‘Now a lot of this was known the first time Burkhart ran for governor. But I’ve fleshed out some of it here. Teresa Burkhart, aka Susan Wallace aka Nicole Steele or Teresa Sievers, her real name. Sievers was born 1980, Billings, Montana. Father managed a lumberyard, mother a clerk at a dress shop. Teresa Sievers attended Montana State for two years then dropped out to go to New York. Did some minor modeling but no real success. Became the mistress of a prominent attorney. Moved to the West Coast after a few years and tried acting. Was in a few local commercials. Again only minor success. Hooked up with a reality show producer and was his mistress for two years. At this point she was Susan Wallace. It was under this name that she met Rusty Burkhart. The pattern here’s pretty clear. A kept woman who really enjoys the good life, as they say. She has one problem. The rumors are that all of her affairs with rich men ended because she always had younger men on the side and eventually got caught so she got dumped. This might be the case with your Burkhart, but I have no way of knowing. But she’s married this time so she should have a big payday in store if anything goes wrong. Oh, by the way, she went back to her real name, Teresa Sievers, when she married him. Hard to say if she wanted to start off being honest with him or if she didn’t want to give him any legal grounds to avoid a big divorce settlement. Marrying under a false name would put her in some jeopardy.’
‘You were right. She gets her big payday.’
‘Less if he can nail her. From the little I know of him he probably had somebody do a background check on her before he married her so he’s no doubt been keeping an eye on her. A guy his age and a trophy wife — especially after he dumps his wife of thirty-six years — he’s got to worry about karma even if he doesn’t know what it means.’
‘Yeah, they focus grouped the wife dumping. Even the conservative women who liked him otherwise had some doubts about him because of that.’
‘They were thinking about their own husbands dumping them for a young one.’
‘Exactly. Well, keep looking. You might turn up a little more.’
I shaved again, showered, put on the successful middle-aged guy gray pinstripe with the white tab-collared shirt, the red power tie, the black socks, and the dependable Midwestern black oxfords. Macho doesn’t do much for me but I’ve never been able to figure out why some men like tassels on their shoes. Tassels should be reserved for strippers.
Then came the first of several surprises for the night.
She was downright prim in a royal-blue sheath dress, black cashmere coat, black heels, and black leather gloves. She presented me with a smile, a bit strained, true, but pleasant nonetheless, and a proffered hand, which confused me. Was I to kiss it? Thankfully, she just allowed me to shake it with my own hand.
‘May I come in?’
I thought of how well the Japanese were doing with robots. This one obviously came from their new line of Mrs Burkharts. The nasty ones had endured scrap metal death.
‘Something I can help you with?’
An injured tone. ‘I thought maybe we could be friends. You sound mad.’
‘Not mad. Just curious.’
‘Well, the least you could do is invite me in. I don’t exactly like standing in the hallway.’
I stepped aside. She usually moved with a self-conscious sweep; tonight she was more modest. Smaller steps and no grand gestures. She said nothing until I closed the door.
‘Well, Mrs Burkhart, what would my brand-new friend like to drink? But remember, we’ve both got to be at the debate in a little while.’
She laughed. ‘You’re always a smart ass. And I’ll take Scotch if you have it.’
As I poured our drinks, she took off her coat and gloves and laid them neatly across the armchair. Then she seated herself at the table.
After I brought drinks to the table and sat down, I said, ‘You wouldn’t be wearing a wire, would you?’
‘You mean one of those things for recording people?’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘You really think I’d do something like that?’
‘It’s possible.’
‘You must have a very low opinion of me.’
‘Not any lower than my opinion of Mussolini.’
Confusion in the arrogant brown eyes. ‘I take it that’s one of your snide jokes.’
‘I’m still trying to figure out why you’re here.’
She’d been holding her drink. Now she set it down. ‘I’m afraid you’re going to go to the police. I can’t find David and everything’s getting scary.’
‘Is this Susan Wallace talking or Nicole Steele?’
I’d expected a dramatic reaction. I was almost disappointed. A rueful smile. ‘Oh, great. This is really getting ridiculous. I just told you that everything’s getting scary and now you bring up the past. How did you find out?’
‘An investigator I use.’
‘There should be a law against those people.’
‘Why are you here, Mrs Burkhart?’
‘Will you please quit calling me ‘Mrs Burkhart’?’
‘You were following Waters and taking pictures of him. Why?’
‘Because I thought he might have something I wanted. David thought so, too.’
‘So you and David were on good terms? A man from the rival campaign?’
‘Would you fix me another drink?’
She lit a cigarette while I was tending to the liquor bottles. There was no point in arguing the hotel’s no smoking policy. Royalty makes its own rules.
‘Thank you for making this one a little stronger,’ she said, holding the glass up for observation, like a jeweler with a gem. ‘I need it.’
‘You were going to tell me about you and David.’
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and moved her lovely lips silently. I wondered if she was saying a prayer, the way basketball players do before a free throw. ‘I know all about my husband Rusty going to a whorehouse down the river. He charged everything to a Visa account he thought I didn’t know about. I started matching the dates of his nights away with the dates on his Visa bill. It was the same ‘Allied Supplies’ account over and over. After five years he was bored with me sexually. I wanted to make sure that I got all I could when we split up. I was at a party at the governor’s mansion one night. One of the few people there from your side was David Nolan. He looked miserable. I liked him. I’d been completely faithful to Rusty. I guess I wanted to show myself that I could still do it. But there was something about David I really liked. He was very masculine but he seemed open, too. I could see he was in pain. Rusty wasn’t there that night — probably at the whorehouse — so I suggested to David that we go out for drinks after the party. He was pretty cute. He thought I was going to pick his brain to get some secrets about Jeff Ward.
‘We both got so drunk we told each other all kinds of things. I told him about how my husband went to this whorehouse all the time. And then he told me that Ward went to the same one. We had a big laugh about that. But otherwise he was pretty bitter — he told me how he suspected Ward was sleeping with his wife, though neither of them knew that he knew. We realized we had a lot in common — we wanted to get back at the two people running for the same congressional seat. Another thing I liked about David was that he took me seriously. Rusty had checked me out before we got married. Because of my past he treated me like a bimbo. But I’ve been taking online classes for years from the University of Illinois. I’m close to a BA in hours. I’ve been studying English and history. For some reason Rusty thinks this is very funny. He thinks he’s such a brain, but he never got past freshman year himself.
‘Anyway, that night David and I went to a motel and had a very nice time. And when we woke up in the morning we decided to go ahead with our plan. We’d hire a private detective to get proof that Rusty and Ward were regulars at this whorehouse. David even wanted interviews with some of the girls. The detective called us and told us he had what we needed. Then he tripled the price we’d agreed to. We said we’d pay him. But when David drove to Chicago to get the DVD the detective had just died. David went to his office and managed to find what we’d paid for. He brought it back here and made a copy for me. He had his in his desk. He went out for a late dinner one night and when he came back it was gone. He was convinced that Waters took it. Waters was the only one in the office that night for one thing, and David was sure Waters had overheard David and I talking about it on the phone. He said that Waters snuck around a lot, trying to get things on people. I started taking photos of Waters. I wanted them to give to this other investigator we were going to hire to check him out.