thighs spread, across his lap, he said, 'Christ, Joan, get off me. I'm not looking for membership in the mile-high club.'
'You idiot. This is about Mildred Martin.'
Sean sat up straight now, and she climbed off, taking a seat next to him and buckling up.
'So talk!' he demanded.
'You told me Mildred said that Bruno called recently to tell Bill Martin about his running for president? And that she talked to him too?'
'Right. So?'
'So you heard the woman's voice. It's like a foghorn. Are you telling me that if Bruno recently heard that voice that someone could have later called and impersonated her voice and he wouldn't have known the deception?'
King slapped his armrest. 'That's right! I mean how do you do that voice unless you've been smoking and drinking for fifty years?'
'And have adenoids the size of golf balls.'
'So she lied to us. She did call Bruno and asked him to come and see her at the funeral home.'
Joan nodded. 'And that's not all. I called Agent Reynolds with the FBI. He wasn't exactly candid with us. They thought from the start that her story was phony. He's checking out something that will definitely tell us whether she was in on it or not. Now, the Martins didn't have a lot of money, so how could they afford a caregiver?'
'Well, I don't know. Maybe they could.'
'Granted, they might have, but if they did, because of their age they're also entitled to some partial reimbursement under Medicare.'
King quickly got it. 'So Medicare would have a record of that. But if Mildred didn't file for that assistance, if she claimed she paid the woman out of her own pocket…'
She finished his thought. 'Then her bank records will show that. That's what Reynolds is checking. When he asked her about payment to the woman to try to get an ID, Mildred waffled badly. He said nothing because he didn't want her to get suspicious. He has agents watching her street, far enough away so she won't get her radar up. He doesn't want her bugging out on us.'
'So if all this is true, she may know who has Bruno.'
As the plane landed and came to a stop, Joan's phone rang.
'Yes.' She listened for a minute, said thank you, clicked off andturned to King with a smile. 'God, the FBI can work miracles sometimes. No Medicare filing, no checks to the caregiver and no cash withdrawals. And the kicker is, Bill Martin had a half-million-dollar life insurance policy. And Mildred is the sole beneficiary. Since Bill Martin had had the insurance policy for years, the FBI didn't think, by itself, it was a legitimate motive to kill him. After all, she just had to wait a few months and she'd get it anyway when he died. They're going to pick up Mildred. She made that call to Bruno, probably from a phone booth.'
'I can't believe she'd kill her husband for money. She seemed so devoted to him.'
'Sean, for all your intelligence and sophistication, sweetie, you really know shit about women.'
44
When she reported to the Secret Service's field office in Washington, Michelle was told that she'd spend at least the next month chained to a desk.
'I have a couple of weeks of vacation accrued. I want to take it now, please,' she told her superior. He shook his head.
'Why? It's not like I'm going to have any duties at the desk.'
'Sorry, Mick, it's coming from higher up than me.'
'Walter Bishop?'
'Sorry, can't say.'
She went straight to Bishop's office to confront him. What did she have to lose?
His first words were not encouraging. 'Get out!' he barked.
'Two weeks of vacation, Walter. I'm due it and I want to take it.'
'You've got to be joking. I want you right here where I can keep an eye on you.'
'I'm not a child. I don't need watching.'
'Consider yourself lucky. And a piece of advice: stay away from Sean King.'
'What, now you're picking my friends?'
'Friends? People keep dying around him. You almost got killed.'
'So did he!'
'Really. That's not what I heard. He got a bump on the head. You almost got your neck wrung off.'
'You're way off base, Walter.'
'You know, when Ritter was killed, there were rumors King was paid off to look the other way.'
'And then to kill the assassin. How does that make sense?'
'Who knows? But the fact is, look at his life now. He lives in some big house, making lots of money.'
'Oh, yeah. What a brilliant plan of his to ruin his life.'
'So maybe he ticked somebody off. Somebody he did a deal with eight years ago, and that person is exacting 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 blackmailing
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
