Hardy nodded. Maybe he'd exaggerated about needing to see her right away, but here they were now, and he couldn't feel bad about it. He felt that things had begun to move quickly, and he didn't want to lose his momentum. 'There's a good chance that the FBI talked to the Khalils and didn't let the prosecution know. If that's true, we've got an appealable issue.'
'Well, I'm glad. But I don't know anything about that.'
'No. I didn't think you did.' Hardy hesitated for a moment. 'I wanted to ask you a few questions about Ron Nolan.'
She rubbed her hand across her forehead, brushed a hair away. 'I knew it was going to have to come to that again someday.'
'Why did you know that?'
'I don't know. He was such a mistake. I still don't know why…' Letting the thought hang until there was no other way to complete it. 'I feel like the whole thing is my fault.'
'How is that?'
'If I hadn't gone and told Evan about Ron tipping off the FBI. Ron knew I'd do that once he told me. He just played me. And then Evan went up to his place…'
'So you think Evan did kill him?'
'Well, I mean…I don't think he was himself at the time. But I guess…'
'You guess so?'
She shrugged again, then nodded. 'I don't know what else could have happened.'
'A lot else could have happened, Tara. Nobody seems to know what happened. So unless Evan told you something that didn't make the trial-'
'No! He didn't do that. He didn't remember.'
'I believe him. You might be happier if you believed that too. But what I'm wondering is if Ron ever talked to you about his work with Allstrong? You went together for how long?'
'September to May. How long is that? Eight months? What do you want to know about his work?'
'Whatever you can tell me.'
'Well, he liked it, it paid very well, he was gone a lot.'
'Back and forth to Iraq?'
'Sometimes.'
'Even though he was under suspicion for causing the blow-up at Masbah?'
'I never knew about that until Evan told me just before Ron and I broke up. But that really didn't worry Ron. Nothing worried Ron. I'm pretty sure he went over to Iraq at least three, maybe four times. To get paid in cash if nothing else.'
'In cash?'
'Yes.' She adjusted herself in the seat. 'He showed me a wrapped-up brick of something like fifty thousand dollars in cash after one of his trips.'
'What did he get that for?'
'I think it was just how he got his regular pay sometimes. That's what he told me.'
'How did he get that back into the country?'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean, you can't enter the country with that kind of money in cash. You've got to claim it at customs.'
She shook her head. 'No. Ron didn't have any problem with that. He always flew by military transport out of Travis. He knew all the pilots and the commanders and everything. It was just part of how Allstrong did business.'
'Tara,' Hardy asked, 'didn't it ever occur to you that Ron brought those frag grenades over from Iraq the same way, and that he'd killed the Khalils with them?'
'Of course. I knew Evan hadn't done that anyway. But there wasn't really any proof that Ron had either. But then, he was such a liar. He lied about everything to me. And to Evan.'
'Did you ever hear him mention anything about the Khalils?'
'No. Not really. Not until they were dead, anyway.' She looked at Hardy in a pout of frustration. 'I wish I knew what you were trying to get me to say. If it would help Evan, I'd say it. But I didn't know much about Ron's work at all.'
'I'm not trying to get you to say anything, Tara. I'm trying to get a handle on Ron Nolan, on what was going on around him. See if that leads me anywhere on this appeal.'
'Well, for a handle, I can help you there. He said he was a warrior.'
'A warrior. What did he mean by that?'
'Oh, we talked about that a lot. I really didn't like it, or agree with him, but when he talked he could make it sound like it made perfect sense.'
'What did, exactly?'
'That the world needed warriors, and the job of the warrior was to kill. And that's who he was, how he defined himself.'
'As a killer?'
'A killer.' She nodded. 'And I'm sure he was. One time…well, no, never mind.'
'What?'
She paused, then shrugged. 'Well, it was one of our first dates…'
35
Glitsky was on the phone at his desk, talking to his closest connection in the FBI, Bureau Chief Bill Schuyler, with whom he'd had many previous, nearly amicable dealings. Now the tone didn't ring with cooperation and friendship.
'Bill,' Glitsky said, 'you're telling me both agents quit?'
'Yes, sir.'
'At the same time?'
'I'm not at liberty to disclose that, Abe. They're no longer with the Bureau. That's all I know.'
'Could I talk to their superior?'
'I am their superior, Abe. What else do you want to know?'
'I want to know where they are.'
'I just told you. They quit.'
'You just also told me that you were their superior. And two hours ago when we last talked, you didn't know they'd left the Bureau.'
'I hadn't worked with them personally in a while, Abe. I guess they got away from me.'
After a small pause, Glitsky tried again. 'This is a murder case, Bill. Freed and Riggio testified a couple of years ago down in Redwood City and it would be helpful to know who they talked to.'
'Wouldn't that all be in the record?'
'We were wondering if any of their reports dealing with that case happened not to get turned over to the DA.'
'I'm sure they turned over everything they were supposed to. And you're investigating a homicide in Redwood City? Isn't that outside of your jurisdiction? And who is we?'
'The Redwood City case might be connected to a couple of San Francisco homicides, Bill. And we is me and the lawyer I've been working with on this stuff.'
'Well, whoever it is, Freed and Riggio aren't going to be available.'
'Because they've left the Bureau?'
'That's correct, Abe. Anything else?'
'When you say they left the Bureau, Bill, do you mean they joined another federal agency? Or are you telling me a couple of thirty-something FBI agents opened a Dairy Queen in Texas and didn't tell you where?'
'Always a pleasure to talk to you, Abe. Have a nice day.'
