would have to decide if he could still work with the man. The way he was feeling, maybe he and Mike should open their own version of Murder, Inc. Something like, Revenge, Inc. He even had the slogan. 'You pay, then they pay.' That would give them both a chance to act out in grand style.
For now, though, he had to find out what he could about Lucy O'Connor.
Darrell had called to say that he and Maria were headed to her apartment. If she was not there and McCaskey did not expect her to be he needed to know where she could have gone.
'There is one thing about her you should know,' Herbert told him.
'What is that?' McCaskey asked.
'She was busted while she was a student at Carnegie-Mellon,' Herbert informed him.
'For what?'
'Riding the horse,' Herbert said.
'Lucy was a heroin addict?'
'That's what the Pittsburgh PD records say,' Herbert said. 'Did six months in the pokey, where she went through rehab.'
'Impossible. That would have showed up on her background check,'
McCaskey said. 'She never would have been allowed near Congress.'
'Unless someone had the file buried and told her one day there would be payback,' Herbert said. 'A real-life Don Corleone.'
'Orr or Link,' McCaskey said. 'So how did you find the record?'
'I didn't,' Herbert said. 'Routine check of her college years turned up a bust at the frat house where Lucy lived. Her name wasn't mentioned. I called one of the kids who did time. She said, hell, yeah, Lucy was with her in the clink.'
'She would have known how to give the injections,' McCaskey said.
'That's one more reason to believe she is the killer.'
'Most likely. You're an aspiring journalist who screwed up, someone rescues you, gives you all kinds of access there are people who would kill to protect that,' Herbert said. 'There are people who have killed for less.'
'True, though I'm not going to sign on to that until I talk to the woman,' McCaskey said.
'I agree.'
'Speaking of which, if we don't find her at home, you have any suggestions where we should try next?' McCaskey asked.
'I sent Stephen Viens over to the NRO,' Herbert said. 'He's got an hour on the Auto-Search program in the Domestic Surveillance Platform.'
The DSP was a new Homeland Security satellite. It was located in a geostationary orbit and kept pointed on the metro D.C. area. It had the ability to pinpoint cars by shape, weight, and the specific configuration of the dashboard electronics. Once spotted, the onboard camera could zoom in to read the license number. If suspicious individuals were seen getting into a particular vehicle or renting a specific car, the DSP could find and track them with relative ease.
'How did Viens swing time on that?' McCaskey asked. 'The DSP is Homeland's baby.'
'All I know is that Paul made a call,' Herbert told him. 'He got us the hour.'
'Impressive,' McCaskey said.
'I guess someone figured they owed us one or else felt sorry for us,'
Herbert said. 'Anyway, Ms. O'Connor drives a red Mustang convertible.
If she is on the road, we will find her.'
