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Was there ever a parchment?
He showed the empty holder to Orit. “Can I bag this for evidence?”
“Evidence of what?” Orit asked.
“I want to have this dusted for prints.”
“You think Arik kept money there?”
Marge asked, “What do you think, Ms. Bar Lulu?”
“I think it’s funny the Sh’ma’s not there, yes. But Arik is not a religious man.”
“So why put up a mezuzah period?”
“Maybe for the boys.” Orit waved her hand. “Yes, take it for evidence. As long as it comes back.”
“Ms. Bar Lulu,” Decker said, “does your sister-in-law have a maid?”
“Not now. Dalia had wonderful help for six years. Amelia went back to El Salvador a month ago. Dalia is still looking. She is very particular who is in her house.”
“So who’s been cleaning the house?” Marge asked.
“My lady, Bonita, helps Dalia once a week. Not much to do except laundry. The boys do their own rooms. Bonita was going to come tomorrow. What do I tell her?”
Marge said, “Tell her to hold off until we find out where the family is.”
“That’s what I think, too.”
Decker said, “Do you know anything about the porcelain dogs in the front entry hall?”
“Dogs? What dogs?”
Guess that answered that, Decker thought.
“You want to take dogs, too?”
Decker shook his head. “Just the mezuzah. I’ll need you to sign something that states we have your permission to take it,” Decker said. “Make sure that everyone’s satisfied that we did this by the book.”
“By the book?” Orit asked.
“That we acted kosher,” Decker said.
“Ah, that I understand.”
5
Sitting at the conference-sized dining table, Decker felt like a movie mogul. The tabletop was a slab of pink marble swirled with white and blue—no doubt some custom job out of an exotic quarry. Orit Bar Lulu was at his right; Marge sat across the rose-colored sea. Orit seemed scared. Their prolonged presence had justified her suspicions and that was not good news. Decker placed his notebook on the stone, wondering if he could write without scratching the surface. He gave Marge the go-ahead.
“I’d like to ask you a few questions, Ms. Bar Lulu,” Marge said.
“Of course. Why else am I here?”
Marge cleared her throat. “When was the last time you saw or heard from your brother?”
“Two days ago.” Orit sighed. “We had lunch together—Arik came to the office—the real estate office where Dalia and I work.”
“The name?”
“Manor One Realty.”
Marge wrote it down. “Anything special happen at lunch?”
“Not a thing. Everything was regular.”
“They didn’t seem nervous? Excited maybe?”
“I saw nothing. Of course, I wasn’t looking for something wrong, you know?”
Marge nodded. “Then what happened?”
“What happened?” Orit shrugged. “Nothing happened. We ate lunch, talked about the kids. Then Arik and Dalia left.”
“Together?”
“Yes. It was close to quitting time so she left with him. The next day Dalia didn’t come to work. I didn’t think anything about it. Real estate agents work from their homes all the time. So maybe she took the morning off. I called her in the afternoon to ask her to pick up Sharoni. No answer. I called two, three times maybe. No machine, nothing. I thought that was strange so I called my brother at work. His partner told me he didn’t show up today—no explanation, nothing. Shaul was mad, I could tell. I didn’t want to get Arik in trouble, so I made excuses.”
“What kind of excuses,” Marge said.
“Oh, the usual. Something came up … ehhhh, he must have something important to do. Shaul didn’t like my excuses. He’s very hard on Arik, but that’s not new.”
“What do you mean, ‘Shaul’s hard on Arik’?” Decker asked as he wrote.
“They’re partners. But they are very different—fire and water.”
Marge caught Decker’s eye. They’d go over that one later.
Orit didn’t seem to notice. “But just like life needs fire and water, they needed each other. So what if they don’t get along?”
“They fought publicly?” Marge asked casually. “Or was it more like a cold war.”
“Both.”
“What’s the problem?”
Orit appeared to be thinking. “Shaul’s … slow, not slow, but …”
“Deliberate?” Decker tried.
“Exactly. Shaul’s deliberate. Arik has creativity—all the ideas. Some work, some don’t. The boys are a perfect mix for business, but they get on each other’s nerves. Shaul’s always mad at Arik for being careless. Arik’s always mad at Shaul for slowing him down. But they don’t give up on each other. They’re too smart for that.”
