Murder 101. Faye Kellerman

taking no road. He’s nasty and condescending. It’s bad enough that I have to deal with him at work. Why should I let him ruin my weekend or, even worse, inflict him on you? He’d only wind up needling me for being observant, narrow-minded, and provincial.”

      “Or maybe he’d see another side of you.”

      “If I invited him over, it would only feed his delusions that he really is my superior.”

      “The kid might be a snot, but I guarantee you he knows who the real cop is. He probably feels like an imposter.”

      “He is an imposter.”

      “Give him a chance.”

      “He won’t accept the invitation from me.”

      “So maybe he’ll accept it from me.” Rina picked up the phone. “What’s his cell?”

      After Decker gave her the number, she punched it in and waited. “Hi. I’m looking for Tyler McAdams?”

      Over the line, the kid said, “You called my cell so you found me. Who is this?”

      Decker heard his response and mouthed, I told you so.

      Rina blithely continued. “This is Rina Decker. My husband and I wanted to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night.” There was a long pause over the line. She went on. “I don’t know if Peter told you but we’re Jewish and we’re observant. I’m having six to eight students here from the colleges and I thought they might be interested in what people do postgraduation, even if it’s a temporary job.”

      McAdams still didn’t speak. Finally, he said, “Uh, thank you.”

      “You’re welcome. If it’s an inconvenient time, we’ll take a rain check. We usually have people over Friday night, so it’s open-ended. But I’d love to meet you. I always check out my husband’s partners.”

      “No, you don’t,” Decker whispered.

      She gave him a playful slap. “Please come.”

      “Sure … great. What time?”

      Decker was making a face. Rina wagged her finger. “Six-thirty. It’s pretty informal. And I’m a great cook.”

      “Sounds like a win-win situation because I like to eat. Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome. We look forward to seeing you. Bye.” She hung up. “Done.”

      “It’s not enough that he’s a leech at work. Once he’s tasted your food, I’ll never get him off my back.”

      Rina took the casserole out of the oven. “Lots of people have ridden on your back and you’re none the worse for wear. You’ve got a strong set of shoulders. One more kid certainly won’t break your spine.”

       CHAPTER TWO

      The kid was on time, which would have been fine except that the students were on Jewish Standard Time. Rina answered the door and proceeded to charm while Decker elected to sulk. It seemed like a lifetime until the other guests arrived. The group—four guys and two girls—brought flowers and wine, leaving the empty-handed McAdams feeling a little sheepish. “I thought this was informal. I would have brought something.”

      Decker said, “Don’t worry about it.”

      “I’m not worried, but I just don’t want to look like a clod.”

      “If only you could remedy that with a bottle of wine.” Decker smiled and put his arm around the kid as he led him to the table. “C’mon, Harvard. Just relax.” Introductions were made all around. Decker whispered, “There are a couple of ritual blessings we need to make. The first one is over the wine—”

      “I know what Kiddush is,” McAdams said. “There are one or two Jews in the Ivies. I had a Jewish girlfriend at one point.”

      “What happened?”

      “She’s not my girlfriend anymore, that’s what happened.”

      “She dumped you.” When McAdams shot him a dirty look, Decker said, “It happens.” He seated himself at the head of the table.

      Rina said, “Tyler, why don’t you sit here between Adam and Jennifer. Both of them are interested in law and I know you’ve gotten into Harvard Law.”

      “Adam and McAdams,” Decker said. “Already sounds like a law firm.”

      Rina smiled. “It does.” She placed the other four students at the table and then Decker made Kiddush. There once was a time where he stumbled over the Hebrew words. But after twenty-five years of embracing her culture and his genetics, he recited the blessing fluently. After drinking wine, the group washed their hands and said the ritual blessing, and then Decker made the HaMotzi, the prayer over the bread.

      Finally, the meal could begin in earnest: soup, salad, rib roast, lentils with red peppers and onions, green beans with hazelnuts, and mixed berry cobbler for dessert. It was enough to break the zippers and pop buttons on any waistline. There was lively conversation between the students and Rina as they discussed the parashat hashavua: the weekly chapter of bible. The kids were intelligent and opinionated. McAdams, on the other hand, was quiet. Like a lot of secular, upper-crust kids of his generation, he was probably scripture impaired. But he was polite and spoke when he was spoken to.

      By nine o’clock, things were starting to wrap up and that’s when Decker’s landline rang. Rina and he exchanged glances. Decker’s father had died a year ago, but his mother was still alive and in her nineties. Rina’s parents were both in their nineties. Whenever they got a phone call on Shabbat, it was a reason to worry. Decker held up his finger and went to the answering machine, which identified phone numbers. “It’s local.”

      “Thank God,” Rina said. “Probably a robocall.”

      The voice kicked in. It was Mike Radar and Decker picked up the phone. “It’s Decker. What’s up, Captain?” He listened intently over the phone. “When? … Okay … okay.” He checked his watch. “Does he know when the lock was broken? No idea? All right, I’ll look into it. Do you know how far it is from my house? … no, I’ll handle it. Just tell me how to get there on foot … no, I don’t mind walking if it’s not too far. A mile away is no problem, Mike … no, really, you stay put. I just ate the equivalent of half a cow and it would be good for me to get a little exercise. Unless it’s something more, I’ll call you on Sunday.”

      Decker hung up the phone. “There was a break-in at the local cemetery and the watchman is all up in arms. The other detectives are ice fishing in Canada for the weekend so the captain wondered if I wouldn’t mind handling it.”

      Rina feigned mock outrage. “You mean your colleagues didn’t invite you with them?”

      Decker grinned. “Actually, I made the cut, but I declined. Maybe next time.”

      McAdams said, “I would have gone. Nobody asked me.”

      “They probably thought your blue blood couldn’t handle the cold.” Decker sighed inwardly. He had to make the offer to look like a good guy. “Come if you want.”

      “Of course, I’ll come.”

      “Take the car. I’ll meet you there in about a half hour.”

      “I’ll walk with you, Old Man.”

      “Harvard, it’s really cold outside. I’m doing it for religious reasons. No reason for you to suffer.”

      “I’m not gonna let you outmacho me.”

      “Suit yourself. Let me grab a few things and we’ll be on our way.”

      “I’ll get your jacket, Tyler,”