Chapters (45)
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- About the Author
- Also by Faye Kellerman
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Melanie blushed. “I wouldn’t know about that. I mean he has all this jewelry but do you think his wife ever gets to wear anything . . . well, maybe she wears it, but she certainly doesn’t own it. I suppose she can borrow it if she wants.” She looked at Decker. “The point is that everything that Max and his family own is in that store. I mean he and my sister-in-law own this tiny, tiny duplex where they couldn’t even entertain a gnat. C’mon already. Just sell a couple of lamps and get something decent. Not something where the kitchen has a view of an air shaft. See what I’m getting at?”
“Not exactly.” Decker looked up. “Maybe you should explain it to me.”
“The gallery belongs to Max’s father and his uncle, Joe. Max is nothing more than a glorified salesman. I think it eats at his kishkas.”
“So he doesn’t own anything in the gallery? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I don’t know what he owns or what he doesn’t own. All I’m saying is he always wants more.”
“So you’re thinking that maybe he stole the windows so he could resell them and get some of his own money?”
“I’m not saying that.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I don’t know what I’m saying. You’re twisting my words.”
“I’m not trying to do that, Melanie. Do you think Max was involved with the theft?”
She turned bright red. “Not really.” She sat up. “But if he’s telling you that I was involved, he’s crazy.”
“Why would he think you’re involved?”
“C’mon, I know what he told you.”
“What did he tell me?” Decker prompted.
“Lemme see how I can phrase this so it comes out right.” She stood up and began to pace. “Ken is a great guy, but tight with a buck, a quality that he passed on to my husband. I never ever buy things we can’t afford, but if I can afford it, I don’t see why I shouldn’t buy it. I mean, why do you work a million hours a week and earn all this money if you’re just going to have it molder in stocks and bonds. I realize that it’s Rick’s business, but he does have a family and why should our children do without when we can plainly do with.”
She stopped pacing.