cups together.
After she poured and handed out their drinks, she joined them at the table. She moved a stray hair out of her eyes and sipped her coffee, not meeting their curious gazes.
“We understand you live here alone?” said Decker.
The blue eyes flashed. “Who told you that? You been spying on me?” Her gaze darted to the shotgun. “What do you want? You tell me now.”
“We already told you,” replied Decker calmly. “To talk to your son.”
“That’s what you said,” she retorted in a skeptical tone. “Doesn’t mean it’s true.”
“It is true,” said Jamison. “We just want to talk to him. We are not here to arrest him. That is not our concern. We have no jurisdiction over his military career.”
“Feds are Feds,” Purdy snapped.
“It may seem like it, but it doesn’t actually work that way, at least not in our case,” said Decker.
She finally calmed and said, “My husband died three years ago. I was hoping Ben would come back here and help me run the place. But that didn’t happen.”
Decker said, “You told us he might’ve been here. Was he here? Did he talk to you about what might have happened back there, that caused him to leave the way he did?”
Purdy fingered her coffee cup. “They . . . they moved everybody from that place. Meaning the Air Force, Ben, and the others.”
“Right, a private security firm named Vector came in to run the facility,” said Jamison.
“Don’t know about that.”
“What did he do there?” asked Decker.
“Technical stuff. Computers and the like.” She snapped her fingers. “Radar, I think he said. But not anymore, I guess.”
“Why do you say that?” asked Jamison.
“Like I just said, they reassigned Ben and the others. I guess there’s nobody left to do the radar and such. He trained for it, you know. He was good at his job. Real smart. Always has been.”
“So he was upset about being transferred out?” asked Decker.
“Yeah.”
“But surely he’d been reassigned before. I mean, you go where the military tells you to.”
Purdy looked confused by this. “Well, that’s right. He was in Nebraska for a while, then Colorado. Then he got transferred to North Dakota. So that’s right.”
“He never got upset about those transfers?” said Decker.
“No.”
“But he did this time?”
“He . . . he called me one night, over a year ago. He said, ‘Ma, they’re moving us out. We’re going to the East Coast somewhere.’ I forget where he said, and then they were being reassigned to Colorado, I think. Least he was.”
“But he didn’t go?” said Decker.
She looked up at him nervously. “You sure you’re not here to get him in trouble?”
“I give you my word. Did he ever say anything to you that showed he was troubled by something?”
“Not in so many words, no, but I could tell something was bothering him. When he would call, he didn’t sound like himself.”
“Did he know about the changes taking place at the installation?”
“No, he never mentioned anything like that to me.”
“Did he ever mention a Colonel Mark Sumter?”
“No.”
“Has he been back here since then?” asked Jamison.
“Once,” she said, looking down at her long, weathered fingers. “About ten months ago. He’d lost weight, wouldn’t meet my eye. I asked what was wrong. But all he said was he couldn’t tell me without maybe getting me in trouble.”
“Was he in uniform?”
“No, he didn’t always come home dressed up. But he only had a backpack with him. Not big enough for his uniforms and all. I asked him where he was stationed. ‘Out in Colorado?’ I asked. But he just changed the subject. He said if anybody came looking for him, to just say I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him.”
Decker said, “And did people come looking for him?”
She nodded. “The Air Force. Three times. Said he was AWOL. In a lot of trouble. When Ben come here that one time it was late at night, and he didn’t stay long. He left the next morning at the crack of dawn. I told him about the Air Force folks. He said not to worry. I haven’t seen him since,” she added gravely, her voice breaking.
“Did anyone else ever come looking for him, besides the Air Force?” said Jamison.
Purdy took another sip of coffee before answering. “No, just them. Nobody else.”
Jamison asked, “Did he have any close friends in North Dakota? Anyone he served with that he might have mentioned?”
“Not that he said, no.”
“Did he ever mention anyone named Irene Cramer?” asked Decker.
Purdy thought about this but then shook