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“And so you must be worried?” said Jamison, coming to stand next to Decker.
“I’m his ma, ’course I’m worried.”
“Well, we’re worried about him too, so maybe together we can find him.”
“I . . . I don’t know.”
“I get that you’re suspicious, Mrs. Purdy. So just to show our good faith, we’ll leave now. But can I give you our contact information so he could call us if you do see him? All we want to do is talk to him, not arrest him. That’s all.” He pulled a card from his jacket pocket and held it out to her.
She looked at the paper warily, as though if she touched it she might feel pain. But, apparently now satisfied that they were not here to arrest her son, Purdy said, “Look, do you all want to come in? I just made some fresh coffee.”
Decker glanced at Jamison and said, “Sounds good. It was a long drive. And it’s colder here than it was in North Dakota.”
They followed her inside. The front room was dominated by heads of animals mounted on the wall.
Purdy caught Jamison gawking and said, “My husband and Ben were avid hunters. Most everybody in these parts are. But it’s not just for show. We eat what we shoot.”
She led them into a small, plain kitchen with pine cupboards and dark, swirl-patterned, laminated countertops. The floor was aged linoleum and the furnishings rustic. The curtains around the windows looked to be about fifty years old. The whole place seemed locked in time from around then.
She set the Remington in a gun rack on the wall and pointed to two chairs around the table. “Take a seat.”
They sat while she got the coffee and cups together.
After she poured and handed out their drinks, she joined them at the table. She moved a stray hair out of her eyes and sipped her coffee, not meeting their curious gazes.
“We understand you live here alone?” said Decker.
The blue eyes flashed. “Who told you that? You been spying on me?” Her gaze darted to the shotgun. “What do you want? You tell me now.”
“We already told you,” replied Decker calmly. “To talk to your son.”
“That’s what yousaid,” she retorted in a skeptical tone. “Doesn’t mean it’s true.”
“Itistrue,” said Jamison. “We just want to talk to him. We are not here to arrest him. That is not our concern. We have no jurisdiction over his military career.”
“Feds are Feds,” Purdy snapped.
“It may seem like it, but it doesn’t actually work that way, at least not in our case,” said Decker.
She finally calmed and said, “My husband died three years ago. I was hoping Ben would come back here and help me run the place. But that didn’t happen.”
Decker said, “You told us he might’ve been here.Washe here? Did he talk to you about what might have happened back there, that caused him to leave the way he did?”
Purdy fingered her coffee cup. “They . . . they moved everybody from that place. Meaning the Air Force, Ben, and the others.”
“Right, a private security firm named Vector came in to run the facility,” said Jamison.
“Don’t know about that.”
“What did he do there?” asked Decker.
“Technical stuff. Computers and the like.” She snapped her fingers. “Radar, I think he said. But not anymore, I guess.”
“Why do you say that?” asked Jamison.
“Like I just said, they reassigned Ben and the others. I guess there’s nobody left to do the radar and such. He trained for it, you know. He was good at his job. Real smart. Always has been.”
“So he was upset about being transferred out?” asked Decker.
