The Throwbacks (5 page)

“No, he didn’t ask for my number, but I gave it to him anyway,” Grace said with a sudden twinkling smile. She was pretty sure that would be enough.

David strode into the restaurant where the mayor waited for him.

“Where’s the chief?”

“He’s here. He’s taking a call. He’ll be right in,” David said. The mayor introduced him to his daughter Theresa, her fiancé, Rick Racer—also known as the Lieutenant Governor—and a few other relatives and friends. The pleasantries weren’t particularly pleasant under the circumstances, so he cut them short.

“Where’s the body?”

The mayor nodded over his right shoulder. Rick winced and looked down.

David followed the pair out back.

“It’s an apparent homicide.” The mayor sounded grim and comical at the same time. David was skeptical about the hush-hush treatment of the case. He thought they could have called it in the conventional way and dealt with the publicity—until he saw the body.

The dead guy was a dead ringer for Rick. “He’s your
twin
brother, I see.”

David could also see that the man was not dead. He leaned over the body to make sure, and even though there was a hole in his jacket right over his heart, and although it was oozing a red jelled substance meant to appear to be blood to an untrained eye, David saw no real blood. After checking the man’s vitals and his skull, he stood. This would be a good one. Nothing simple. It seemed like a mugging in the back alley, but it wasn’t.

The chief walked in and exchanged nods with the mayor and Rick.

“What’s his name?” The chief asked Rick.

“Nick.”

“Naturally,” David said. They all turned to him. Dan gave him a behave-yourself-look. David ignored him. “Rick and Nick. Twins. Your parents have a sense of humor. Good news, Rick. Your twin Nick is alive, albeit with a nasty bump on his head,” David said. They all looked startled, but the chief looked skeptical.

“How could that be?” Rick rushed to his brother and bent over him. He slapped at his face.

“He’s wearing Kevlar.”

“What? He can’t be—there’s blood.” the mayor said.

“Fake blood. The latest development in bulletproof vests, according to
Crime-Fighting Quarterly
. Any reason he should be wearing a bulletproof vest to a family rehearsal dinner?” David asked.

Rick stared back at him with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open for about two seconds before he recovered and resumed slapping his brother. “Gees. That’s Nick for you. He’s a New York City police detective. Married to his job. Never off the clock.” Rick took a deep breath and gave the prone man a hug. Then he stood.

“We need a medic. I’m going to kill him after we revive him. He gave me such a scare. And Theresa.”

“I got a medic on the way,” Dan said. “Any reason someone would want to follow your brother to Boston to shoot him?”

“You’ll have to ask him. But my guess would be he’s got plenty of enemies—on both sides of the law,” Rick said.

David exchanged a glance with Dan. His friend was looking for clues from him and he didn’t have anything yet, of course. They needed Nick fully alert so they could question him. But this was a tough audience. Meanwhile, everyone outside their little sphere in the back alley thought Nick was dead.

“Are we sure Nick was the target?” David asked, because someone had to say it out loud.

Rick turned white faster than David had seen anyone blanch since the time they found that snake in the Queen’s limo. David stepped closer in case the man fainted. Clearly the thought that he was the intended victim hadn’t occurred to Rick.

“God, please tell me you’re kidding.” Rick said.

“Of course it could be a random attack. Then again, he’s a dead ringer for you and this is your town. And I would guess since you’re in politics, you have your own share of anti-fans,” David said.

“I don’t think of him as my twin anymore. We’ve gone in extreme different directions—we’ve been different since we drew our first breath. Anyone who knows us would never confuse us.”

“Interesting. So, if it’s not a random attack, either someone chased Nick up here to murder him—someone who knows him and is particularly inept. Or someone who doesn’t know you very well thought they were killing you,” David observed.

“Well, I’m glad we’re dealing with an inept would-be murderer,” Rick said.

“Hmmm,” Dan said.

“You stole my line,” David said under his breath so only his friend could hear.

The chief smirked. “Probably taken by surprise rather than inept.”

“We’ll know soon enough, when we can question Nick about what happened,” David agreed. Rick continued to try and revive his brother, shaking the man’s shoulder and patting his face.

“If it was a murder attempt, I wonder what the murderer will do when they find out they haven’t murdered anyone at all,” the mayor mused.

Everyone looked at him. David could hear a disconnected drain spout dripping onto the cement somewhere in the alley. His mind went back to a case he had twenty years ago. It was the case that got him his first promotion up the ranks at Scotland Yard.

“Nothing,” he said. They all turned in unison to face him.

“I wonder what the murderer would do if they knew they’d killed the wrong person?” David said to Rick and the mayor, and it had the desired effect of scaring them into silence.

“If need be, I have a plan. It’s based on an old case of mine. We keep the fact that Nick was not murdered a secret among us.” David didn’t quite know why he felt so strongly about this. His famous instinct was at work. It had been so long, he wasn’t sure how doable this would be, but it was time to think it through.

“Interesting approach. But why?” the mayor asked.

“It will help keep Nick from being hunted down again,” Rick said.

“But how does that help us trap the would-be killer?” The mayor seemed to be enjoying himself. Dan looked at David. That was the question he needed a minute to answer.

Nick stirred and moved. Rick pulled his brother up by the lapels to help him sit.

