“No.” Gabe paused. “It was the first time he ever beat up on her, you know.”

“Maybe,” Decker said. “But I also know that your dad has way more sophisticated methods than his fists to intimidate. If you really knew your father, you’d be scared to death of him.”

“I know my father.” Gabe licked his lips. “I can handle him.”

“No one should have to live in fear. That’s just basic.”

“The thing is…” He bounced his leg up and down. “If my mom remains missing, my dad’s not gonna stick around to raise me. Even when he’s home, he does his own thing. I’m like a nuisance to him. Besides, I don’t need anyone to raise me. All I need is a place to live, access to a car and driver, and a piano teacher. Chris will give me money.”

“You have other options, Gabe.”

“I barely know my grandfather and I’m not living with my aunt. She’s a slob and I’m obsessive-compulsive. Her habits bother me way more than my dad’s temper. At least he’s as neat as I am.”

“Okay,” Decker said. “If you need anything, just give me a call. You’re certainly welcome to stay here a few days to figure it all out.”

“Thanks.” He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. The boy mustered a smile even though his eyes were on the brink on tears. “Thank you very much. I take it you haven’t heard anything about my mom.”

“You’ll be the first to know.” Decker stood up. “We’re about ready to eat. Lots of food. I hope you’re hungry.”

“I am. Be there in a few.”

Decker closed the door and gave the kid his privacy.

He pretended not to hear him cry.

CHAPTER TWELVE

HANNAH KNEW SOMETHING was going on when Cindy didn’t drink the wine and Eema kept pushing food on her.

“How about some more cobbler?” Rina asked.

“If I eat another bite, I will explode,” Cindy answered.

“Then how about a care package for later. I’ll also give you some paella.” Rina got up from the dining-room table and went into the kitchen before her stepdaughter could protest. Cindy looked at her watch. It was after nine.

“That went fast. We’ve got to go. I’ll go help her pack up.”

“I’ll help you pack up.” Hannah raced after her sister and met up with her in the kitchen. She said, “Are you sure you don’t have anything you want to tell me?”

Cindy felt her face go hot. “Aren’t you nosy?”

“Yes, no, maybe?”

Rina said, “Hannah, you’re acting entirely inappropriate.”

“Puh-leeze?”

“Keep your voice down,” Cindy said. “The answer is yes, but I couldn’t very well say anything in front of the boy.”

Hannah clapped her hands with the tip of her fingers. “When?”

“End of December.”