Decker didn’t know if it was a language problem, but Orit’s choice of words seemed telling. “What do you mean by Arik being careless?”
Orit said, “What do I mean?”
Marge picked up on Decker’s drift. “Is Arik careless with Shaul’s money?”
Orit shook her head. “I don’t mean careless. It’s a difference in personality. Arik wants to go, go, go. Shaul says, ‘Now, wait a minute.’”
“Does Shaul have a last name?” Decker asked.
“Gold. Shaul Gold.”
“He didn’t know where Arik was?”
“No,” Orit said. “He was angry that Arik didn’t come to work.”
Marge looked up from her pad. “Shaul was mad at Arik?”
“Very mad,” Orit said. “And that made me worried. Why didn’t Arik show up? Despite what Shaul says, Arik is very responsible. I called the police. They send two men who looked at me like I’m crazy.”
Marge said, “The policy is to wait twenty-four hours before reporting an adult missing.”
“This is not just an adult, this is a whole family.” Orit started to bite her nail, then stopped herself. “When Sharoni—that’s my daughter—she tells me the boys weren’t in school, I start to get real nervous. That’s when I called the police again and asked for someone else. You think there’s something wrong, too, no?”
Decker said, “It’s unusual for a family to leave without notifying someone.”
Marge said, “You haven’t heard from your brother or sister-in-law in two days?”
“Or my nephews.” She shuddered. “God only knows where they are.”
“What do you mean?” Decker asked.
Orit bit her lip. “I mean if something happened to Arik, why take it out on the boys?”
“What could happen to Arik?” Marge said.
Orit looked over her shoulder, then leaned toward Marge. She was squirming, Decker noticed. As if the place was bugged. Maybe it was.
Or maybe she was squirming from guilt.
Orit said, “Suppose someone wanted to rob my brother. You know, force him to go down to the vault in the Mart. Maybe they would take Dalia as hostile.”
“Hostage,” Decker corrected.
“Yes, hostage, I mean. So they take Dalia. But why take the boys? Why not just leave them in school and leave them alone?”
“Maybe they were home when it happened,” Marge said. “Maybe they were witnesses.”
“But they’re boys!”
Marge didn’t answer. Orit threw up her hands. “I’m sick with worry. Those boys are like my sons.” Suddenly, she sprang up and began to pace, chewing on a nail as red and lacquered as a candied apple.
Marge said, “Have you asked Shaul if he’s seen Arik?”
Orit turned to Marge. “If he …” She punched her hand in her fist. “No, he wouldn’t. I talk crazy.”
“He wouldn’t what?” Marge asked.
“If he hurt my brother, I’ll kill him.” Orit nodded forcefully. “I’ll chop his head off.”
Again, Marge and Decker traded looks.
Marge said, “Do you suspect Shaul has something to do with Arik’s alleged disappearance?”
“Do I suspect?” Orit sighed. “I don’t know. They have been partners for years. But times change, people change. Diamonds is a moody business. You win big, you lose big. Shaul is very dark and moody. You will talk to him?”
“Definitely,” Marge said.
Decker said, “Anyone else we should know about, Orit?”
Orit paused, then shook her head.
“I hate to have to ask you this, Ms. Bar Lulu,” Marge said. “But do you know if either your brother or sister-in-law was having an affair?”
Orit’s eyes widened, then she clucked her tongue. “Oh, you people are terrible.”
Marge and Decker said nothing.
Orit let go with a faint smile. “Not that I know. Arik’s a very handsome man. When we were little in Israel, he had many girls. I’m sure he could if he wants. But he is devoted to Dalia, takes good care of her.”
“That doesn’t mean he can’t have someone else.”
“Maybe. But I don’t know if he does.”
Marge said, “Do they have any close friends we should know about?”
“I’ll get you a list of all their friends I know.”
“That would be helpful,” Decker said. “Does Ms. Yalom have family here?”
“All in Israel,” Orit said.
“And your parents live in Israel?” Decker said.
“Yes.”
“Have you called your parents—”
