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With his presence accounted for, the bailiff opened the door to their courtroom and the group began to file in. Her new circle of friends were looking at her with bemusement and skepticism.

      Maybe she hadn’t lied as well as she thought.

      DECKER HANDED NEPTUNE Brady a copy of Oliver’s guard list. Not only had Scott included the duties of each security officer, but he had also managed to find out who, if any, had a police record; a surprising number of them did. Most of the offenses were misdemeanors, but there were a half-dozen felonies among the twenty-two names: eight more added to the original list of fourteen.

      Decker took in Brady’s face. It was clear that the head of Kaffey Personal Security hadn’t slept in a very long time. He raked a hand through a nest of black greasy curls.

      “Look it over and see if you have anything to add.”

      Brady’s blue eyes yo-yoed up and down the sheet. “Looks pretty good.”

      “How’d you manage to employ so many men with records?”

      “Not me, Lieutenant.” Brady sighed. “Kaffey had a soft spot for the disenfranchised.”

      “Yeah, Grant Kaffey said something about Guy hiring delinquents, but I can’t believe you went along with it.” Decker pointed to a name. “This isn’t spray painting. This guy, Ernesto Sanchez, has two aggravated assaults—”

      “Look at the dates. The convictions are years old. He went through rehab years ago and got his life back together. There’s nothing more pious than a reformed drunk. Guy was involved in all sorts of bleeding-heart programs for the socially disadvantaged. It was horseshit, but when Guy got in those kinds of moods, I just did what he told me.”

      Brady’s blue eyes were bloodshot. He had changed from his original clothes to a freshly laundered blue oxford button-down shirt and a pair of designer jeans. He kept playing with the collar on his shirt.

      “The social consciousness was part of it. The other part was that Kaffey was a tightass and I was on a budget. These guys worked cheap.”

      “You’re telling me that a man as rich as Guy Kaffey would hire felons because they worked cheap?”

      “Exactamente, mi amigo!” He sighed again and ran his hands down his face. “The ranch is vast and the acreage bleeds into public trails. That kind of isolation comes with a price. Despite all the fences and the barbed wire and the alarms, the place has dozens of ways to get in and dozens of ways to get out. You need an army to really secure every exit and entrance and Kaffey wasn’t willing to pay for it. He’d give me names and phone numbers and I’d say, Sure, boss.”

      “There are twenty-two names on this list. That’s a pretty big posse.”

      “They didn’t all work at once,” Brady explained. “And the turnover was high. I needed a posse just to keep the system going. Kaffey told me we didn’t need geniuses, just bodies. Usually there were only four guards per shift. Guy was happy with that arrangement most of the time.”

      “So when wasn’t he happy with the arrangement?”

      Brady paused. “Sometimes he felt vulnerable. When he was in those kinds of moods, I’d have as many as a dozen men roaming the property.”

      “What about on the night of the murders?”

      “Four guards were contracted to work. If Kaffey had asked for more guards, he didn’t call me up and tell me to arrange it.”

      “Maybe he knew you were busy with a sick father and didn’t want to disturb you.”

      Brady’s laugh was bitter. “You think that consideration for his employees was ever a factor with Kaffey?”

      “He let you go to Oakland to nurse your father back to health.”

      “At the time, my father was an inch away from dying. He had no choice. I was going even if it cost me my job.”

      “Yet he let you stay up in Oakland an extra week.”

      “That wasn’t Guy Kaffey, that was Gil Kaffey. Not that Gil isn’t a shark, but he can be human. Guy was loud, abrasive, and demanding. Then like that”—he snapped his fingers—“he’d be the nicest, most generous man on earth. I never knew which Guy would show up. His moods were random.”

      “I’ve pulled up a few of the most recent articles on Gil. As of nine months ago, he wasn’t married. Is that still the case?”

      “Gil is gay.”

      “Okay.” Decker flipped through some of the articles and skimmed the text. “Doesn’t mention anything about that in anything I’ve read.”

      “Where’d you get the articles from?”

       “Wall Street Journal…Newsweek…U.S. News & World Report.”

      “Why should they mention Gil being gay? He’s a hard-nosed businessman, not head of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance. He keeps a low personal profile.”

      Decker said, “Does he have a partner?”

      “No. He had a partner for about five years, but they broke up about six months ago.”

      “Name?”

      “Antoine Resseur. He used to live in West Hollywood. I don’t know what he’s doing now.”

      “Why’d they break up?”

      “I don’t know. That wasn’t my business.”

      “Let’s get back to your business. Did you do security for Gil as well as Guy?”

      “No, because Gil didn’t want me to. He owns a seven-thousand-square-foot midcentury house in Trousdale and had it outfitted with a state-of-the-art security system. Occasionally, I’ve seen him with a bodyguard, but most of the time he flies below the radar.”

      “Were Guy and Gilliam Kaffey your only employers?”

      “Yes. It’s a full-time job and then some. For as little sleep as I got, I should have been a doctor.” Brady rubbed his forehead and shook his head. “I was always asking Guy for more money, not for myself but in order to hire a better caliber of guys. I must have told Kaffey a thousand times that a little bit more money can go a long way. All those millions…what else is money for?”

      “Maybe he took a hit in the market.”

      “The unemployment rate has skyrocketed. He could have had his pick of the litter in legitimate guards. Why choose losers on purpose?”

      “Hard to understand,” Decker said.

      “Impossible to understand, but that was Guy. One minute he was totally cavalier about his personal safety, then he’d suddenly become totally paranoid. I could understand the paranoia. What I didn’t get was the laissez-faire attitude. You’re a target. Why skimp on your own safety?”

      A thought came into Decker’s head. “Was he on any psychiatric medication?”

      Brady said, “Talk to his doctor.”

      “He was manic-depressive?”

      “It’s called bipolar disorder.” Brady tapped his toe. “This could get me fired…” Then he laughed. “Like I’m not in deep shit already?”

      Decker waited.

      Brady said, “It’s like this. When Guy was in one of his…expansive moods, he’d talk about his condition to anyone who’d listen. About how his wife wanted him to take his lithium and he didn’t want to do it.”

      “Why not?”

      “Guy claimed that when he was on lithium, it did stabilize him. It lifted him out of his lows. The problem was it also sliced the tops off his highs. He said he couldn’t afford to have his highs chopped off. His highs allowed him to take chances. His highs were

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