“He’ll tell my father.”

“I won’t tell your father,” Decker answered.

“Don’t believe him, Mr. Donatti. He’s one of them.”

“Nah.” Chris blew her off. “He couldn’t care less about Jews. He has to pretend to be Jewish, or else his wife will get mad. C’mon, Shayndie. I’m cold and I’m grumpy. Let’s get this over with.” He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her away from his body. Then he bent down and looked in her eyes. Instantly, Shayndie covered her face with her palms.

“He won’t hurt you.” Donatti pulled her hands down. “He’s actually an okay guy, all right. I promise he won’t hurt you. And if he does, I’ll kill him, all right?” A gun was pulled from his coat. It was a big one, possibly a Magnum. Donatti stood up and pointed the weapon at Decker. “See this? I have the weapon; he doesn’t. That means he’s screwed if he tries anything.”

“Please don’t make me talk to him.”

“Shayndie, answer his questions, or I’m gonna get pissed! I’m tired. I want to go home. Just do it, okay?”

She nodded, but then slapped her hands over her face again.

“And take your damn hands off your face! C’mon, girl! I’m willing to help you, but you gotta pull yourself together.” Again he bent down. He lowered his voice. “C’mon, sugar. Can you do that for me?”

She didn’t answer, but Decker noticed that the shaking was subsiding.

He kissed her forehead and pulled loose hair from her face. “Please, sugar? You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“This would make me happy. Can you do it? Can you talk to him?”

Again she nodded.

“Yeah, I know you can. You’re a strong girl.” Donatti kissed her cheek, then stood up, his eyes fixed on Decker’s face. “Make it quick or we’re both gonna have problems.”

“Can you tell me what happened to your uncle, Shaynda?”

She muttered something, but Decker couldn’t make it out.

“I can’t hear her.”

Chris sighed with exasperation. He bent down a third time. “C’mon, honey. Whisper it in my ear.”

She did as told. Donatti nodded as she spoke behind a cupped hand. He said, “Someone grabbed him as they were walking to the museum. She got away.” To Shayndie, he said, “Did you see who did it?”

“Men,” she muttered.

“How many?” Decker asked.

“Two… three. They were frum. They wore kapotes.”

“Lubavitch?” Decker said.

A shake of the head told him no.

“Satmar?”

Again the answer was negative.

“Breslav.”

“No. I mean I don’t know. They wore… shtreimels.”

“Shtreimels? In the middle of the work week?”

She nodded yes.

“And they were dressed up in silk kapotes or something?”

She nodded.

Donatti said, “Can you translate this for me?”

“The men who took her uncle wore Chasidic garb. There are many different Chasidic sects. The Liebers are a certain sect, and I’m trying to find out if one of his own whacked him. She thinks it might be another sect because they wore Sabbath dress in the middle of the week. A shtreimel is a unique broad-brimmed fur hat worn only on Sabbath and special occasions.” Decker made a face. “Something’s off, Donatti. Sounds like someone was playing dress-up.”