promenade along which the self-styled âJoy Boyâ had been swaggering when Mildred had first laid eyes on him two years back.
David had called this morning from Boston, had tried Sam on his cellphone because the machine had picked up at the house, and Sam and Grace had agreed that the honeymooners did not need to know what was going on until their return.
âEverything OK, son?â David had asked.
âEverythingâs peachy, Dad,â Sam had said.
âYou sure?â
Always hard to fool, Samâs father.
âHas the bride had enough of you yet?â Sam had tried steering the conversation away.
âThe bride said I looked splendid last night, as a matter of fact.â
âGive her our love,â Sam had told him.
âIs Grace with you?â David had asked.
âOf course not, Dad,â Sam had said. âIâm at work, and Grace and Joshua are spending the day at Claudiaâs.â
Which had finally appeased David Becket.
Leaving Sam free to organize the rest of the day, during which the team were going to be paying low-key visits to as many of Miamiâs marinas and moorings as humanly possible.
The Baby , Cooperâs old cruiser â blown up by him before his disappearance â in their thoughts.
The kill-site during his last known rampage.
All the way through to matricide.
Though with the incalculable number of boats and vessels of all shapes and sizes docked and traveling through Miamiâs waterways, Biscayne Bay and the ocean beyond, the chances of finding the bastard and some new boat without any kind of hard intelligence or a tip-off were almost nil.
All the more reason for Sam to be grateful for Névé.
Safe haven.
SIXTEEN
May 3
S am and Martinez had worked through the weekend, keeping their own trawl through the marinas downbeat, aware of the risks of Cooper upping anchor and disappearing again.
A master of that, Cal the Hater.
And no new leads to point the detectives in any other direction.
Open minds needed, eyes and ears â their own, the rest of the squadâs, and their regular street informantsâ â trained on anything that might lead them to the âHeart Killerâ, as the media had tagged the perp.
Magda had come better than good, had welcomed Grace on Sunday afternoon with open arms, a spare bedroom already transformed into a consulting room, even a waiting room ready for her patientsâ use.
âBut itâs your dining room,â Grace had protested.
âI donât give dinner parties,â Magda had said. âThis will be the first time the room has been used since I moved in.â
âItâs such an imposition,â Grace had said.
âYouâre paying rent.â
âNot enough.â
âTake it or leave it,â Magda had said.
They had agreed little more than a token payment, just enough to keep things on a professional footing, because Magda refused to countenance profiting from their troubles.
âIt makes me wonder,â the older woman said now on Monday morning, regarding the setup again, âwhy weâve never thought of joining forces before.â
âYou were in California,â Grace pointed out. âAnd then Joshua came along.â
âAnd one of these days heâll be at real school and have a bunch of friends heâll want to have visit or sleep over, and maybe you and Sam will enjoy the idea of having one more room at home.â Magdaâs smile was touched with regret. âItâs different for me â my empty spaces feel like a reproach.â
She had divorced her unfaithful orthopedic surgeon husband almost a decade ago and their only son, a plastic surgeon, lived in DC with a family she rarely got to see.
âSharingâs a tempting thought in some ways,â Grace said. âThough my home office has always suited us.â
âI know,â Magda said, easily. âJust something to mull