“Decameron had another guy there, both of them dressed in business suits. Who the hell does business at seven-thirty in the morning? No one. Because they were murdered later on. Make sense?”

Decker didn’t respond. His head was buzzing.

“I’ll tell you what doesn’t make sense,” Luke said. “If Bram had anything to do with the murder, you’d think he’d leave porno around with his name on it? Sort of like a giveaway, don’t you think?”

A setup. If so, why wouldn’t Bram talk? Decker stared at the priest’s twin, trying to buy time to collect his thoughts. He said, “Leaving pornography in plain view makes about as much sense as Bram using his real name for the subscription.”

Luke didn’t talk for a moment. “No, that doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

“I never saw the wrappers. So I don’t know if you’re shitting me or what.”

“You have the magazines?”

“We have magazines.”

“But not the wrappers.”

“No.”

“He threw the wrappers away. Why didn’t he just throw the magazines away?”

“Why didn’t he?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he was pressured for time. He was on his way to see some kid in a hospital. Or maybe he didn’t feel comfortable tossing the shit in his apartment Dumpster. Maybe he thought someone might see him. The magazines were addressed to a post office box.”

“Do you remember the number?”

“No. Course you could get it from my brother.”

“He isn’t talking. Can you get it for us?”

“Me?” Luke laughed bitterly. “No, if he’s not talking to you, he wouldn’t talk to me.” He paused. “I can’t in my worldly thoughts begin to fathom why Bram would use his real name. Even if he had them delivered to an anonymous post office box.”

Decker said, “Maybe he got a thrill out of being bad. Or maybe he was about to come out.”

“That doesn’t sound like Bram. He’s not the bad boy type. And he’s very discreet…or so I thought.” Luke shrugged. “Bram’s always been a mystery to all of us.”

“Why hasn’t Bram told us about you being there?”

“Why do you think? He’s protecting me.”

“He thinks you murdered Decameron?”

“Who the hell knows what he thinks? When Bram decides not to talk, he doesn’t talk. Look, I was there. But I didn’t kill anyone. You want me to make a more complete detailed statement, I’ll be happy to comply. Just spring my brother. I’m tired of him being my fall guy.”

“You were willing to pin it on him yesterday. You stood by while we arrested him.”

“I was in shock, I don’t do well under pressure.” He lowered his head. “And I was mad.”

“Mad?”