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decision.”
    “I could come back.” Before she could react to this offer he quickly added, “But Leopold has to be arraigned in forty-eight hours or else he gets released. I doubt anyone here wants that.”
    “No, no they don’t. It’s just that—”
    The right words flashed through Decker’s mind. It was like he was reading off a teleprompter. “And sending him to an arraignment without counsel or with ill-prepared counsel could create a legal snafu that could come back to bite the department in the ass, pardon the French. I know you don’t want that either. No law-abiding citizen would.”
    She started to nod halfway through his spiel.
    “You’ll only need a few minutes?”
    “All I’ll need,” he said.
    She hesitated and he could read the vacillation in her eyes.
    She wanted no part of this and was feeling boxed into making a decision.
    The farther he got into this lie the more anxiety he started to feel. He drew a long breath, pushing the bile back down his throat with the exhalation. “Just a few minutes,” he said. “Then I’ll be out of here. And he won’t be able to complain later.”
    Decker truly meant this last part.
    “You know what he’s accused of?” she asked.
    “Yes, I know it pretty well, actually. But regardless of these heinous acts, he is entitled to counsel. And if he’s found guilty they can lethal-inject him without one complaint from yours truly. That I promise.”
    The truth will surely set you free, Amos.
    Her vacillation finally broke, like water from a womb.
    “Okay, follow me.”
    And Amos Decker followed her.

Chapter
    9
    T HEY ROUNDED THE corner of the hall and there he was, a rat in a cage, at least to Decker’s thinking. But that wasn’t enough. He needed to be sure.
    Brimmer looked at Decker and then Leopold.
    “There he is. I can give you fifteen minutes, max.”
    “All I’ll need,” replied Decker.
    There was a jailer there, again a guy that Decker didn’t recognize. As a detective for ten years he hadn’t mixed that much with the uniforms.
    “Open it up, please,” said Brimmer to the jailer.
    Keys came out and the door slid back and Decker walked into the cell and stared down at the man, who sat perched like a cat on the bunk bed.
    Brimmer said, “Fifteen minutes, okay?”
    Decker nodded but didn’t look at her. Her heels tap-tapped away. Decker waited until the jailer went back to his desk at the end of the corridor before moving forward and fully focusing on the prisoner.
    Sebastian Leopold wasn’t as big as he would have thought from Lancaster’s description.
    Or maybe I’ve just gotten a lot bigger.
    They’d put him in an orange prison jumpsuit. His hands and feet were manacled and the waist chain bolted to the wall. Which was a pity because if he tried to attack Decker, Decker could just kill him in self-defense.
    The head turned to Decker and he braced for some sort of recognition from Leopold. But none came. Strange, since he’d apparently dissed this guy so badly he’d taken his revenge in the slaughter of Decker’s family.
    The eyes were bloodshot, the pupils dilated. Decker figured the cops had given him a drug test, made him pee into a bottle, taken a cheek swab for DNA and breathalyzed him for booze. The jumpsuit had short sleeves, so the man’s forearms were revealed. There was a tattoo of twin dolphins on his right arm. That was interesting.
    There were also drug tracks. And they looked relatively new. He wondered if the man had taken a pop before waltzing in here and copping to three murders. You’d need some extra juice to do something like that, Decker thought.
    Part of one finger on his left hand was gone, cut off at the first section. There was a scar on his face. A busted nose that slid ten degrees to the left. Hands heavily callused and strong-looking. He had done manual labor.
    And are those the hands that took Molly from me?
    “Mr. Leopold?” he said.
    Leopold continued to look at him without really seeing anything. At