buzzed for Mccarty, who came in with his ever-present notebook at the ready.
“Dan, get back to that cop and set up a meeting for tomorrow. Coordinate with Sherman’s office. Plan for thirty minutes maximum. He and the woman were close, by the way. He didn’t know anything about this.’Took the wind right out of his sails.”
“He knew her and didn’t know the woman had died?
Damn. I guess I should have checked.”
Carpenter was silent just long enough to let his EA know that he agreed with that observation. “Yeah, well, those things happen,” he said finally. “He agreeing -away to talk to the cops. Didn’t seem to care about them, or the insurance business. More upset at what had happened to the woman. Said he was divorced and that they’d been dating for a couple of years and then broke it off, friendly like.”
Carpenter stood and gathered up his cap and briefcase.. “Let me get my hat and I’ll walk down the hall with you,” Mccarty said. “I assume you’re going to handle this one personally?”
That mental twitch about the bio bothered Carpenter.
“Yes, I think so. For now, anyway.”
“Yes, sir. Have you briefed the CNO on this issue?”
They walked through the outer office and into the corridor before Carpenter, not wanting to talk about this in front of the staff yeomen, replied. “No. Not yet. I want to see how this meeting develops. If it’s a firefly, the CNO doesn’t need to be bothered. If there’s something to it, we’ll need more facts before I approach the throne. Which reminds me. I’d like to have one of our staff attorneys present. Just in case that cop wasn’t telling the whole truth about the purpose of this little sdance. Like if it turns out Sherman needs a lawyer. I’d like to have someone there who can be in on it from the git-go.”
Mccarty had his notebook out again. “Somebody who could defend him? Or someone who will hold his hand and keep us in the loop at the same time?”
Carpenter smiled the way he did when his aides read his thoughts with such facility. “The latter,” he said. “And somebody who is perhaps underemployed at the moment.”
Mccarty smiled. “Oh-ho. A certain lady commander perhaps,” he said as they went down the stairs to the second floor.
“As always, you’re way ahead of me, Dan,” Carpenter said, laughing now.
Even the normally taciturn Mccarty managed a brief smile before he remembered something else. “Oh, Admiral, one last scheduling matter for tomorrow. Warren Beasely’s relief has reported-from NIS Carpenter stopped as they reached the second-floor landing leading into the A-ring. “This the guy we heard about?
Von something?”
“Yes, sir. A civilian named von Rensel. Wait till you see this guy. He’s huge.”
“He’s not a fat guy, is he?”
“No, sir. Just big. Not tall, either. But really big. He scared Chief O’Brien when he showed up this morning.
Didn’t say anything, just stood there at the chief’s desk until she turned around. I thought O’Brien was gonna faint.”
“Beasely was such a damn wimp,” Carpenter said. “This guy look like a player?”
“Yes, sir, I’d definitely say so. And in all fairness, Beasely was not a well man.”
Yeah, I know, but the net result was that I couldn’t use him the way I wanted to. Okay. Put this von Rensel on my calendar. And get the word to the lady commander, as you call her.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll put in a call this evening. I’m assuming you just want her there to observe the meeting?”
Mccarty asked. “Karen Lawrence is an investigations specialist, not an investigator.” Carpenter gave his EA a sideways look, inspiring Mccarty to backpedal a bit.
“I mean, I know she’s very good at what she does,” he added hastily.
“But her specialty is reviewing other people’s work, not doing investigations herself. Unless-“
“Unless I can get her interested in something long enough for her to pull her damn request for retirement papers,” Carpenter said.
Mccarty shook his head at that prospect. Comdr. Karen Lawrence was an expert lawyer who reviewed Navy field investigation reports to see if they had been conducted thoroughly, properly, and effectively. She was very, very good at it, having that rare ability to sense from the field reports when an investigation had missed something crucial, either because the field investigator was less than competent or because local command authorities were trying to hide something. The problem was that her husband, a wealthy Washington lobbyist, had died very unexpectedly of a heart attack about a year ago. Thereafter, she had simply lost interest in what had been shaping up as a brilliant career in the JAG Corps. Four months ago, she had put her papers in to take retirement on twenty. Admiral Carpenter wanted very much to change her mind about getting out, but he had had no luck at all in persuading her.
“I mean, I understand what she’s probably going through,” Carpenter said. “But as the JAG, I have to take the Navy’s point of view, not hers. With all these sexual harassment cases and the even bigger problem of female integration, I need to keep any lady lawyer who’s as sharp as she is. “
“Yes, sir, I understand. I’m just not too optimistic this will do it. If there is a homicide investigation, she’d be out of her competence.”
“Well,” Carpenter said as they reached the Mall entrance, “maybe put the new NIS guy into it. If it’s out of his competence, then send him back and tell them to try again.
TUESDAY Comdr. Karen Lawrence arrived in her office at eight o’clock, thirty minutes later than everyone else. She had come in early to work out at the Pentagon Officers Athletic Club before work. Since Frank’s death, she had felt the need to get Out of the house’early in the morning, and the 7:00 A.m. athletic-club session offered a good excuse, not to mention the advantage of lighter traffic. But most important, it got her through that emotionally treacherous morning hour when they used to prepare for work together. Together was a nonword these days, and having to live alone again was unexpectedly painful.
The Investigations Review Division of Navy JAG was on the D-ring of the fourth floor of the Pentagon. The office was typical of the Pentagon these days: An office suite designed to hold three officers in 1945 now held eight in a warren of modular furniture enclosed in crumbling ten-foot high plastered walls. Each staff legal officer had approximately an eight-foot-square cubicle. The division boss, Captain Pennington, had a slightly larger cubicle in one corner, under the only window.
Karen said good morning to the staff yeoman and fixed a cup of coffee.
The yeoman waved a telephone message slip at her as she reached her cubicle. “Presence is’re quested, Commander,” she called.
Karen walked back over to pick up the slip, then returned to her cubicle. She flopped down at her desk, patting a damp lock of her dark red hair back into place, and scanned the message: “See Captain Mccarty when you come in.”
Great. No subject, no hint of what he wanted. She looked up as Captain Pennington stuck his head in.
“Good morning, Karen. I hear the EA wants to see you.”
Word travels fast, she thought. “Yes, sir. Good morning.
Any idea on what it’s about?”
“Nope. It was on the office voice mail, six-thirty last night. I told them you hit the athletic club first thing in the so you’re not late or anything.” He looked at his watch. “As long as you’re up there in about the next five minutes.”
“Appreciate that, Captain,” ‘she said. She hesitated. “I hope this isn’t another, shipping-over lecture.”
“I don’t think so, Karen,” he said. “Although the offer is absolutely still open.” They looked at each other for a moment, and then he raised his hands in mock surrender.
“Okay, okay, I know. We’ve been down this road. Better go see the EA.”
She smiled briefly at him to show that she wasn’t angry.
Pennington had been a peach of a boss for the past two years, and she knew he was sincere in wanting her to pull those retirement papers. But she had made up her mind. She would reach the magic twenty-year point in six more months. She had taken the emotional plunge a month after Frank died, then waited a little while longer to put her papers in’ Nothing had happened in the interim to change her conviction that it was time to go. Her professional career drive had just evaporated after Frank’s heart attack, especially considering the circumstances surrounding
