Walk the Wire (Amos Decker #6) - David Baldacci Page 0,133
a door to a room on a hallway they had not been down before.
Decker gripped the knob and glanced at Jamison, who nodded. He pushed the door open, and they strode in.
Liz Southern looked up from what she was doing, which apparently was preparing her husband’s body for his funeral. He lay naked on a table before her. On a rolling cart lay all the tools and cosmetics she was employing to do her task.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped, jumping up. “How did you get back here?”
“We need to talk to you,” said Decker.
“I’m going to have both of you—”
She stopped when Decker held it up. The item he’d found under the bed.
“You’ve probably been looking for this,” he said.
She froze, her hand halfway to the phone sitting on a counter. She turned, seemingly mesmerized by what he was holding, and held her hand out for it.
She had almost reached it when Decker pulled it back.
“Jade earring. You were wearing a pair when I first met you at the bar. Buddhist temples. Very nice.”
“Where did you find it?” she asked quietly, slumping down on the stool she had been perched on when they had come in.
Decker glanced at Walt Southern’s body. “I’m not shy about these things, but still. Can you cover him up?”
Southern hastily draped a sheet over her husband’s remains.
“Surprised you’re the one doing that,” he commented.
“Someone had to do it,” she explained, her gaze downcast. “I want him . . . I want him to look . . . presentable.”
“It must be very hard,” said Jamison sympathetically.
“Right now everything is hard,” Southern shot back. She glanced at Decker. “And apparently it’s about to get even harder.”
“To answer your question, I found it under the bed in the room Caroline Dawson keeps at the OK Corral Saloon. The same one I saw you heading up to that night. And I have it on good authority that Caroline Dawson spent that night there as well. She said she went up there with a headache, but that apparently wasn’t true. You could obviously confirm that for us.”
“I don’t feel the need or desire to confirm anything.”
“You and Caroline are a couple?” said Decker.
“I really don’t know what you’re getting at,” said Southern dully.
“You told us your husband was being blackmailed because he was seeing another woman. If the truth had come out it would have ruined him. Well, we checked on that story. And we could find no evidence of any such affair.”
Southern looked uncertain. “That’s not possible. I know that he was having an affair.”
“And I’m telling you he wasn’t. Which means you lied.”
Southern looked stricken at Decker’s words. She took a moment to compose herself. “Okay, you’re right, he wasn’t having an affair. I did lie about that.”
“Then how exactly was he being blackmailed? And we need the truth this time, Liz.”
She let out a long, resigned sigh. “He was stealing.”
“Stealing what?” asked Jamison.
“Personal effects that people were supposed to be buried with. Watches, rings, other jewelry. He’d put them on the bodies for the viewing and the funeral service, but right before the casket was sealed, he’d take them off. Who would know, right? It wasn’t like they were going to dig the person up or check. And if they were cremated, there was no way to ever check. Then he would take trips out of town or even the state to sell them. He made quite a lot of money doing that.”
“Why did he do that?” asked Jamison.
Southern looked at Decker. “Remember when we first met I told you that during bad times when people couldn’t pay us for our services they’d try to barter?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Walt got desperate. I think he convinced himself that he was simply just getting paid for services rendered by the very people he was providing the service to.”
“That doesn’t make it legal, or right,” Jamison pointed out.
“Desperate people do desperate things,” retorted Southern.
“And you knew?” asked Decker.
“I suspected. Right before he killed himself we had a big argument. You see, I knew that one of our clients had been dressed in her diamond engagement ring. It was at least four carats. Exquisite. Walt closed up the casket after the service, right before the body was loaded into the hearse to be taken to the cemetery. Then I couldn’t find one of my tools that I used to touch up the body before the viewing. I remembered that I had used it to work on her. I opened