“I can’t believe you’re standing here discussing my demise while you left me lying in this skuzzy alley,” Nick said.

There was a hubbub while they helped him off the ground and into the kitchen and got him a chair. Other than a banged-up skull and a hoarse voice, he appeared no worse for the wear, David thought. The man rubbed his chest at the point of the bullet’s impact.

“Make sure no one comes in here and sees him alive and well. The fewer people who know there hasn’t been a murder the better,” David told Dan.

“I’ll take care of that. So far no one knows there’s been a murder—real or not—outside this party. The police were never called officially,” the Mayor said.

“What about an ambulance?” Rick asked, still hovering over his brother.

Nick shook his head. “No one is after me. I didn’t see who shot me, but I saw and heard enough to know it wasn’t a professional job. If it was anything I was working on it would have been planned and executed better.”

“In other words, if someone were going to murder you, they would have had a better plan?” Rick asked.

“Exactly.”

“So they’re after me?” Rick squeaked out.

“What exactly happened?” the chief asked Nick.

“I got up to go to the john and I heard a noise like someone was trying to get in the back door. So I went out there to investigate and slipped out the back. I couldn’t see anyone. But”—he paused and glanced at his brother—“I could swear on our mother’s grave I heard a man’s voice say ‘Racer? Rick Racer?’ like he was confirming my ID. I went for my gun at that point.”

“I don’t suppose you got a look at his face?” the chief asked.

“No. He was in the shadows and had a stocking mask on. Which is strange—I hadn’t noticed that at first. Things happened quickly. But I’m certain this was no random attack. Also—maybe I heard him talking to someone on the street or maybe on the phone. Whatever it was about, it was not random.”

“Are you absolutely positive your assailant said Rick and not Nick?” David asked. A lot hinged on this.

Nick shook his head. He was afraid of that.

“But I’m at ninety percent, and it makes sense. This is Rick’s town, not mine.”

David exchanged a glance with Dan. A plan coalesced in his mind. “Here’s the strategy. I agree with Nick. I think the target was Rick.” He needed to stop himself from rhyming—it was becoming a distracting habit. Every time he did it, a vision of Grace popped into his head. He shook it out and got himself back on track. “Even if it wasn’t intended to be a murder, we can’t take a chance. We proceed as if the murder happened, and that it was Nick they killed. Assuming that he was the wrong target, we would have the advantage of possibly setting a trap if the would-be killer tries again.”

“What?” Rick looked white.

“But we don’t want to set Rick up as a sitting duck, even if we’re not sure the killer will strike again,” Dan said.

“We switch their identities.” David folded his arms across his chest. “We play it that Nick was murdered and we have Nick sub in for Rick and the real Rick goes underground into hiding. We flush out the would-be murderer with a trained professional if he tries to correct his mistake—but instead of attempting to murder an unassuming politician, he’ll be up against a police detective.

“We could even make it easier for the murderer and set up some opportunities,” David continued as he paced in a small circle with his finger to his lip.

“We’re dealing with someone with insider knowledge,” Dan said pensively. “And they may not make another attempt.”

Nick sat up straighter. “Even so, we can’t take chances. The identity switch setup will buy us some time to track down the assailant while keeping Rick safe. Count me in.”

“We need some background to get an idea of who we’re dealing with. They could get scared off and never try again,” Dan said.

“Whoever it was didn’t want to show his face. And they may have only shot me because I went for my gun,” Nick said.

“That may be, but we’ll play it as if they might try again—just in case. We’ll plant the story that it was a simple robbery gone wrong and that we’ve arrested a street bum for the murder,” David suggested.

“Brilliant,” Dan agreed.

“Then we have a plan.”

Rick finally spoke. “Wait a minute—I didn’t agree to this.”

“You’ll do it,” The mayor said.

Dan looked worried. “It’ll be tough to keep a lid on it. The ME is expected to do a report; the DA will want an investigation file; the media will be looking into it.”

“The medical examiner is an old friend and will go along with it as long as we’re not breaking any laws. Are we?” the mayor asked.

“It’s a sting operation. We’re not putting out fraudulent reports if we don’t put out any reports. We’ll have to ask the ME to stall it. We’ll have to stall the DA too. We’ll keep the investigation to Dan and myself and maybe one detective. Is there someone you can trust?” David looked at Dan.

“I know a guy.”

“How long can we stall?” David asked the mayor.

“I can hold the medical examiner for a week—maybe ten days tops,” the mayor said. He looked like he was enjoying this.

“Mr. Mayor, I think this would be a good time to go back inside and call it in for the record,” said Dan.

“One more thing.” David surveyed the small circle of people. Rick stood behind Nick, who sat in a chair still clutching his chest. The mayor stood next to them, impeccably dressed in his black suit and tasteful blue-and-silver-striped tie. Dan stood shoulder to shoulder with him. David looked at them all with the gravest expression he could summon.

“No one outside of this group is to know—not for the next ten days. You must keep it quiet. Rick, you’ll have to stay inside your home for the duration.”

“But I live with Theresa, my fiancée. She’ll have to know.”

“And I’m going to have to call this in to my chief in New York,” Nick said.

“Then there’s the ME and the DA and my guy, the best detective we have on the force. He’s one of the governor’s men,” Dan said.

David looked at them all again and took a breath. Luckily he loved when a case got complicated.