Perlman said, “He was barely thirty then. It’s the only picture I have of him from that time. He doesn’t like to look back, only forward.”
“I don’t blame him. When do you expect him back?”
“Sometime this evening. Do you need to speak with him?”
“Probably. If you could let him know, I’d appreciate it. Just routine stuff. Well, thanks for your time.”
They walked out the door and got into the car.
“Okay, what was all that about?” asked White.
“That connection I was talking about? It just came together.”
“You mean that picture of a younger Trevor Perlman?”
“Yeah. I’d seen it when I was over here before, but I had nothing to compare it to then.”
“What do you mean? Compare it to what?”
“The picture of Trevor Perlman with Senator Tanner at Deidre Fellows’s house.”
Chapter 89
I NEED EVERYTHING YOU HAVE on Trevor Perlman ASAP,” White said into the phone as they sat outside of the Perlmans’ home. She gave the person the Perlmans’ address in Florida and also informed the person of his connection to Mason Tanner.
White clicked off and turned to Decker. “Okay, what now?”
“I emailed Deidre Fellows. She’s agreed to see us again.”
They drove to Sanibel Island and passed through the gates to Fellows’s oceanfront mansion.
She was waiting for them by the infinity pool when the maid escorted them through. Fellows had on a colorful muumuu and a sun hat.
On the way, Decker had taken a picture off the shelf in the other room.
They sat down, and Fellows eyed the photo frame. The picture was turned away from her. “Did you bring something for me to look at?”
“No, this is one of your photos from the other room.”
“Then it’s my father’s photos. As I said, this was his house. I’ve only lived here for about six months. It was fully furnished. The house I shared with my ex is on the market.”
Decker turned the picture around so she could see it.
She glanced at the group of men and women in the photo. “That’s my father, and the woman is my mother, and the man next to her was my father’s chief of staff at the time. He’s dead now.”
“And the young man on the very end?”
Fellows’s gaze traveled down there and then she gaped.
“Miami, 1981?” said Decker. “The man packing the woman into the suitcase?”
She nodded dumbly.
“I thought so.”
She looked astonished. “My God. It was here all that time. But I never looked at those photos. I’m not in any of them, you see. What’s his name?”
“Trevor Perlman. Ring any bells?”
“No, none.”
“I doubt he was part of your father’s staff. And that may not have been the name he was using back then.”
“Then why is he in the picture?”
“Politicians take lots of pictures.”
“Yes, but why would my father keep that one in particular? There are lots of others with my mother and his staff.”
“I don’t know. But I’m very glad he kept this one.”
“What does this all mean, Agent Decker?”
“Hopefully, it means a killer is about to get caught.”
*
After a long discussion with Fellows, and White making some phone calls, they drove back to Ocean View and to their hotel.
In White’s room they held a quick conference.
“Okay, let me try to get this straight,” began White. “Trevor Perlman helped clean up the mess in Miami back in 1981.”
“As we talked about before, he also may have created the mess.”
“You mean a setup?”
“A consultant? Traveled the world and speaks several languages? Goes to Cuba by private boat?”
“What exactly are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I would bet more money than I have that Kanak Roe’s boat is in Cuba, where Perlman took it after killing him and dumping his body in the ocean.”
White stammered, “Are you…was Perlman working for—”
“—enemies of this country, yeah. He sets up Tanner, who was a shoo-in for election. The guy owes his political life to Perlman and his handlers. In return for their taking care of the dead woman in his bed and never revealing the truth, he would do anything they asked. You heard Deidre describe her father. He had no stomach for actual legislating. He just liked the glitz and glamour of it. He’d do anything not to be exposed.”