The Body of David Hayes

“My access.”

“Security clearance?”

“Yes.”

“You the only one with this clearance?”

“Hardly.”

“How many others?”

She had called for the meeting and yet they were working his agenda. “I’m not sure.”

“Not sure or won’t tell?”

“You’ll have to go above me for that. Sorry.”

“We don’t want to get into this, do we?” His eyes drilled into her. Whatever past they’d shared was briefly forgotten. “Me, explaining how it was that Hayes came to you before anyone else?” He waited. “It’s a simple enough question, Liz.”

“And I’m forbidden from answering it. I signed documents. What you’re asking is something I cannot do- consequences be what they may.”

Foreman set down the clean and reassembled weapon and pushed back from the table.

She filled the resulting silence. “My point in calling you was to let you know that an opportunity exists to make a deal with David.”

“Your point in calling me,” Foreman corrected, “was to find out how much I know.”

“He’s clearly terrified at the moment, and I would think you’d want to jump on that.”

Foreman steamed, still not recovered from her refusal. “I’m on your side. Don’t make me jump through hoops just to understand the way this works. Understanding it is one thing. Stopping him is another. And it’ll be impossible if I don’t know what he knows. And he worked there, Liz… at the bank. That puts me at a distinct disadvantage from the get-go. How can I protect the other people with this clearance rating if I don’t know who they are?”

“You’ll have to go above me.”

“Goddamn it!” Foreman slapped the table. The gun jumped. So did Liz. “Sorry,” he said, composing himself.

His display of temper rattled her; she didn’t know this side of Danny Foreman. How on earth did this case get so personal for him? “Cut a deal with him, Danny. If you use me, use me to bring him that deal.”

“I’ll work on it.”

“And do it quickly, because I’m going to lay this all out for Lou, and after that… You know Lou.”

“Give me a day.”

“Can’t. I’ve got to tell him tonight.”

“There are channels to go through.”

“At the bank, too.”

“Give me a break.”

She offered him her own deal. “I’ll explore permission to turn over what you need… our classified information… if you’ll put together that deal.”

“Once Lou is involved he won’t let you within a mile of David Hayes. Don’t kid yourself.”

“So we’ll both work quickly,” Liz proposed. “There are still a few hours left in the day.”

“I don’t know about you, but my guys don’t move that fast. This is the government, don’t forget.”

“Try.”

“As if I have a choice,” he said, and acknowledged with a sly grin that Liz had won the first round.

FOUR

UNACCUSTOMED TO SUCH THINGS, LIZ suffered a bout of depression as she rode an elevator toward the fifth floor of the Public Safety Building and her husband’s office. Revisiting the Affair-capital A- was certain to disturb and disrupt Lou, was certain to strain and test their marriage, and just the thought of that made her skin clammy, her neck tense. She’d never once been called to the principal’s office, but now she knew how it felt.

Like this old public building, there had been an earlier time when their marriage had shone in all its glory. Now the place existed in a ponderous state of absolute cheerlessness. She hoped their relationship was not destined to suffer a similar fate.

Required to check in with an attendant outside of Crimes Against Persons, Liz indirectly alerted Lou to her arrival and he was waiting for her as she was buzzed through the door. To her relief, he looked neither troubled nor angry, and just seeing him made her feel better.

“Hey, you,” she said.

He said nothing, escorting her into his office and shutting the door. Seeing their children’s artwork taped and tacked to the walls and corkboard alongside crime scene photos and photocopied memos twisted Liz into a knot. She wanted-needed-to keep this businesslike yet personal, honest and yet not too specific, keeping in mind his feelings above her own. He was certain to take this as being as much of a shock as she had when she’d received that first call from David. She remembered her own reaction as breathless and frightened, and wanted to remember to give him a chance to recover, regardless of what his steeled exterior revealed. As a cop, Lou Boldt could hide anything going on inside him.

She sat down, and to her great relief Lou turned a chair to face her, forgoing his regular chair behind the desk. “Hey there yourself,” he finally said.

She kept in mind that he questioned people for a living. He turned them around on themselves to where they would confess to what they had no intention of revealing. Both a good listener and quick on his feet, Lou was not to be challenged. She schooled herself not to get competitive or defensive.

“We need to go back several years,” she began, “to the embezzlement.”

“Okay.” But it wasn’t okay and he knew that, for it also marked another event in their lives.

She plunged in. “In all this time, you’ve never asked me with whom I had the affair.”

“You’ve never told me,” he said, making a point of his impression of the proper order of things.

“I can’t tell you how much I respected you for that. Appreciated your leaving that choice to me. I know it can’t have been easy.”

“None of this has ever been easy,” Lou said, “for either of us. I wanted to know so I wouldn’t keep guessing every time we attended a bank function. I didn’t want to know because comparisons were inevitable, and I didn’t want to carry my own inadequacies around, didn’t want to face where I’d failed you, didn’t want to judge you for your taste in lovers and hate you for it. For the record, I’m over that stuff now. It’s history.”

He had a tendency to speak like this, adopting phrases from his work-“for the record”-and subjecting her to them.

“It’s David Hayes.”

She watched as the news hit him, actually glad to see he couldn’t carry this off with a stone face and calm exterior. He paled, nodded. “The embezzler. Danny Foreman’s stakeout.” He nodded again, pieces fitting together for him.

“He was with I.T. Back then. This is before I was promoted to oversee the department.”

“Did you know anything about it at the time? The embezzlement?”

The similarity of this question to that of Danny Foreman bothered her.

She rehashed for him the known facts of the embezzlement-the wire fraud, the missing seventeen million, the belief that the money still resided somewhere on the bank’s servers, and Danny Foreman’s determination to intercept any attempt to retrieve the stolen funds and the software responsible for hiding it, and to identify the people whose money it had been. Her husband stayed with her, never interrupting, his ear turned slightly toward her, his eyes fixed as if she’d winded him.

“David contacted me at the office yesterday, and I went to see him.”

Lou nodded. She wanted more from him than this, any expression of his internal emotions. Anything but talking to a robot.

She described the threats Hayes had received, the physical beating he’d taken, and her insistence he go to the