“That’s right.”
“When was the last time you saw Barry or Tyler?” asked Andrews.
“Tyler was here last week when he was staying with his mom. Barry, I saw about three weeks ago. He had come by for some reason. Maybe to pick up Tyler.”
“How does Tyler usually get here from his dad’s place?” asked White. “Did his parents drive him back and forth?”
“He has his own car, a BMW convertible, and a gate pass, so he usually drives himself. But sometimes his father brings him, or Julia would drive him back to Barry’s condo. A couple times I’ve seen an Uber drop him off. And he has a bike, too. It’s not far, a couple of miles.”
“So that’s the last time you saw Barry? About three weeks ago?” asked Decker.
“No, now that I think about it, I saw him at the clubhouse. Oh, about a week or so ago.”
“The Harbor Club?” asked Decker.
“No, we have a clubhouse here and a golf course. Very challenging. Do you play?”
“No. Why was he there?”
“Well, he was playing golf, nine holes, and then he had lunch. I said hello to him.”
“So he’s still a member?” asked White.
“Oh, yes. He retained all of that even after the divorce. In fact, it might have been part of the divorce for all I know.”
“What does he do for a living?”
“He runs his own company. Investments, that sort of thing. Does quite well. And Julia’s house is beautiful. Pool and big lanai. I have that, too, on a smaller scale, but I don’t have the money to really keep it up anymore,” she added bitterly. “I’m going to have to downsize at some point.”
“Was he the major breadwinner in the marriage?” asked White.
“I wouldn’t say that. Before she was a judge, Julia was a high-powered lawyer, made a ton of money. And she also came from serious New York money. Trust funds and all that. Her father was a Wall Street bigwig. She got millions from him in inheritance. She was an only child. She wasn’t even fifty yet and now she’s dead.” Kline shook her head, her expression one of misery.
“Do you know who the beneficiary is of her estate?” asked Andrews.
Kline refocused. “I would guess Tyler, but I don’t know for certain. He’s their only child. I can’t believe she’d leave a dime to Barry. You’d have to check with her lawyer to be certain.”
“Do you know who that is?” asked White.
“Duncan Trotter. I know because he handles my stuff, too. Julia recommended him, in fact. His office is on Pelican Way, off the main street in town. He can tell you everything about that.” She sat back. “Anything else?”
White exchanged glances with Andrews, who shook his head. Then she looked at Decker, who was staring at the sky through the screened roof.
“Decker, you got anything else for Ms. Kline?”
“Why the divorce?” asked Decker.
“Mine?”
“No, Julia and Barry.”
Kline shrugged. “Why does anyone get divorced?”
“That’s what I’m asking.”
“There were issues, just like any marriage. Barry could tell you more, but it would just be from his perspective.”
“And what was your perspective? You said you were good friends. When married, you all socialized as couples. You shared very personal information. You must have an opinion,” said Decker.
“Why do you care about that?”
“Not to be too blunt, but most wives who are murdered are killed by their husbands. Same holds true for ex-wives and ex-husbands.”
Kline pursed her lips. Her look was clear: She did not want to go there. “Julia was as straight as they come. Barry, well, he cut corners.”
“How?”
“He just wasn’t much of a rule follower.”
“Can you give us an example?” asked White.
“They were audited about five years ago. Turns out Barry got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and they had to pay hefty fines and Barry almost went to jail. Julia had only just gotten on the bench. If that had come out before? She probably wouldn’t have been confirmed. She filed for divorce shortly afterward.”
“And she was upset?” asked White.
“More like livid. I think that hastened the end of what was already a troubled marriage.”
“Why already troubled?” asked White.
“Barry never grew up. He wanted to be a college frat boy forever. Goofy and boozing and just having fun.”