Daniels’s arthritic fingers clutched the head of his cane. “Mary, okay, yeah. I knew her.”
They had been told that Daniels was in his nineties and had been at the facility for ten years. His wife was dead; he had outlived his siblings and even both his children. His grandchildren lived out of state and came once a year at Christmas to visit him.
Kelly had tried to show him the picture of Cramer but Daniels shook his head. “Can’t really see no more.”
Decker looked around the room. Next to the bed on a small shelf were some pictures of little kids, and what looked to be birthday cards. On the nightstand was a ballcap. It was one worn by people who had served in World War II and denoted their branch of service.
“You were in the Air Force in World War II?” said Decker, glancing at the hat.
“Called it the Army Air Forces back then,” said Daniels, smiling feebly. “Was the Army Air Corps before that. Didn’t come to be the U.S. Air Force till later.”
“Were you a pilot?” asked Jamison.
“No. A navigator.” He perked up. “Flew on the B-17, -24, and the big boy, the B-29 Superfortress. Boy, those were some exciting times.”
“Navigator, huh?” said Kelly.
Daniels slowly nodded. “Always liked that stuff. Signals, radio waves. Radar, which was new back then. Got us where we were going and then got us back. Did a lot of bombing runs. Thought I was gonna die every time. Never managed to.” He chuckled softly.
“What’d you do after the war? Did you leave the service?” asked Decker.
“No, I stuck around and worked for the government.”
“What did you do?” asked Jamison.
Now the man’s weakened eyes narrowed. “Why do you want to know?” he said, his tone suddenly sharp.
Decker squatted down in front of the man. “Did you talk to Mary about some of the things you’d done?”
“You haven’t answered my question yet, so why should I answer yours?”
“You liked Mary?”
“She was a nice gal. Patient. Pushed me to do my therapy, but she did it in a way that wasn’t too overbearing like some of them can be here. I liked her. Too bad when she left. Where’d she get to?”
“Would it surprise you to learn that she moved to London, North Dakota?”
The old man flinched. “London?”
“Yes. It’s where the Douglas S. George Defense Complex is located.”
“Well, I know that.”
“Because you worked there? A long time ago?” said Decker.
“Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t. But if I did, it’s classified,” said Daniels. He closed his eyes and gripped the head of his cane tighter.
“But you talked to Mary about it?”
“How do you know that?” said Daniels. “Did she say I did?”
“No. But why else would she have moved up there? I mean, otherwise it’s a really big coincidence.”
“I got nothing to say on the subject.”
“Did you know that the Air Force sold most of the land around the radar facility?”
“Sold the land?” said Daniels sharply. “To who?”
“A religious organization called the Brothers. Ever heard of them?”
Daniels shook his head.
“And they in turn leased some of the land to frackers.”
“Frackers?”
“Companies that drill down for oil and gas.”
“They’re drilling on that land?” asked Daniels.
“Yes.” Decker glanced at Kelly and then Jamison. He turned back to Daniels. The old man was staring directly at him. “The thing is, we unfortunately can’t talk to Mary.”
“Don’t know where she is, then?” Daniels said.
“No, we do.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Someone murdered her.”
The old man seized up. For a moment Decker thought he might be having a stroke.
“Get out of here,” he suddenly roared, blinking away tears. “You just get out of here, right now. Leave me alone. Leave me the hell alone.”
A uniformed nurse rushed into the room.
“Mr. Daniels?” she said frantically. “What’s wrong?”
He pointed at the others. “These people are harassing me. I want them to leave.”
The nurse looked sternly at the three.
Jamison held out her FBI badge and said, “We had to ask him some difficult questions because of a police investigation.”
“Oh, I see. But he’s upset now. I... I think you should leave. He’s not in the best of health.”
Jamison tugged on Decker’s arm. “I think you’re right. We’re going.”
They left the room.
As they walked down the hall Decker said, “He knows. He told Cramer something that made her quit her job here, change her name, and move to London.”
“We just don’t know what,” said Kelly.
“He worked at the Air Force station,” said Jamison. “That has to be the connection. He said he was a navigator and was into radar and radio waves and all. That’s what they do up in London.”
“We need to find out when he was there, exactly,” said Decker. “It’s been around since the fifties, you said?”
“That’s right,” said Kelly. “I don’t know the exact date when it opened.”
“I can get Bogart to check on that,” said Jamison.
Decker said, “And when we find out when he was there and what he was doing, we’re going to come back here and have it out with that guy.”
“But he’s a really old man, Decker,” said Jamison.
“Yeah, I know. And right now, he’s also the best shot we have to solve this case.”
As they walked outside, Kelly said, “What the hell is going on here?”
“I don’t know,” said Decker. “But we’re getting closer to them.”
“Okay, but let’s just hope they don’t get us before we get them,” said Jamison ominously.
Chapter 39
“And Bogart said he was on it?” asked Decker.
He and Jamison were walking to a restaurant where they were having dinner with Baker and Caroline Dawson.
Decker had changed into another pair of pants, a clean white shirt, and his worn corduroy jacket with elbow patches, which constituted his most elegant set of clothes. The weather had changed; the temps had dipped into the sixties and the humidity had vanished.
Jamison had on a dark skirt that hit at her knee, ankle boots with zippers on the side and chunky heels, and a white blouse with a jean jacket over it.
“Yes. I talked to him just a bit ago. And since it has to do with the military he was going to call Harper Brown.”
Harper Brown was with the DIA, or Defense Intelligence Agency, and she had worked with them on a previous case.
“Good. Anything on Cramer and why she’s important to the Feds?”
“No. I asked him and he said he had come up empty. Boy, the wind really makes it chilly,” said Jamison as she pulled her jean jacket tighter.
“Two days ago you were complaining about the heat.”
“As I recall, it wasn’t just me complaining.”
As they drew closer to the restaurant, Decker said, “So dinner tonight. What am I supposed to do?”
She looked at him, not in surprise, because she had more or less expected this query.
“Well, first of all try to enjoy yourself. It’s been an intense few days, and even you need to recharge your batteries. Next, be supportive of Stan and Caroline. Don’t go in there thinking that she’s trying to replace your sister.”
“And if I say something stupid?”
“Just think about what you’re going to say before you say it.”
“Easy for you to say,” muttered Decker.
An etched bronze sign next to the front door of the restaurant read MADDIE’S. “That’s her mother’s name,” said Jamison.