Redemption by David Baldacci

Author:David Baldacci
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Pan Macmillan
Published: 2019-04-15T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

42

“SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?” asked Mars. He and Decker were driving together back to the Residence Inn.

“I think you’d make a great interrogator.”

“I didn’t want Katz to think I was drilling down on her.”

“That’s not what I meant. The really good questioners don’t seem like they’re prying at all. That’s what you did. You did a good job of gaining her confidence and not trying too hard.”

Mars fist-bumped Decker. “Thanks. So what else? You think she’s in on whatever this is?”

“She’s hiding something, I just don’t know what. And so is Mitzi Gardiner. And maybe so was Susan Richards, for that matter.”

“Lot of people hiding shit in this town.”

“Nothing new there,” grumbled Decker. “Happens in every town.”

Mars checked his watch. “It’s midnight. How about some sleep? We’re not as young as we used to be, you know.”

“Sure,” said Decker, although sleep was the last thing on his mind.

* * *

After Mars went to his room at the Residence Inn, Decker came back down to the parking lot, climbed into his car, and set off. He drove out of the downtown area and, his mind on autopilot, made his way to the neighborhood and house that he had called home for over a decade.

He pulled to the curb, rolled down the driver’s-side window, and cut his engine and lights. He looked out the window at his old house, which was dark, the only illumination a single streetlight and the moon.

He had no real understanding of why he was here. It was punishing to see the place. Memories flooded back to him as easily as drawing breath. He closed his eyes as the images suddenly careened out of control just like last time; they were coming at him like flocks of hurtling birds or fired bullets. He couldn’t make them stop. He felt his heart flutter, his gut lurch.

The sweat started to pool on his forehead, his skin grew clammy, and his armpits were suddenly soaked with sweat, the sudden stink assailing his nostrils.

His heart was now racing, and he thought he might be having a coronary. But slowly, ever so slowly, as he gripped the steering wheel as though that might allow some semblance of control over what was happening to him, things settled down in his mind. He finally lay back against his seat, exhausted without having moved at all. He hung his head out the window and sucked in the crisp air as the moisture evaporated off his skin.

This is getting old. And so am I.

He waggled his head, spit some stomach bile out the window, and kept taking deep breaths. He remembered when he’d come out of the coma at the hospital after getting crunched on the football field on opening day. A bunch of people he didn’t know were hovering over him, asking him questions. He had IV and monitoring lines running all over him. He felt like Gulliver just awoken as a prisoner of the Lilliputians.

He had come to learn that he had died on the field, twice, only to be resuscitated each time by the team trainer.

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