Spoken like a man who knows he’s a possible suspect, Decker thought.
He said, “Just to get the preliminaries out of the way, where were you between the hours of midnight and two on the night she was killed?”
“Well, I was in bed at that time, like most people.”
“Can anyone vouch for that?” asked White.
“My girlfriend, Gloria. I was in bed with her at her place.”
“Her last name?” asked White, her notebook open.
“Gloria Chase.”
“And she lives where?”
“Here in Ocean View. About ten minutes from my office.”
“We’ll need to speak to Ms. Chase to confirm your alibi.”
“You just have to ask.”
“How often would you go over to Cummins’s house when you two were seeing each other?” asked White.
“I never went to her house.”
White blanched. “You were dating the woman but you never went to her house?”
“She never asked me to. I wanted to, of course, but she preferred coming to my place.”
“Was your relationship sexual?” asked White.
“That’s pretty personal.”
“So is murder.”
He sighed and sat back. “At my place quite a few times. And once, in a hotel.”
“A hotel?” said Decker.
“We went to Miami. It was over a weekend.” He paused and added, “Her divorce was apparently quite liberating for her.”
“How so?” asked White.
“In law school she was quite the shy, demure type. Didn’t even drink. I tried to date her then, but it went nowhere. Down here, all these years later, it was a different story. After her divorce she had become... well, you know, kind of... wild. Did what she wanted to do, how she wanted to do it.”
“Yeah,” said White. “With men I think they call it being secure in their own skin.”
“Right,” said Langley with a glib smile.
“We understand that the judge broke things off with you,” said White.
“I saw it as mutual. We had some good times and then those good times ended.”
“You were described as controlling,” said White.
“I like to think of myself as forceful and decisive, but Julia was no shrinking violet. If she didn’t want to do something, I wasn’t going to convince her otherwise. The fact that we only had sex at a place of her choosing? I think that speaks volumes. I sure as hell wasn’t controlling her.”
“Do you own a gun?” asked Andrews.
“I do. I have a concealed-carry permit for it.”
“Can you provide it to us?”
“For what? Ballistics?”
Andrews didn’t answer.
“Sure, I can get it for you. It hasn’t been fired in months. I just occasionally take it to the shooting range.”
“Do you need a gun?” asked White.
“Well, the Second Amendment says I can have one regardless of whether I need one or not. And Florida law is very liberal on gun rights. And I’m a criminal defense attorney. My clientele can be violent. And when they don’t like the job I did for them? And they have relatives and friends who might want to send me a message? So I bought a gun.”
“Did you ever appear before Judge Cummins?” asked White.
“Come on. Julia would never have allowed that. We were friends from law school even before we started dating. She would have recused herself.”
“So, you have a gun and you broke up with the judge who described you as controlling to someone,” said Andrews. “And she had inquired about getting security because she had received threats.”
“I also have an alibi. And I never threatened Julia. I would never have hurt her. And, like I said, I’ve moved on.” He studied Andrews. “Come on, Doug. Just because I routinely beat the Bureau in court is no reason to come here and act all pissed off.”
Decker glanced sharply at Andrews. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”
Langley chuckled. “I’m president of the local criminal defense lawyers’ association. I’ve gone up against the Feds more times than I can remember. My record speaks for itself.”
“I will concede that you have gotten more guilty people off than not,” said Andrews through gritted teeth.
“We can debate the guilty part forever. And they don’t pay me to lose, Doug, do they?”
“Can we have the contact information for your new girlfriend?” said Decker.
“Rose can provide it. And you can send someone by my house for the pistol. I keep it there in a gun safe. I’ll meet them there.”
“So, have you gotten any guilty clients acquitted lately?” asked White.
“Every day is a new opportunity,” he retorted.
“To catch bad guys, at least for us,” said White. “Just wondering if we’re sitting in the presence of one.”
“You can waste time digging into me if you want. I can’t stop you.”
“Squeaky clean, are you?” she said.
“Who really is?”
“So, we’ll find stuff?”
“Anything’s possible. I bet I could find stuff on each of you. So what?”
“Is that a threat?” interjected Andrews.
Langley glanced at him, his expression one of indifference. “It’s a hypothetical, at best.” He looked at Decker. “I understand someone else was killed along with Julia.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“Literally everywhere.”
“A man who was employed by Gamma Protection. You know them?”
“Kasimira Roe’s company.”
“You know her?”
“I’ve met her. At some conferences and stuff. Super smart and focused.”
“Did you know her father?”
“No. So, Julia needed protection? What from?”
“She was a judge. They’re targets,” Decker said. “Just like defense attorneys.”
Langley smiled at this remark. “I can take care of myself.”
“Did she mention to you about needing security?” added White.
“No, but we’ve been broken up for a while. Who was the guard that was killed?”
“You didn’t hear that ‘literally everywhere’?” said Decker.
“Guess not.”
“Alan Draymont.”
Langley shook his head. “Don’t know the man.”
“You said the breakup was mutual,” said White. “You sure about that?”
“Julia was a beautiful woman with money. But I didn’t get the idea that she ever intended to settle down again. Maybe that was part of it.”
“Did you propose and she rejected you?” said White.
“To tell the truth, I could have seen myself proposing to her.”
“But?” said Decker.
“But the answer would’ve been no.”
“Maybe you weren’t her type,” said White.
Langley looked over at her. “I don’t think it was that. I think she was afraid.”
“Of what?” asked Decker. “Getting into another bad marriage?”
“No. I think she was just afraid... of something. Or someone.”
Chapter 41
Later that day Decker was sitting in his hotel room reading over the latest report from the medical examiner. It was Alan Draymont’s DNA on the sheets, towels, and washcloths. That meant he and the judge were having a sexual relationship. And they both died after a night of sex.
Andrews had confirmed Barry Davidson was on the Zoom calls when he said he was. And if Tyler was telling the truth, his alibi for his father made it clear that Davidson could not have killed his ex-wife. There just wasn’t enough time in the firm window they had to work with. And even if you added some time on either end of the TOD, it would have been too tight to get to Cummins’s place and back. And Decker didn’t see Barry Davidson as capable of murdering his wife and then calmly getting on a Zoom call with clients. But even with the unusual frenzied killing, the hit man angle was still a possibility. Andrews had said he would have information on Davidson’s financial records soon.