“Did he cheat on her?” asked White.
“Not that I know. I actually believe he loved her and only her.”
Andrews said, “Okay, anything else, Decker?”
Decker had looked up at the sky again. When he didn’t answer, White put her notebook away and rose. “Well, thank you for your time. We’ll probably have follow-up questions.”
“I just want you to catch whoever did this.”
“We want that, too.”
Andrews rose and looked down at Decker. “You ready, Decker? We’re heading out.”
Decker lowered his gaze to Kline. “Who told you the judge was dead?”
“What?” said Kline, looking surprised.
“You saw Draymont’s body in the study, but you didn’t see the judge’s body upstairs?”
“That’s right.”
“Did the police come over here and tell you?”
“No. I just assumed. I mean, if Julia had been alive, she would have come over here. I would have seen her out in the yard. She would have called the police herself last night.”
“So you just assumed she was home last night?”
“Yes, that was why the guard was there, I presumed.”
Decker nodded and rose. “Okay.”
“I’m not sure I appreciate the allegations in your questions,” Kline said irritably.
“That’s okay. People never do.”
Chapter 9
T?HE SECURITY GUARD AT THE gate was waiting for them when they returned to Cummins’s house. He held up some printed-out pages.
“Here you go, everybody from the last twenty-four hours.”
Andrews reached for the pages but Decker’s arm was longer and he got to it first.
“Thanks. Can you give us a summary? With some local color?”
The guard said, “Well, we obviously had lots of people who live here come and go. They don’t have to sign in.”
“But I saw there are electronic tags on some of the cars with the name of this development on them. So there should be a record of homeowners coming and going, right?”
“They’re in that stack I just gave you.”
“Thanks. The summary?”
“Oh, well, there were well over a hundred visitors’ cars during that period of time.”
“Is that a lot, a little, right on target?” asked Decker.
“It’s a little high, but that was because of the golf tournament.”
“That was played yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“And what documentation do visitors need to get through the gate?”
“They have to be on the guest list, called in by a homeowner, or have a temp pass. The contractors go that route usually, though some of them who come really frequently have permanent gate passes.”
“What form do these permanent passes take?”
“Form? I don’t understand.”
“Do they have the electronic strips on their windshields that trigger the gate like the homeowners do, are they paper on the dashboard, or what?”
“Well, they can be either/or, actually.”
“So the paper ones will have no record of who was actually coming and going?”
“No. I mean, we don’t keep a list, we just check to make sure the paper pass is still valid. And we keep a count of vehicles coming through. And contractors are supposed to be gone by six p.m.,” he added.
“What if a car or truckload of people comes in? Do you do a head count to see how many come in on paper or electronic passes?” Decker asked.
“What?” said the guard, looking confused.
“He means,” said White, “if five people come through the gate in one vehicle, do you make sure the same five people go out in that same vehicle?”
“Um…”
“So the answer is no,” said Decker, eyeing the papers in his hand like they were dung.
“Right.”
“And guests who come in after hours?”
“They have to use the call box to phone an off-site security service that will check to see if they’re on the list.”
“And people who bike and walk up here?”
“Well, they’re usually homeowners or their guests.”
“So you only check vehicles?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Is there camera surveillance here?”
“Um, yeah, but the cameras keep breaking down. Salt air, I guess. But this is a really safe place.”
Decker sighed. “Not anymore it’s not. Did you see anyone who looked suspicious or who previously asked about the judge or otherwise seemed nervous or out of place?”