“How did you come to the conclusion that he took out the money?”
Lindie said, “When I received copies of the checks made out on that account, it became very clear where he was spending the money. Six made out to Benman’s Fine Jewelers. Occasionally, Ray bought me a necklace or a bracelet for special occasions-Mother’s Day, my birthday, Christmas-that kind of stuff. But six checks? Uh-uh, no way Ray wrote those checks. Then I noticed that they had invoice numbers on them. When I called up the store to ask about the invoices, I got the shock of my life. My first thought, naively, was that someone had gotten into the account. Logical, right?”
“Right.”
“Someone must have forged Ray’s signature. But then in talking to the owner of the shop actually, he remembered Ray because the bastard bought a fucking Chopard and had it inscribed on the back. ‘To Roseanne with my deepest love from Ray.’ I felt so sick I just wanted to throw up!”
“Spending your money for his girlfriend,” Decker said.
“Like they say in limbo, how low can you go.” A long sip of the latte. “Can you believe that?” She held up the paper cup. “Can I get another one of these?”
“Sure.” He looked at the camera. “Another special-order latte for Mrs. Holmes, please?”
Lindie was muttering. It took about ten minutes to get her designer coffee. Within a couple of sips, she became talkative again. “And then he has the nerve to ask me to post bail? What a schmuck!”
“It’s a lot of money…his bail.”
“It’s over a quarter-million dollars. Even at ten percent, I would still have to take out a second on the house. Not to mention the lawyers’ fees. He can rot in prison, for all I care. I want to file charges. I want my money back! I’m going to need every penny. I have kids. Thank God he couldn’t touch the college fund.”
She leaned over and looked at Decker intently.
“How do I get my money back?”
So that was her agenda. Maybe Decker could work with it. “Mrs. Holmes, what your husband did was despicable.”
“You said it!”
“It’s morally reprehensible.”
“Damn right.”
“Unfortunately, it isn’t a crime.”
“What?” Lindie screamed. “The bastard stole money from me!”
“Technically, he didn’t steal anything because his name was on the account.”
“But only in emergencies and if I was incapacitated!”
“I know what the intent was, Mrs. Holmes. And you’re right. He was clearly taking money from you and using it in an inappropriate way-”
“He was spending my money on his mistress.”
“I realize that. It’s terrible, it’s immoral, it’s just plain wrong.” Decker winced. “But it isn’t illegal.”
“That’s ridiculous. Can’t I can file a police report for theft or something?”
“I’m sure a savvy lawyer and you could come up with a plan…sue him for fraud in civil court. Maybe that would work.”
“I can’t afford a lawyer right now.”
“There are people who might take the case pro bono,” Decker lied. “Maybe you can tap into your husband’s life-insurance policy or something. I don’t think he has a lot of spare cash at the moment. Mr. Holmes is in pretty bad shape right now.”
“Fuck the bastard!”
Decker took a deep breath and let it out. “You’ve been through hell, Mrs. Holmes. My heart goes out to you. Surely, you don’t want to be dragged down by your husband any more than you already have been, right?”
Her eyes got wary. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that if you are aware of any other crimes that Mr. Holmes might have done, I’d be happy to listen.”
For the first time, the woman was silent.
Decker quickly added, “Of course you know that as Mr. Holmes’s wife, you’re not required to expose any crimes that your husband may have done and confided in you-”
“I know, Lieutenant. That’s called the Fifth Amendment.”
It was clear that she and Holmes had talked before. “Exactly,” Decker said. “But if you’re willing to talk…get it off your chest…I’ll be willing to listen.”
Her eyes met Decker’s and she studied his face for a long time. “I take it that you think Ray had something to do with the missing flight attendant.”
“What I think is that Ray is in a heap of trouble. He’s going before a grand jury on capital murder charges against his former sister-in-law, Isabela Devargas.”
She shrugged, but her body had stiffened. Color had drained from her face.
“You know that Ray was born Belize Hernandez. That his brother and sister-in-law went missing over thirty years ago. Ray was involved. You know that.”
Another shrug. Decker regarded the woman. She was more than happy to level fraud charges against Holmes, but she balked at murder.
Decker said, “It’s all going to come out. Now’s the time for you to tell me your side of the story.”
“Nothing to tell,” Lindie said.
“I’m not interested in giving you any more grief, Mrs. Holmes. I’m just interested in getting at the truth.”
Again, Decker was met with silence. He said, “Would you like another latte?”
“Yeah, actually, I would. Thank you.”
“How about something to go along with it?”
“Just the latte.”
The request was entered. Again, another coffee was brought in to her. Decker neglected to tell the camera decaf and Lindie didn’t correct him. That was good. He wanted her awake and edgy. After a few sips, she started talking again.
“I can’t believe he took my money.”
“I can completely believe it,” Decker said. “Your husband has a past.”
“Don’t we all?”
The words twanged Decker’s antennae. He tried to be subtle, but he found himself studying her face. She was around Holmes’s age, and Decker could easily imagine her as a hippie in the seventies.
“You were a member of the church, weren’t you?” Before she could answer, Decker said, “And don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. We’ve already located two of the church’s former members-Alyssa Bright Mapplethorpe and Christian Woodhouse. They’ll have no trouble identifying you as one of their own. I’d like to hear your side of the story.”
She took another sip of coffee and said, “I have no side of the story. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You expect me to believe that?” Decker said. “You honestly expect me to believe that you, as a member of the Church of the Sunland, didn’t know about the disappearance of Beth and Manny. You expect me to believe that you didn’t know about the stolen money. You honestly expect me to believe that you didn’t know your husband was there when Beth Devargas was murdered. You know what, Mrs. Holmes? I don’t believe you. And if I don’t believe you, I think a grand jury won’t believe you, either. So either you tell me your side of the story or you’re on your own.”
Not a word was spoken, but the tears streaming down the woman’s face spoke volumes. Finally she whispered, “I was twenty years old, Lieutenant.”
“You were very young, and it was a long time ago,” he said gently. “So as best as you can, tell me what happened that night.”
She was sobbing now. “I don’t know what happened because I wasn’t there.”
“You were an innocent victim caught up in something that you didn’t do.”
“Exactly!” More tears. “Oh God, that’s always been my problem. My stupid naïveté. My daughter’s the same way.”
Decker reached over and patted her hand. She grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. “I was in love with him. That must make me the biggest sucker in the world.”
“He’s a smooth-talking guy.” Decker removed his hand from hers, then went for the jugular. “Lindie, why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me the whole story? Get it off your chest once and for all.”