'Had some, but I can have some more,' Becker said. 'I like breakfast.'
We went into the dining room and sat in a booth.
'Fella outside sitting in his car with the motor running,' Becker said. 'Know about him?'
'Yeah. He's been assigned by Security South to follow me.'
'And by luck you happened to spot him,' Becker said.
'They could have tailed me with a walrus,' I said, 'and been better off.'
The waitress brought juice and coffee. We ordered breakfast.
'You know why he's tailing you?'
'He's supposed to make sure I don't go near Three Fillies-house or stables.'
'And if you do?'
'He calls for backup and they restrain me.'
Becker made a little grunt that was probably his version of a laugh.
'Be my guess that you don't restrain all that easy,' he said.
'Maybe it won't come to that,' I said. 'So far, I've been outthinking them.'
Becker added some cream to his coffee, and four sugars, and stirred it carefully.
'Got some stuff back on Delroy,' Becker said. 'He's got a record.'
'Good.'
'He used to be a cop. Then he wasn't. After he wasn't he was busted twice for scamming money from women. Once in Dayton. Once in Cincinnati. Did no time-in both cases the women changed their minds at the last minute and wouldn't testify against him.'
' 'Cause they still loved him?'
'Don't know,' Becker said. 'But here's a clue. He served three years for assault in Pennsylvania.'
'Think he might have threatened the witnesses?'
'Been done,' Becker said.
'It has,' I said. 'Where was he a cop?'
'Dayton. I called the chief up there. Chief says Delroy was shaking down prostitutes. There was a police pay raise being debated by the city council. So they let him resign quietly. Which he did.'
'They get the pay raise?'
Becker drank some coffee and put the cup down and smiled.
'No.'
'Bet they're glad they let him walk,' I said.
'They are,' Becker said. 'We don't like to go public on bad cops.'
'Sure,' I said. 'Who'd he assault?'
'Don't know,' Becker said. 'Probably some nosy Yankee private eye trying to get the goods on him.'
'Anyone would,' I said. 'You know what I'd like to see?'
'I've always wondered,' Becker said.
The waitress brought our breakfast. Becker really did like breakfast-he had eggs and bacon and pancakes and a side of home fries. I had a couple of biscuits.
'I'd like to see Clive's last will and testament.'
'Thought you talked to Vallone.'
'I did. But I don't think Vallone says everything he knows all the time. In fact, call me crazy, but I don't think Vallone tells the truth all the time.'
'And him an officer of the court,' Becker said.
'What it looks like is that somebody in his family killed Clive to keep him from changing his will to include his illegitimate son.'
After some work, I got a little grape jelly out of one of those little foil-covered containers and put it on my biscuit. Becker signaled the waitress for more coffee.
'They'd kill him to keep somebody from getting a quarter of what they were going to split three ways? Unless there was a lot less than we think, that doesn't make a lot of sense.'
'It doesn't seem to. But what else makes any sense? He was killed two days after his DNA test confirmed Jason. Is that a coincidence?'
'Could be a coincidence,' Becker said.
'And it could be a coincidence that the horse shooting stopped when Clive died.'
'Or the shooter figured there was too much heat and went on vacation,' Becker said.
