“Does she always leave the living-room light off when she goes out?”
Brecht stopped. “Good God, here we go again with the precise details. Next time, remind me to take my Dictaphone and video camera!”
Decker waited.
“Maybe the light was already on,” Brecht said. “I don’t remember.”
“Was the bedroom light on?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“You couldn’t see?”
“I suppose I could technically see her bedroom window from my car, but I didn’t pay any attention.”
“Did you hear anything unusual?”
“Not at all.”
“See any strange cars parked around the house?”
“No.”
“You say you walked your sister to the door around eleven, eleven-thirty?”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t go into the house?”
“No. Lilah asked me if I wanted to bunk down in the guest bedroom for the night, but I said I’d rather go home. Now I wish to God that I had. I’m feeling terribly guilty about it.”
Decker nodded.
“Of course, I had no way of knowing …”
“None at all,” Decker said.
“Damn, if only I had been there!”
“If you’d been there, maybe you’d have ended up in worse shape than Lilah.”
“Better me than her!”
“All I’m saying is, it might have been both of you.”
“You just don’t understand.” Brecht took a deep breath. “I’m not myself. Do you have any idea who did this horrible thing to my sister?”
“We’re investigating every avenue right now, Doctor.”
“In other words, you have no suspects.”
Decker was quiet.
“Are we done, Sergeant?”
“Almost. By any chance, do you have a key to your sister’s house?” Decker asked.
Brecht’s voice hardened. “Yes, I have a key. Why?”
“Just checking out every avenue,” Decker said. “Did you know your sister has a safe in the bedroom closet?”
Brecht shifted in his seat. “I don’t like this line of questioning.”
Decker waited.
“Yes, I know she has a safe in her closet! What of it?”
“Do you know what she keeps in—”
“Of course not!”
“Not even a hint?”
“No, Sergeant.”
“Do you have the combination—”
Brecht rose from his seat. “Why would I have the combination to her safe!”
“My brother and I have the combination to my parents’ safe,” Decker said. “I don’t have any idea what valuables they keep inside, but they gave us the combination in case something happened to them.”
Brecht seemed suspended in midair, then he slowly sat back down.
Decker shrugged. “With you being so close to your sister—you have a key to the house—well, I thought she might have trusted you with the combination.”
“She didn’t.” Brecht touched his fingers to his forehead. “May I assume the safe had been opened?”
“You can assume anything you want.”
Brecht clasped his hands together. “There was a robbery in addition to the assault?”
Decker said, “Maybe.”
Brecht said, “You don’t say too much, do you?”
“I’m just trying to do some fact-finding. A few more questions and we can call it quits, Doctor. What did you do after you dropped Lilah off?”
“I went straight home.”
“Make any calls?”
“No, not at that hour.”
“Check in with your service?”
“Uh … no.”
“Don’t you usually check in with your service before you go to bed?”
“If there is an emergency, they’ll page me. I believe in leaving well enough alone.” Brecht folded his hands across his chest. “I think we’re done now.”
“Doctor, please bear with me. How many brothers do you and Lilah have?”
Brecht opened his mouth and shut it. “What?”
“How many brothers do you have? Straightforward question.”
“Uh … two.”
Decker looked at him. “You’re sure, now?”
“Of course I’m sure. We have two other brothers—half brothers, really.”
“Their names?”
Again, Brecht paused. “What do they have to do with any of this?”
Decker shrugged. “Every avenue.”
“Good God,” Brecht said. “No, they couldn’t have. They couldn’t. Could they?”
Decker didn’t answer. Brecht hadn’t brought up his brothers, but now he sure seemed eager to implicate them.
“It’s my understanding that your sister had quite a noisy argument with King.”
“The maid must have told you that.” Brecht made clucking noises with his tongue. “Kingston scared the daylights out of her. If it wasn’t for Carl, who knows what he might have done to Lilah. Not that I’m implying Kingston had anything to do—with Lilah.” He looked at Decker. “I shouldn’t be telling you this …”
But he was going to tell it anyway, Decker thought.
“Kingston has always been insanely jealous of Lilah, though he disguises it as being protective. The fact is, he’s irate that she’s the sole heir of Mother’s estate. For years, he’s been pressing Mother to change her will. Even though Mother slips him money from time to time.”
“Slips him money?”
“Just to shut him up, I think. I really don’t know much about Kingston’s affairs. We’ve been estranged from each other for quite a while.”
Decker nodded, knowing that old Freddy Brecht was no objective character witness for brother King. Still, it never hurt to listen to opinions.
“You think Kingston might have broken into his sister’s safe to steal money?”
Brecht suddenly reddened. “I have no proof … I really don’t know why I said that. Probably because Kingston’s always hard up for cash. Even though he makes untold hundreds of thousands at that mill he’s running.”
“Mill?”
“Abortion mill.” Brecht scrunched up his face. “I think he’s branched out into other things—infertility is the latest rage. First women pay money to kill their babies, then they pay money to have them.”
“Kingston is an OB-GYN?”
“Yes. Imagine a specialty for something as natural as