'You look puzzled,' said Bonson.
'I can't figure it out,' said Bob.
'I'm getting a little alarm. Don't know what it is. Something you said--' Photograph.
'You don't know what Fitzpatrick looks like?'
'No. No photos. That's how good he was.'
What is wrong?
'Why aren't there any photos?'
'We never got close enough. We were never there. We were always behind him. It took too long, I told you. I was trying to set up a--' Photograph.
'There is a photograph.'
'I don't--' 'The FBI has a photograph. The FBI was there.'
'We're not on the same page. The FBI was where?'
'At the farm. The farm in Germantown in 1971. Trig had told Donny where it was. My wife went out there with Donny the night he was trying to decide whether or not to give up Crowe. He was looking for Trig for guidance. She saw Fitzpatrick. She said the FBI was there, and when she and Donny left, they got their picture. They were on the hill above the farm. They were about to bust Trig.'
'The FBI was not there. The FBI was back in Washington with Lieutenant Commander Bonson trying to figure out where the hell everybody had gone to,' 'There were agents there. They got a picture of Donny and Julie leaving the farm. She told me that less than a week ago.'
'It wasn't the FBI.'
'Could it have been some other security agency, moving in on Trig, unaware of the--' 'No. It didn't work that way. We were together.'
'Who was there?'
'Call your wife. Find out.'
He pushed the phone toward Bob, who took out the small piece of paper on which he had written the number of the ranch house in Custer County.
He dialed, listened as the phone rang. It was midafternoon out there.
After three rings, he heard, 'Hello?'
'Sally?'
'Oh, the husband. The missing husband. Where the hell have you been! She is in great discomfort and you have not called in days.'
'I'm sorry, I've been involved in some stuff.'
'Bob, this is your family. Don't you understand that?'
'I understand that. I'm just about to come home and spell you and everything will be happy. She did separate from me, you remember.'
'You still have responsibilities,' she said.
'You are not on vacation.'
'I am trying to take care of things. How's Nikki?'
'She's fine. It's snowing. They say there's going to be a bad snowfall, one of those late spring things.'
'It's June, for God's sake.'
'They do things by their own rules in Idaho.'
'I guess so. Is Julie able to come to the phone? It's important.'
'I'll see if she's awake.'
He waited and the minutes passed.
At last another extension clicked on, and his wife said, 'Bob?'
'Yes. How are you?'
'I'm all right. I'm still in a cast, but at least I'm out of that awful traction.'
'Traction sucks.'
'Where are you?'
'I'm in Washington right now, working on this thing.'
'God, Bob. No wonder my lawyer couldn't find you.'
'I'll be home soon. I just have this thing to deal with.'
She was silent.
'I had to ask you something.'
'What?'
