McAdams said, “We talked to Baniff PD about Pauline. They weren’t helpful.”

“Territorial,” Decker said. “Elsie is their case.”

Marge said, “Pauline’s murder is in your jurisdiction. That should make them more amenable to sharing.”

Decker said, “In a perfect world, that should happen. I’ll call Baniff PD as soon as we get into Greenbury.” He checked her watch. “It’s almost six.”

Marge said, “We’ve got plenty of time to make your flight.”

“Yes, of course,” Decker said. “I was thinking that even if I wanted to call Baniff, it would be almost nine in Pennsylvania. I’ll leave it for tomorrow.”

McAdams said, “Are you sure you want to drive us back, Marge? It’s way out of your way. We could Uber.”

“I’m staying in L.A. with a friend,” Marge said. “It’s Will’s poker night, so everything works out perfectly.” She gave each man another two-ounce pour until the bottle was empty. “You’re not driving, so have fun.”

McAdams said, “Just because Pauline has a past doesn’t mean that Elsie and Bertram weren’t involved in her murder. We found her body near where Bertram disappeared and near where Elsie left her car. That’s more than just a coincidence.”

“Agreed.” Decker finished his wine.

Marge said, “You see the size of the tapas here? They’re huge.”

“Jewish tapas,” Decker said. “I think I’ll get an order of the fish and chips.”

“Make it two,” McAdams said. “I’m hungrier than I thought.”

“Marge?” Decker asked.

“I think I’ll try the ribs.”

“That sounds good also,” Decker said. “Let’s get two orders of ribs too. Why choose?”

“I like your philosophy.” Marge gave him a wide smile. “Just like old times, Rabbi.”

“Yep.” Decker finished off his slider and licked his fingers. “Only the food’s a hell of a lot better.”

I FELT ARMS go around my body as he pulled me to him and his breath on my neck. I had been asleep, but I was a light sleeper. I croaked out, “What time is it?”

“Four-thirty. Go back to sleep.”

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

“You need help?”

“No, I’m okay.” After I came back, I was more awake. He put his arms back around me. I said, “Did you get your business done?”

“What?”

“Your business in the afternoon. Whatever it was, it must have been important for you to stop in the middle of sex.”

“It was important. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m tired. Go to sleep.”

“Did it have anything to do with—”

“Stop it, Terry.” His sigh was exasperated. “Let me sleep.”

“He’s my son, Chris. I just want to know that he’s safe!”

“And when I have news, I’ll let you know.” He paused. “You’ve gotta stop, baby. All it’s doing is pissing me off!”