“You keep in touch with any of them?”
Cassidy looked past him and saw Julie peering around the corner of the doorway.
Cassidy slowly rose and said, “Come on in here, girl.”
Julie eyed Robie, who nodded. She stepped into the office.
“Closer,” said Cassidy.
Julie drew nearer to the desk.
Cassidy stubbed out his cigar in an ashtray and rubbed his chin. “Damn.”
“What is it?” asked Vance.
“You’re Julie, aren’t you?” said Cassidy.
“I am. But I don’t know you.”
“I knew your parents real well. How they doing?”
Robie said, “How do you know them?”
“Like you said, the squad. Curtis Getty and me served together. Saved my ass a couple times in Gulf One.”
“I didn’t even know my dad was in the Army until just recently,” said Julie.
Cassidy nodded, but didn’t look surprised by this. “He wasn’t much of a talker.”
“How did you know I was Julie? I don’t think we’ve ever met.”
“Because you look just like your mother. Same eyes, same dimple, everything. And we have met. Only you were just a baby. Diapered you a couple of times myself. Probably botched the job. Not great with little kids.”
“So you kept in touch with them?” asked Robie.
“Not for a long time. I haven’t seen them since Julie turned one.”
“What happened?”
Cassidy looked away and shrugged. “Folks get busy. Drift apart.” He eyed Julie. “Your mom doing okay?”
“No, she’s dead.”
“What?” Cassidy said quickly. “What the hell happened?” He put one hand on the desk to steady himself.
Robie said, “She and Curtis were murdered.”
“Murdered!” Cassidy dropped back into his chair. The questions tumbled out. “Why? How? Who did it?”
“We were hoping you could help us answer those questions,” said Robie.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you.”
“Like I said, I haven’t seen the Gettys in a long time.”
“Didn’t you know they lived in D.C.?” asked Robie.
“No. They didn’t use to live around here. They were in Pennsylvania last time I saw them.”
“Pennsylvania?” exclaimed Julie. “I didn’t know that. I thought they were from California.”
“Curtis might’ve been. But when we got back to the States they lived over near Pittsburgh. That was the last time I saw them, you understand. Didn’t know they’d moved down here.”
Vance said, “So you were living in Pennsylvania too back then?”
“Yeah. In fact, I lived with them for a while. Long time ago. Trying to get back on my feet. I actually knew your mom before she met your dad. They got married while he was still in uniform. I was at the wedding.”
Robie glanced at Julie and noted her wide-eyed look at all this new information about her parents.
Cassidy continued. “Anyway, after Gulf One I didn’t do too well. Got into some bad stuff. They helped me out.”
“Drugs?” asked Robie.
“I wasn’t the one into the drugs,” said Cassidy quietly, looking away from Julie.
“I know my parents had drug problems,” said Julie. “Especially my dad.”
“He was a good man, Julie,” said Cassidy. “Like I said, he saved my butt over in the desert. Earned himself the Bronze with valor. A Purple too. When we were in uniform he never touched even a drop of liquor. But after we came back we were all changed. The war wasn’t that long. Not like Nam or WW II. But we saw some serious stuff over there. Lots of deaths, mostly civilians, women, kids. And lots of guys came back messed up or sick. Anyway, your daddy started using. Pot. Coke. Meth. Your mom tried to get him straight, but never really could. And then she fell into that crap too. Hard as hell to get out of that hole once you’re in it.”
“And what was your vice?” Vance asked.
“I was a drunk,” said Cassidy frankly.
“And yet you own a bar?” said Robie.
“Best way to test yourself on a daily basis. I’m surrounded by the best stuff, and I haven’t touched a drop of it in over a decade.”
“Julie’s fourteen. So about thirteen years ago was the last time you saw the Gettys?” asked Vance.
“That’s what I said.”
Robie looked around the spacious office. “The Gettys were pretty down on their luck. Might’ve been good if you’d returned the favor and helped them out.”
Cassidy said, “Would’ve been glad to do it. If I could’ve found them.” He opened his desk drawer and pushed a button located on the inside of it. A portrait of a woman on a horse on the wall behind his desk clicked open, revealing a safe.
He opened the safe, pulled out a stack of letters, and held them up. “Letters I wrote to your parents, Julie, over the years. All returned unopened, addressee unknown. I spent a lot of time and money trying to find you all. Never thought to look in my own backyard.”
He tossed the letters down on his desk and sat back in his chair. “I can’t believe they’re dead,” he said, his voice quavering. He wiped at his eyes and shook his head.
Robie looked at the letters. “Lot of effort went into those.”
“Like I said, they were my friends. Curtis saved my life. They helped me when I needed it.” He looked at Julie. “If your parents are gone, who are you staying with? Who’s taking care of you?”
“Them, for now,” said Julie, indicating Robie and Vance.
“Is she in protective custody or something?” asked Cassidy.
“Or something,” replied Robie.
Cassidy looked at Julie. “I can help you. I would like to help you, just like I wanted to help your parents.”
“We can talk about that later,” said Robie. “Is there nothing else you can tell us about Getty, or the other members of the squad?”
“Like I said, I haven’t kept in touch.”
“Do you remember Gabriel Siegel and Elizabeth Claire?”
“Yeah, I do. How are they doing?”
“Not so great, actually. How about Rick Wind?”
“Yeah, he was a good guy. Fine soldier.”
“He’s dead now too. So is Leo Broome.”
Cassidy stood and slapped his desktop. “All these people from my old squad have been killed?”
“Not all of them. But the mortality rate is higher than we’d like to see,” said Vance dryly.
“Should I be worried?” asked Cassidy.
“I think everyone should be worried,” replied Robie.
CHAPTER
85
As they walked back to the car Robie said, “We’ve visited all three and nothing happened.”
“Meaning they didn’t tip their hand as to which one was important,” said Vance.
