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Joseph Decker had a small farm over near Goldmine Road, above the town of Breezewood. Joseph Decker raised cattle, pigs and some cereal crops. He wasn't wealthy, but he paid his bills and his family never suffered from the "I wants". That's why Sheriff Dunkle never understood what happened to Carl and Adam Decker. Joseph Decker was a widower with four kids. His daughter, Karen helped him run the farm and his daughter Twyla was married and living in Altoona. Carl had gone into prison with a bad temper and come out with a worse one. He lived in a trailer on the farm. The sheriff knew it was over in the woods somewhere behind the barn.
Arriving at the Decker farm, Sheriff Dunkle pulled up in front of the house and got out of his car. Leaning against the hood of his vehicle, he waited for Booth to park his truck and then get out with Sweets and come over to where he stood.
The Sheriff dreaded this upcoming interview. "This is not going to be an easy interview. Joseph Decker has been accusing my deputies of dragging their feet since his boy came up missing. He's not going to take the announcement of his son's death very well."
Booth understood the pressure the Sheriff was under. "Do you want me to tell him about his son?"
Slowly shaking his head again, Sheriff stood up straight. "No . . . Joseph is my responsibility, not yours. I was elected to do the hard stuff, so I guess I better do it. Wait here and I'll go tell him Adam is dead. I'll call you over when I'm done."
Walking up the pathway to the house, the Sheriff stopped and looked back at Booth and then turned back up the pathway.
Sweets felt bad for the man. "There's someone who really doesn't want to do his job right now. I feel sorry for him."
His gaze sweeping the area, Booth decided the farm seemed to be prosperous. "It's all part of the job, Sweets. As much as we all hate to do death notifications it never gets easier and that's the God's truth."
The thought someone cold doing a notification sent a shiver down Sweets' spine. "I hope not. I sure would hate for someone to tell me about a loved ones death and then realize that the person doing the notification didn't give a fig about what he was saying."
Watching the Sheriff, Booth saw him climb the stairs to the porch, stop at the front door of the house and knock on it. Not getting an answer, the Sheriff knocked again. Waiting for a few minutes, the Sheriff turned around and walked back to where Booth and Sweets were standing.
"Maybe we should try the barn." Sheriff Dunkle pointed at the big barn.
In agreement, Booth turned around and walked towards the barn, Sweets and the Sheriff following behind. Looking around the area, Booth spotted a man working on a tractor across the field from the barn. Changing direction, he pointed at the tractor and he and his group moved in that direction. As soon as he was within four feet of the tractor, Sheriff Dunkle called out to the man.
"Hey, Joseph. I need to talk to you." Sheriff Dunkle shouted loudly to be heard.
Turning around, Joseph saw the Sheriff and his companions. With a scowl on his face, he switched off the tractor and the silence was momentarily deafening. "What do you want?"
Sheriff Dunkle stepped foward a few paces and took off his hat. "I have some bad news for you, Joseph. Your boy Adam has been found. There isn't an easy way to say it, so I'm just going to just tell you, Adam is dead. His body was found a few days ago. The FBI is looking into the case."
Turning pale, Joseph leaned over and threw up. Booth had seen that reaction before and had been prepared for it, standing about six feet from the bereaved. "You just never know how someone will react." Booth thought. "I hate it when they throw up though. It makes me feel like upchucking myself."
Sweets, having a weak stomach when it came to stuff like that, looked away and swallowed a lot trying not to react.
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After a few minutes, Joseph Decker straightened up, wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand and glared at the Sheriff. "How did he die?"
"He was shot," Sheriff Dunkle knew that Joseph was angry. "He and Christy Clark's bodies were found in the Juniata River . . . in barrels." Pointing towards Booth, Sheriff Dunkle introduced him. "This is FBI Agent Booth and he would like to ask you some questions."
Joseph walked away from his tractor and stopped when he got to an old bench standing next to the barn. Sitting down on the bench, Joseph placed his head on his hands.
Walking over to where Joseph Decker was sitting, Booth stopped and stood about three feet from Joseph. "I'm sorry for your loss Mr. Decker. I know this is very hard for you . . . I need to ask you a few questions so that I can find who did this to your son . . . Do you know if Adam was in trouble before he disappeared? Did he have someone after him about anything? Was Adam fighting with anyone?"
Not looking up, Joseph Decker stared at the ground. "Adam was a good man, Agent Booth. He made some bad decisions when he was young, but he paid for those mistakes. He's been walking the straight and narrow since he got out of prison. The only ones that I can think of that had a problem with Adam was Tom Sparks and Jesse Winters. Adam was in an accident a few years ago and Tom's brother was killed and Jesse's son was hurt pretty badly . . . They both blamed Adam."
Joseph wanted Booth to understand the situation so he looked up and stared at the agent. "They may be jerks, but I don't think they would kill my boy. Not after all of these years and they sure as hell wouldn't have killed Christy . . . Christy was an angel and everyone that knew her loved her. I don't know who did this, but you might want to talk to my boy, Carl. I hate to say it, but Carl is always scheming and maybe he did something to cause this."
Standing up, Joseph looked at the Sheriff and shook his head. Jamming his hands in his pants pockets, Joseph walked away from the law and up towards his house. Climbing the stairs to his porch, Joseph stopped at the top and turned back around. Calling out, Joseph warned the Sheriff. "Don't call Twyla about this Sheriff. I'll drive over to Altoona in a little bit and tell her about her brother. I have to wait until Karen comes back home first." Pointing towards the woods to the right of the barn, he advised them. "If you follow the dirt road to the right of the barn, it will take you to Carl's trailer. He's home." Turning around, Joseph opened the door to his house and walked inside, closing the door firmly behind him.
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