove out. From the window, they watched her drive down to the gate in a silver Porsche SUV. The gate opened, and a few moments later she was gone.
“Gentlemen?”
They turned to see a woman in a maid’s uniform. “Mrs. Gardiner asked me to show you out.”
As they left the house Mars said, “We just got our asses handed to us, didn’t we?”
“Yes, we did.”
