Split Second

payment.'

'That is so crazy.'

'Is it? I think your judgment's been seriously clouded by a good-looking guy who's got all these bad things happening to him. Start thinking like a professional and maybe your vision will clear. In the meantime all you're going to be doing is getting splinters in your ass from sitting at a desk.'

The phone rang and Bishop snatched it up.

'Yeah? What? Who did…?' Bishop's face turned very red. He slammed the phone down and didn't look at Michelle. 'Go take your vacation,' he said quietly.

'What? I don't understand.'

'Join the club. And you can pick up your creds and gun on the way out. Now get the hell out of my office!'

Michelle left before the powers-that-be changed their minds.

In the same building that a puzzled Michelle was now leaving with her pistol and badge, a number of grim-looking men sat in a conference room. They collectively represented the Secret Service, FBI and U.S. Marshals Service. The man at the head of the table was putting down the phone.

'Okay, Maxwell is officially on vacation.'

'Giving her enough rope to hang herself?' asked a man who was from the FBI.

'Maybe, maybe not.' He looked at the other end of the table. 'What's your take?'

Jefferson Parks put down his soda and thought about this question. 'Well, let's look at what we have. Loretta Baldwin is maybe connected to Clyde Ritter's assassination. According to what King told the police, the gun he found in her backyard might have been one Loretta saw somebody hide in the supply closet at the Fairmount. She was blackmailing that person and he eventually killed her.'

The man at the head of the table was the director of the Secret Service, and he didn't look happy with this theory. 'That might mean Arnold Ramsey didn't act alone in killing Ritter.'

The FBI agent said, 'How about Sean King's being the guy who killed Loretta? She might have been blackmailinghim. Then he finds out who she is from Maxwell and kills her. He digs up the gun and conveniently loses it.'

Parks shook his head. 'King has an alibi for when Loretta was killed. And why would he have needed to hide a gun in the closet of the hotel? He killed Arnold Ramsey. And when the gun was taken from him and Maxwell, he was injured and Maxwell was almost killed. And King's life has been pretty messed up by all this.'

'So you think he's innocent?'

Parks sat up straight. He'd lost his laid-back, country-boy demeanor, and his voice was crisp. 'No, I don't necessarily think that. I've been doing this long enough to know when someone's not being straight with me. He's hiding something. I just don't know what it is. I do have one theory. Maybe he was involved in Ritter's assassination somehow and covered up his tracks by killing Ramsey.'

Now the director shook his head. 'How does that work exactly? What could Ramsey offer in the way of payment? He was a college professor at a second-rate school. And I'm assuming King wouldn't have turned traitor for free or on some political principle.'

'Well, we don't really know King's political beliefs, do we? And all of you have seen the video. He wasn't even watching Ritter.'

'He said he just zoned out.'

Parks didn't look convinced. 'He says. But what if he was intentionally distracted?'

'If he had been, he would have told us.'

'Not if he was covering for someone, and not if he was involved from the get-go. And you want to talk payment, okay. How many enemies do you think Clyde Ritter had? How many powerful folks from the other parties would have loved to see him out of the race? You think they wouldn't have paid a few million to have King look the other way? So he takes the heat for a while for being ‘distracted,' and then he goes off with his millions and lives the good life.'

'Okay, but where are all these millions?'

'He lives in a big house, drives a nice car, has a nice comfy life,' countered Parks.

'He won a libel settlement,' said the director. 'And it was for a nice chunk of change. And I couldn't blame the guy, for all the shit they were saying about him. It's not like he was some screwup. He'd won just about every award the Service has to give. He'd been wounded twice in the line of fire.'

'Fine, he was a good agent. Good agents turn bad sometimes. But as for the money, he mixes the settlement money in with the money he was paid, and who's to know the difference? Have you audited his finances?'

The director sat back, not looking too confident now.

'And how exactly does this play out with the Bruno kidnapping?' asked the FBI agent. 'Aren't you saying they're connected?'

'Well, for that matter,' said Parks, 'how does it tie into my guy Howard Jennings?'

'Let's not overcomplicate things. There may be no connection at all,' said the FBI agent. 'We might have three separate cases: Ritter, Bruno and your WITSEC murder.'

'All I know is that King and Maxwell keep turning up in the middle of it all,' said the director. 'Look at it this way: eight yearsago King either messed up or turned traitor, and we lost a presidential candidate. Now Maxwell screws up and the exact same result happens.'

'Not exactly the same,' Parks pointed out. 'Ritter was shot on the spot, Bruno was kidnapped.'

The director sat forward in his chair. 'Well, the purpose of this hastily formed task force is to figure out this mess as quickly as possible and hope and pray it doesn't become some enormous scandal. And you, Parks, you're already in the loop with them, so just keep doing what you're doing.'

'The other variable is Joan Dillinger,' said Parks. 'I can't read that woman.'

The director smiled. 'You're not the first person to say that.'

'No, it's more than that. I had a recent conversation with her, and she was saying some strange things. Like she owed Sean King. For what, she wouldn't say. But she was working real hard to convince me he was innocent.'

'Well, not so unusual-they were colleagues.'

'Right, and maybe something more. And they were both on the Clyde Ritter detail, weren't they?' said Parks, letting the question hang out there.

The director's brow was now very furrowed. 'Joan Dillinger was one of the best agents we've ever had.'

'Right, and now she's with some big-shot private firm. And she's investigating the kidnapping of John Bruno, and if she finds him, I bet the lady gets an enormous payday. And I found out she's asked King to help her in the investigation, and I doubt he's doing it for free.' He paused and then added, 'Of course, it's easy to find someone if you already know where he is.'

'Meaning what?' said the director sharply. 'That two former Secret Service agents kidnapped a presidential candidate and are now looking to be paid a fortune to recover him?'

'Yeah, meaning that,' said Parks bluntly. 'I'm assuming I'm nothere to sugarcoat things and tell you what you want to hear. I'm not real good at that. I can send you another marshal who can if you want.'

'And you think Howard Jennings was killed by King?' said the director angrily.

'I really don't know. What I do know is, King's gun matched and he was in the vicinity with no real alibi.'

'Pretty stupid for a man plotting murder.'

'Or pretty smart, because maybe a judge and a jury thinks the same thing and believes he was set up.'

'And the motive for killing Jennings?'

'Well, if King and Dillinger plotted to kidnap Bruno, and Jennings stumbled on that plot while working for King, I think that might be a motive for murder.'

The men were all silent for a few minutes until the director broke the quiet with a long sigh. 'Well, we have them all on our radar now. King, Maxwell and Dillinger-a most unlikely triumvirate when you think about it. Get back out in the field and keep us informed.'

Parks looked around at them. 'All right, but don't expect results overnight. And don't expect only the results you may want.'

'Right now,' said the director, 'I think we're just waiting for the other shoe to drop.' As Parks turned to leave,