comes with the job. You have to see and observe a crime from both angles.'
Having prosecuted and defended, I also had experienced that part of the job, albeit with a bit more healthy detachment than allowed in her field. So I had an idea where she was coming from. It sucked.
She continued, 'The easier part is understanding the criminal. I know this sounds… maybe a little abnormal… but for a trained psychiatrist the criminal mind is endlessly fascinating. The things they do, how they do it, why. Also you bear in mind that it's for the greater good. If you don't answer those questions, you can't find them, you can't catch them, and you can't get them off the streets.'
I said, 'I knew a shrink in the Army. A little offbeat, but basically a good guy. Over a beer one night he told me that after sessions with the real nutsos, he thought of home, his wife, his kids, and that brought him back.'
'A professor of mine called it the anchor that keeps the ship from drifting. Being single, I think about my parents, about my childhood in Ohio.'
'Mom and Dad must be proud of you.'
'Mom and Dad are dead. Car accident, when I was thirteen. They left one night to get some groceries, it was snowing, and they never came back.'
'Brothers? Sisters?'
'None. But my parents were both wonderful. Dad was an executive at a food company, an up-and-comer. Mom, she was just Mom. He was tall, handsome, and brilliant, and she was beautiful and charming. Dad read to me every night, and Mom fixed my boo-boos.'
'Good memories.'
'The best.' She smiled. 'Now I'm going to sleep. Keep talking if you like. I'm going to stop listening.'
I catnapped until the bounce of the machine setting down jarred me awake. Through the window, I could see that we were in a large, lit parking lot in the middle of Richmond proper and, more happily, that we hadn't crashed. I don't particularly trust things without wings that fly. I checked my watch. Nearly midnight.
Through the window, to our left, and about forty yards off in the distance, I noted the distinctive roof and columned portico of the Capitol Building of the Commonwealth of Virginia.
I recalled from some high school state history class that this building was regarded as an exemplar of neoclassical Roman architecture, planned by Thomas Jefferson, who had also designed the University of Virginia, erected Monticello, invented a bunch of furniture, drafted a constitution, was a Secretary of State, a President, ran a plantation, and raised a family, or possibly two. I can barely find time to do my laundry.
Jennie's head rested comfortably on my right shoulder, and I gently nudged her awake. Her eyes opened and I informed her, 'We're here.'
'Where's here?'
'Maybe where it all began.'
'Do you really believe that?'
I replied,' I believe in Chekhov's rule.'
'The Russian writer?'
'Same guy. If a gun is revealed in Act One, it must go off in Act Four. The gun already went off-it's time to go back to the first act and find out why.'
She sat up and stretched. She said, 'I'm going to confess something you might find… a little strange.'
'You like me?'
She punched me. 'Not that strange.' She said, 'I hope we're wrong. I truly do. I'd hate to think one of the good guys turns out to be a bad guy.'
Nice sentiment, although I really hoped she was wrong. If we didn't get a break soon, the federal government was going to be depopulated, and Ms. Margold and Mr Drummond were going to be standing on somebody's carpet explaining why we let that happen. Surely she knew that. I said, 'Get your stuff. Let's go.'
About thirty feet from the helicopter, a shiny blue Crown Victoria and a shiny young man, who introduced himself as Special Agent Theodore 'call me Ted' Baltimore, awaited us. Ted jumped into the driver's seat, we climbed into the backseat, he twisted around and informed us, with true southern surliness, 'Buckle your seat belts.'
I said, 'Wha-'
'Don't you argue with me, sir. Bureau policy. Buckle up or the car ain't movin'.'
I felt a strong urge to choke Ted to death. But Jennie said, 'Thank you, Agent.' She buckled up, glanced at her watch, and asked, very nicely, 'You live here, Ted? In Richmond?'
'Sure do.'
'Like it?'
'Yup. Born hereabouts. Home for me.'
'I'm glad to hear that, Ted.' After a moment she added, 'You have eight minutes to deliver us at Mrs. Barnes's front door. Eight and a half, and I'll have your ass shipped off to the northern tip of Alaska.'
'You're kiddin', right?'
'It's late, I'm tired, and I'm having a really bad day.'
The stakes and the pecking order apparently crystallized in Ted's mind; he punched the accelerator and burned rubber out of the parking lot. We took a right and then a left and another right and then we barreled at high speed down a wide boulevard filled with office buildings. Ted asked Jennie, 'All right with you, ma'am, if I flip the lights and siren?'
She said, 'Yeah, great idea-wake everybody up.' I made a note to remember that Ms. Margold woke up a tad on the moody side.
'Yee-hah,' squealed Ted, reaching out the window and slapping a light on the roof.
I leaned forward and asked Ted, 'You go to Ole Miss?'
'Hell no!' He laughed. 'That school ain't good for nothin', 'cept, sometimes, maybe football.' After a moment he added, 'Alabama U-better football, better parties, and better women.'
'Right.' And there, in a nutshell, was the mentality of the young, virile southern male. Ted yelled, 'Hey, what the hell y'all got goin' up there in Washington? A goddamn war, sounds like.'
So, having nothing better to do, Jennie and I took turns giving Ted a watered-down version of the killings, withholding the juicy parts, like why and who, which wasn't difficult, since the who remained an open question, and we had not a clue why. That could change in the next hour, or it might not. But it hadn't changed yet. Anyway, everything we informed Ted about he could get off the morning news, and when we'd concluded our little duet, Ted commented, 'Sheeeit.'
Having lived in the South, I was aware this amorphous expression actually meant, 'Well, that's a sizable issue, and I sympathize with you.' It can also mean, 'Sounds like you're utterly fucked.'
Anyway, having gratified his curiosity and established a spirit of mutual bonhomie, I asked Ted, 'Did you know Judge Barnes?'
He scratched his head and thought about that. He said, 'He was federal. Had a few cases got worked up to his level. Never testified myself. Heard his reputation, though.'
'And what was his reputation?'
'A good judge. Hated criminals. Heard he was a fine man, too.' He added, 'Damned shame what happened.'
Jennie asked, 'What did happen?'
I suggested to Ted, 'Why don't you take a stab at that?'
'Sheeit.'
In this case, I believe the aphorism meant, 'Forget it, pal.'
'Suicide,' I informed Jennie. 'The judge hung himself.'
'Not exactly,' Ted corrected. 'The man shot and hanged hisself.'
Jennie asked,' Simultaneously?'
'Hard to do sequentially,' Ted replied with a rare, thoughtful expression.
Jennie asked, 'Is that possible?'
'Guess so.'
'But… how?'
'Seems he got hisself up on a stool, slipped a rope 'round his neck, and put his granddaddy's revolver in his mouth. Pulled the trigger and kicked at the same time.'
