There was that real possibility that she would marry another man who could take very good care of her. Decker didn’t dare bring it up. “No problem. If she needs me, I’ll be there for her.”

“Good.” Donatti stood up. “Good. I appreciate it. Thanks.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Offering nothing in return for Decker’s promise, Donatti stood. So did Decker. “So maybe we’ll talk again soon, Chris.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Maybe not.”

C.D. don’t talk.

It didn’t matter. Decker had done the favor, and they both knew what that meant. The actual words were superfluous.

14

One good thing that came out of the discussion with Donatti: Decker had never even considered his brother as a source of information. Randy had been in Vice and on the East Coast for a very long time. If there had been rumors circulating about the Liebers laundering drug money, it was possible that Randy would have heard about it.

Decker called his brother on the cell. Randy picked up after the third ring. “Decker.”

“It’s Decker,” Decker answered.

“Peter, my man! When are you coming down? Dad just bought himself a set of new tools and a cooler of beer. He’s got definite ideas, bro.”

“What kind of ideas? The toolshed.”

“The toolshed, sure. But the patio’s all but gone. Crumbling stone, man. He’s got this vision of a deck and a hot tub-”

Decker broke into laughter. “Oh-man-oh-man!”

Randy was laughing, too. “The two of them in the tub… is that an image or what?”

“More power to them,” Decker said. “And Ma’s agreeing to that?”

“As long as she gets her new plumbing in the bathroom, she’s a happy camper.”

“It’s a three-day stopover, Randy.”

“I’m bringing over four guys. You’re the foreman, bro. What we’ve got is an old-fashioned barn raising with a twist.”

“Swell.”

They both laughed, they both let it die down. Then Decker grew serious. “I need to speak with you over a private line.”

“Are you talking from a land phone?”

“No, I’m on my cell. But I can find one.”

“Do that. Then call me back at this number. It’ll take me about twenty minutes to get to the location.” Decker jotted down the number Randy gave him. “It’ll take me about thirty minutes,” he said.

“Then you’d better get started.”

Once Decker got a cab, the rest was easy. Luck was with him because Raisie was home. Jonathan’s wife was petite with elfin features. She had Kewpie-doll lips, a pinched nose, and round electric eyes. Bright red hair was clipped close to her face with feathered bangs falling over her forehead. A loose colorful caftan hung on her body. She put her finger to her lips. “I just got the children down for a nap.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

The Levines lived in a tiny apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. The location came with two small bedrooms, two munchkin-size bathrooms, a closet for a kitchen, and cramped space that barely held a couple of couches and a dining room table. For the luxury of living in a thousand square feet, they paid something like four thousand a month rent. It boggled the mind, and Decker wondered why anyone would put up with such usury, especially after the terrorist attacks. But New Yorkers were a fanciful lot, constantly convincing themselves that less was more.

She let him inside but didn’t look happy to see him. “Jonathan’s at the shul.”

“I need to use the phone, Raisie.”

“You don’t have a cell?”

“I need a land phone.” He spoke softly. “I know. I’m becoming a real pain in the ass.” She had told Hershfield as much. “Look, I’ll be out of your hair soon. You and your family don’t have to worry about that.”

She lowered her head in shame. “Akiva, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. Jonathan didn’t want to call you. I begged him to do it.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Decker answered.

“It’s just that Chaim thinks…” Raisie stopped talking.

Decker waited. “Chaim thinks what?”

“He has this crazy idea that your investigation may be harming Shayndie’s survival.”

“Okay.” He gathered his thoughts. “And how does that work exactly?”

“He thinks she’s holed up somewhere. He thinks that the closer you get… that it might scare her off. Or maybe tell the people who hurt Ephraim where she is.”

Decker’s heart skipped a beat. “She’s contacted him?”

Tears formed in her eyes. “No. I mean, not that I know of. Maybe. He talks crazy. So does Minda. At this point, they both might be delusional.”

“I don’t know, Raisie. It sounds to me like the ideas are coming from somewhere. Has he talked to you about Ephraim’s death, confided any suspicions to you?”

“The answer is no. But I must be honest, Akiva. If he confided something in me, I wouldn’t tell you. I have to respect the family’s wishes.”

Hence talking to Hershfield, trying to shut him down. “Even if it meant compromising Shayndie’s welfare?”

She bristled, her visage hard and angry. “None of us would ever do something to compromise her welfare.”

Decker was quiet.

“Do you have any idea when Ephraim might be released?” Her voice was very cold. “We’d like to give our brother a proper burial.”

“I don’t know, but I’ll call up Novack and ask him for you.”

Raisie put her fist to her forehead. Then she looked up. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Decker tried to hide his anger. “I have to use your phone. I need some privacy.”

“In the back bed-” She sighed with a heavy heart. “Akiva, don’t be upset with me. Don’t be mad. Please. If Jonathan knew that I’ve upset you, he’d be very angry. He adores you… absolutely worships the ground you walk on.” Tears fell down her cheeks. “I’ve lost my brother. Please be patient.”

Decker ran his hand down his face. The woman was in mourning for a dead brother, had two small children, and was under terrible strain. “Raisie, I’m sorry. I’m very pushy when I work. It’s an occupational hazard. I’ll call up Novack for you as soon as I make this other call.”

“Thank you so much.”

“You know what? How about if I use the phone in the kitchen, and you go lie down?”

She wiped her face. “I need to get some things done.”

“You’re in mourning. You’re not supposed to be working at all.”

“We haven’t started the shiva yet.”

“So get some rest while you can.”

“It’s actually a good idea.” Tears in her eyes. “I’m so tired!”

“Rest, Raisie.”

Finally, she agreed. Decker waited until she was out of sight. Then he dialed the number that Randy had given him.

“It’s me,” Randy said. “Go.”

Decker whispered, “Money laundering. Emmanuel Lieber. He owns a chain of discount electronic-equipment stores. Cameras, computers, phones, radios, stereos… stuff like that. Business has been hard lately. Four days ago, one of his sons was murdered. Ephraim Lieber. He had a history of drug problems. He was with his niece. Now she’s missing.”

“How old?”

“The niece is fifteen. Also, there’s another brother I want you to check out. Chaim spelled Charles-Henry-Adam-Ida-Mary.”

“Last name is L-E-I-B-E-R?”

“L-I-E-B-E-R.”

“And the vic’s first name?”

Decker spelled Ephraim, then Shaynda.

“Got it,” Randy said. “Ephraim Lieber… Lieber…” A five-second pause. “No, none of it rings a bell. I take it they all are Jewish?”

“Yep.”

“Chasidic?”

“Yes. Exactly. Why?”

Randy said, “We’ve had a few cases where your religious brethren have done some naughty things regarding illegal substances.”

“What kind of substances?”

“The gamut from what I remember. I’ll look it up for you, Peter. Mostly, we get the Chasids on more typical charges-slumlording, rest-home fraud, tax evasion. And soliciting. You’d be surprised how many of these religious types pay for pussy. Born-again Christians as well as Jews. Course, we got a lot of pussy for sale in Miami. Anyway, I’ll check around.”