Decker 04 by Faye Kellerman

Author:Faye Kellerman [Kellerman, Faye]
Format: epub
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2010-02-17T08:10:50+00:00

'What?'

Decker smiled. 'This is so stupid... Hersh. One of the Hershes I inquired about in Crown Heights was a fish vendor.'

'And you think that's the Hersh you're looking for?'

'No,' Decker said. 'That Hersh was bearded and weighed over two hundred pounds. His last name was different. I think it was Hersh Berger or Bergman. But it is a little weird isn't it. Two Hershes, both associated with fish.'

Marge shrugged.

'You know,' Decker said. 'Jews name after their deceased relatives. Rina once told me she had a cousin

Rina, both of them named after her maternal grandmother.'

'Think big Hersh is related to psycho Hersh?'

'It's a possibility.'

'Did big Hersh mention anything to you about a cousin Hersh?'

'I didn't talk to big Hersh directly. I talked to his wife and maybe she doesn't know he even has any relatives named Hersh.' Decker thought a moment. 'Think I'll give him a call.'

'What do you hope to find?'

Decker said, 'If psycho Hersh is related to big Hersh, he can give me a little more background about psycho Hersh. Or maybe they have relatives out here... maybe that's why Hersh flew out here with Noam.'

'They didn't hook up with anyone when they came into Los Angeles, Pete.'

'Well, maybe it'll take them a little time to get their act together. Get all the raunchy stuff out of the way, all the forbidden fruit. I don't know, I'm just spouting off the top of my head.' Decker looked at his watch. 'It's one-thirty over there. It'll have to wait until morning.'

Marge said, 'You still hungry or did the doughnut do it for you?'

'I can always use another cup of coffee,' Decker said.

Two Hershes, both connected with fish. And what also struck him as a coincidence was that the fish shop was in Williamsburg - where psycho Hersh had lived -not Crown Heights, where big Hersh was living.

He thought about it all the way to the coffee shop.

Crouched in the back alley stinking of garbage, Noam was sweating even though it was cold. He could tell the

temperature by the gun in his hand. The metal was chilled - like the handlebars of his bike after it had been left out overnight. It must be the ski mask that was making him so hot. The ski mask - and fear.

When Hersh first Set him in the alley, he nearly gagged from the stench. He was also petrified to be left alone. But he was more afraid of Hersh's temper than he was of being attacked by a stranger. As the hours wore on, his fear had blossomed into terror. Shadows were people waiting to jump him, every sound was magnified into an explosion. He felt like the rock pulled back on a slingshot, everything tight and ready to spring. Perspiration was preventing him from getting a good grip. Twice he even dropped the gun. Then he thought maybe he should just tell Hersh he lost it.

But Hersh would get mad. Maybe even kick him out. And it was just like he said. He had nowhere to go at this timeof night.

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