Дэвид Балдаччи - The Fallen

Bradley Costa’s bank had been a sponsor of Baron’s Little League team, and the murdered man had a photo of the team, and Baron, in his home. And the bank held the mortgage on Baron’s property. Decker had made inquiries at the bank about whether Costa had worked on the mortgage, but had received no answer as yet.

But what about Toby Babbot? Did he also have a connection to the man?

If not, three of the four did. That brought it outside the realm of coincidence, at least in Decker’s mind.

So what do I do now?

He left the school, trudged down the steps, and headed to his truck.

And stopped.

The pale blue Suburban was parked on the street.

And John Baron the Fourth was leaning against the front fender, his arms folded over his chest, as he watched Decker leaving his old school.

Baron said, “Tired of busting bad guys? Looking for a teaching job?”

Decker walked over to him. “No, but the place looks like it could use some TLC.”

“The whole town could benefit from that.” Baron pushed off the truck and put his hands in his pockets.

Decker noted that he was wearing the same pair of dungarees, though the shirt was different and looked freshly laundered. Sandals were on his feet despite the cool air.

“How’d you know I was here?”

Baron pointed to the truck. “Recognized it from when you came to visit me.”

“Right.”

“How’s the investigation coming?” asked Baron.

“It’s coming.”

“Read that there was a death at the fulfillment center.”

“That’s right. It was actually my partner’s brother-in-law.”

Baron looked genuinely surprised. “Damn, tell her I’m sorry. I like Alex.”

“I will.” Though Decker was thinking that Baron didn’t really know her.

“How did it happen? What I read wasn’t really clear on that.”

“Accident. Robot met human and the human lost.”

Baron nodded. “Sounds like a bad sci-fi movie.” He glanced at the school. “So why the interest in Baronville High?”

“Just running down a few things. Joyce Tanner was a student there.”

“She was Joyce Ridge back then.”

“Surprised you knew that, considering you told us you didn’t know her.”

The two men stared at each other. “Let me guess,” said Baron. “You were either checking out anyone still working at the school who knew us, or you were taking a stroll through the yearbook section?”

“The latter.”

“Is the fact that I knew her a crime?”

“Lying about it to law enforcement during a murder investigation is. It’s called obstruction of justice.”

“I guess I didn’t see the relevance.”

“That’s my job to determine, not yours,” Decker said sharply.

Baron performed a mock bow. “Mea culpa, Agent Decker. I’m in the wrong and you’re in the right.”

“What happened?”

“To Joyce?”

“To the both of you.”

Baron leaned back against the truck fender. “I went to college and she didn’t. I don’t know why. She was really smart and I kept on her to go. But I think her aunt and uncle laid a guilt trip on her to stay in Baronville, get a job, and help them out because they had taken her in after her parents died. Her uncle was a minister and didn’t make a lot of money, and he was really strict with her. But we were still together. I came home as often as I could. We had a plan to have a life together. Then my parents died and I found out I didn’t have a dime. I knew we weren’t rich, of course. But we still lived at the Baron estate and my father always told me that there would be some money for me, which did not turn out to be the case. Then, I blew out my arm pitching, they revoked my scholarship, and I pretty much went into a tailspin. I didn’t have the bandwidth for Joyce or anything else. I could barely keep myself together.” He looked down at his clothes and then at the ancient truck. “And some would argue that I failed miserably at that anyway.”

“I saw in the yearbook that she taught Bible school. And that you were into Greek mythology.”

“I barely remember any of that. It was a long time ago.”

“Still into mythology?”

“I have a hard enough time dealing with real life.”

“So, what happened with Joyce after she graduated from here?”

“I dropped out of her life because of my own problems. About four years after graduation she married a guy named Rick Tanner and she had a couple of miscarriages. He was a jerk, he drank too much and beat her up. They finally got divorced. By then, she was a totally different person. No confidence, no ambition. She got into drugs. She got a series of lower- and lower-paying jobs, injured herself at one of them, and got hooked on painkillers like a lot of people in this place.”

“You seem to know a lot about her. Did you two keep in touch?”

“We were still friends. Neither of our lives turned out as expected. That worked to bring us together, I guess, especially after she was divorced.”

“Ever think about getting back together?”

Baron shook his head. “If I married someone, I would like to be able to help support them. I’ve got nothing. And why would I subject Joyce to all the crap I deal with? Making her a Baron? Worst thing I could do to her. When I thought I would have some money, my plan was to move away and we could have had a life where nobody cared what my last name was. I was going to be a big league pitcher, start my own business. Be successful off my own efforts. That didn’t pan out, obviously. But we did keep in touch.”

“She was laid off from JC Penney some months before her death.”

“I know. Not the future one would have expected for the homecoming queen. But Joyce was also a member of the honor society and also excelled at math. She was no dummy. She could have had a far different life. I wish she had.”

“What about you? You weren’t the homecoming king. You got voted best athlete in the entire state and you’re not even team captain of your high school squads?”

“We live in a democracy, Agent Decker. One person, one vote. It’s inviolate.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s right if people are voting for the wrong reasons.”

“Happens every two, four, and six years in this country. And I didn’t care about being homecoming king or team captain. I really didn’t.”

“But you did care about Joyce. Is that why you were supporting her all these years?”

Baron looked at him shrewdly, but said nothing in reply.

Decker continued. “She had no job, but she could pay her rent. She had a car. She put food on the table. And you said she was addicted to painkillers. That’s not cheap either.”

“Okay, I gave her some money.”

“I thought you didn’t have any.”

“I don’t have a lot of money. But I have some . I don’t actually nap all day. I do work. I do have an income. And I have family heirlooms that I can sell in a pinch. I spend virtually nothing on myself. So I could help her. And I wanted to.”

“That was nice of you.”

“She deserved it. And for the record, she used to be a pain pill addict. She wasn’t any longer. She kicked it. It was damn hard, but she did it.”

“Did you help with that too?”

“Why does that matter to you?”

“In an investigation, you try your best to get a full picture of what you’re seeing. Those sorts of details round things out. Provide motivations on myriad levels.”

“Do you mean motivations to murder? I did not kill Joyce.”

“There are other kinds of motivations.”

“Such as?”

“Such as helping other addicts, even drug dealers. Like Michael Swanson? You said you didn’t know him, but I’m pretty sure he was living in your potting shed.”