âDidnât like it so much when he had someone who could hit back.â
âI tried to teach Bernie to respect women when I took the children in, but . . . it was too late for Bernie.â
A dozen people crowded in, the men in pressed khakis and the women in sweater sets. State workers if I had to guess. Brian, delivering fries and wings to the train employees, called out to the second group, âYou all getting your regular?â When he was concentrating on work, his limp almost disappeared.
I dropped my voice. âDid Bernie abuse Luisa?â
âNo,â Jake said. âAbsolutely not.â
âNothing physical.â The judge added, âBut my brother, he kept her a prisoner in that house. Bernie liked to control women.â
âIncluding Vera?â Hale asked.
âIncluding Vera,â the judge said. âHim hiring her? It was not charity. Back in high school she would not give him the time of day. He liked making her beg for her job every time she came crawling back.â
For a politician, the judge didnât talk about himself much, but he had no problem trashing his brother.
âWhen was the last time you saw Vera?â I asked.
Jake flicked his eyes to his brother, snakelike. The judge ignored him.
âWe think,â the judge said carefully, âit was the night she disappeared.â
âThere was a poker game at the bar, but they were all amateursââJake shook his head in disgustââand I cleaned them out quickly. They all wanted beers on credit, so I decided to take them to where there was plenty of free booze: Bernieâs. Vera was there.â Jake shook his head. âFollowing Dan Jaleda around. He brought her along to Bernieâs even though everyone knew it was a bad idea.â
âShe liked male attention,â Judge Medved said. âA room full of men, having a few drinks? She was in heaven.â
That matched up with what we knew. âWho did she leave with that night?â
âShe didnât,â Jake said. âShe was still at Bernieâs. Sheâd taken some Quaaludes. Vera was out cold.â
âYou talking about my mother?â Lucas stood behind me. We had been speaking softly, so I hoped he hadnât heard any details. He rested his hand on the back of my chair. âHi, June. Dave here?â He noticed Hale. âHi. Youâre Hale, right?â
Jake and Judge Medved both stood and moved to embrace Lucas.
âYoung man, good to see you,â Jake said, clapping him on the shoulder. âWhat can we get you?â
âA beer would be good,â Lucas said to Brian as Brian passed on his way to deliver five vodka tonics.
Brian never paused, the drinks on his tray perfectly balanced despite his hitching gait. âYou know where it is,â he called over his shoulder. âServe yourself.â
The place was packed. Despite the crowd, no one got within three tables of us on any side, keeping their distance from Jake and the judge. Between Lucas and the crowds, this interview was over, and we stood to go. The men ignored us, focused on Lucas.
âWe want to be here for you in your time of need,â Jake said.
âYou know you can count on us,â the judge said. âWe owe Natalya our lives.â
Lucas reached out, embracing both men.
âYou,â he slurred. âYouâre family to me.â
CHAPTER 8
W HEN WE ARRIVED AT HIS OFFICE, DAN JALEDAâS ADMINISTRATIVE assistant was on the phone, giving detailed instructions on how to defrost stuffed peppers.
âNot the microwave,â she said. âThe bread crumbs get all sticky.â She noticed us standing in the door, mouthed âone second,â and dismissed her caller.
âGotta go,â she said. âThe cops are here.â
She didnât wait for introductions, rapidly typing into the computer. âWhich of the guys are you looking for this time? Bail skipper or
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