draw us to them.'
'It was… a brilliant betrayal. You advised Clyde that if the cops found them, they would need barter. Just be sure I'm electronically sterile, and in the event of a turn for the worse, I was their way out.'
She thought about that a moment. She said, 'More nonsense. They had you as a hostage, yet there was no negotiation.'
'No, but you knew there wouldn't be. In fact, that's why you had them murder Joan Townsend. She wasn't on the original kill list, was she?'
Jennie looked at me curiously. In her worst nightmare, she was probably sure nobody would ever put this together.
'As you surely told Clyde,' I continued, 'things were heating up, and all the good targets were too heavily protected. But Joan was soft, unsuspecting, and vulnerable. Poor Clyde was too ignorant to know that wasting the wife of the FBI Director was tantamount to putting a gun to his own head. Feds are still cops and all cops hate cop killers. Cops really hate killers who murder cop families-and to murder the top cop's wife in such a public, in-your- face fashion was a humiliation on top of an insult. There would be no negotiations, and Clyde and his pals had no chance of surviving a shootout.'
'Sean, listen to yourself. You're accusing the Bureau of executing those three. I sure hope you don't intend to repeat that in court.'
She was right, of course. Though it didn't really matter. I said, 'So we're at the point where the HRT guys are crashing into the room, lusting for blood, you're right behind them… and you… Well, there sat the final loose end, poor Jason Barnes.'
Jennie shook her head. 'I was cleared in Barnes's death three days after the shooting. It's public record, Sean. You gave a statement to that effect yourself.' With a look of staged anguish, she said, 'All that smoke and confusion… it was… a terrible mistake. I regret it, of course… but we can't change the past, can we?' She asked me, 'Incidentally, aren't the investigation findings admissible evidence?'
I nodded.
'Thank you for pointing that out. They exonerate me. In fact, I'll suggest to my lawyer to make sure it's entered as evidence.'
We stared at each other a moment. Clearly I was losing this battle of wits and wills. She knew it and I knew it. From that very first murder scene at Belknap's house, I now knew, Jennie had chosen me. I had impressed her with my bright deductions and pissed her off with my cockiness, and Jennie had decided I was the one to beat. She would cozy up to me, she would partner with me, we would share intimacies and grow close, perhaps she would even fuck me. And then she would kill me.
Recalling the look on her face at the instant before she blew Jason's brains out of his head, I was sure she toyed with the idea of popping us both. Had she thought she could fabricate an excuse, had she thought she could get away with it, I wouldn't be in this prison yard, I'd be a chalk outline. She was now settling that belated score by letting me know she was smarter than me, she would get away with these murders, she would win.
In fact, Jennie said, 'But neither Clyde nor MaryLou ever mentioned my name, did they?'
'No… they never did.'
'Nor can you prove that I met Clyde, or that I ever called him.'
'There are no surviving witnesses.'
'I've already offered perfectly plausible explanations for the evidence you have, haven't I?'
'Plausible enough.'
She nodded. 'You don't see the fatal problem with your fantasy, Sean?'
'Tell me.'
'They never mentioned my name because I wasn't their source. There are no witnesses… there is no evidence, because it wasn't me.' She sounded sincere, without a wrinkle of dishonesty on her face or even a hint of insincerity in her blue eyes. In fact she was so utterly convincing, no jury in the world would disbelieve her. She stepped toward me and took my hands. She smiled. 'I'm afraid you're going to make a lousy witness.'
'Am I?'
'Were you falling for me, Sean?'
I wasn't going to answer that.
Of course she already knew the answer. 'Because you're obviously brokenhearted and embittered. You're allowing your hurt and anger to cloud your judgment.'
'Is that right?'
'Look, it's time to be honest with yourself. You were a decent partner and mildly entertaining company, Sean. That's all there ever was. I'm sorry if you thought there was more.' She squeezed my hand and added, 'There wasn't.'
'I know.'
'I hope you do know.' We stared at each other for a long moment. Endgame. She had gloated at her victory and was administering her coup de grace. She looked at me long enough to be sure I knew she had won before she glanced at her watch and said, 'Oh my, look how the time flies. My exercise period starts in only two minutes. You don't mind, do you?'
'Not at all.'
I turned and started to walk away. About ten feet from Jennie, I turned back around and faced her. I said, 'Back at the town-house, you nearly killed me, didn't you? You thought about it, didn't you?'
She shrugged, a gesture of complete neutrality. Yet, given the nature of the question, anything but neutral. In that moment Jennie wanted me to know, wanted me to fully appreciate that I was, in her mind, entirely disposable. She could kill me or not; I was that irrelevant.
I informed her, 'Not killing me was the one mistake you made.'
'And why would that be, Sean?'
'Because yesterday I remembered something. The Bureau was so focused on the killings up here, it's the one thing they… actually, the one lead we all overlooked.'
Though she clearly knew this was not going to be good news, she did not bat an eye. 'Go on.'
'I asked Eric Tanner to have his people conduct a second search of Clyde's house in Killeen. I told him to use jackhammers this time, tear it to pieces, right down to the foundation.' When she did not respond, I informed her, 'They found it in the basement, behind a false wall.'
'Found what?'
'Knowing Clyde, as you surely do, he had a great fondness for weapons. Apparently, the idea of discarding one-even one he used for murder-It was simply too much for him. A military surplus M14 rifle with a long-range scope was found behind that wall. The ballistics match with the bullet that killed John Fisk was made this morning.'
For the briefest instant, Jennie's scrupulous composure left her, and I saw in her eyes a flicker of fear, of anger, and something I've never seen in any human eye… something indescribable I was sure was madness. As fast as it appeared, it disappeared, replaced by an expression of chilling complacence. But she surely understood the game was truly over. She understood that the rifle tied Clyde Wizner to John Fisk's murder, and it tied Jennifer Margold to Clyde Wizner, and as she herself had underscored throughout this conversation, once that connection was made, she was toast.
Also, Jennie had guessed right, I was wired. On that signal the door was shoved open,' and two large matrons and Larry emerged. The matrons took Jennie's arms and tried to lead her back inside. She said, 'Wait… I'm not ready-just give me a minute. Please.'
The matrons appeared confused and looked to Larry for guidance. He signaled with his arm for them to release her.
Then Jennie did the strangest thing. She walked straight to me, bent forward, and kissed me. Then she spun around and left with her two matrons in tow, leaving me alone with Larry.
I knew Jennie would not be going to her exercise period. She would be brought to another interrogation room, where two fresh faces she had not yet defeated would take another whack at her. Larry and the interrogation experts had predicted that the emotional shock of this damning new evidence, would crack Jennie wide open. They would go back to the textbook, using one lie to expose the next, and would elicit, if not contrition, at least a partial confession.
