“But these people weren’t threats to the March Hare.”
“She didn’t know that,” Dino pointed out. “She just assumed they were.”
“And she didn’t linger at the scenes. She hit these women in the head-or, in Charlotte’s case, shot her-and got out of there, not leaving any trace evidence. Could she be a cop?”
“Stone, everybody in the United States knows how crime-scene evidence is collected and analyzed-you don’t have to be a cop anymore. There are three or four very popular TV shows every week that explain it in detail.”
“Okay, so it didn’t have to be a cop. But she knew which women we were talking to.”
“It’s Washington, remember? Everybody in town seemed to know who we were talking to.”
“There’s one possibility we haven’t discussed,” Stone said.
“Tell me, please.”
“Suppose Charlotte’s death really was a suicide, not a murder.”
“Well, that’s a very attractive notion,” Dino said, “since it would confirm everything we told the president and the first lady the other night. But how do you explain the lack of prints on the magazine and the ammo in it?”
“Look, we know the March Hare is a very careful killer. Assume for a moment that Charlotte was the March Hare. She may have prepared the gun for use in a future killing, thus wiping the magazine and the ammo free of prints.”
Dino looked hopeful. “Now that, I like. It makes perfect sense, and it has the wonderful added advantage of making us look right the first time.”
“So why am I not calling the president right now and explaining that Charlotte Kirby committed suicide?”
The phone rang, and Stone picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Holly.”
“Good morning.”
“I’ve had a thought,” Holly said.
“Shoot. We’re about all out of thoughts.”
“What if Charlotte Kirby really did commit suicide? Maybe she just wiped her prints off the magazine and the bullets out of an excess of caution.”
Stone laughed.
“What’s funny?”
“Great minds think alike,” Stone said. “Dino and I were just discussing the same idea.”
“You were not!”
“I promise you, we were.”
“You just like the idea because it makes you and Dino look better.”
“I can’t deny that benefit,” Stone said, “but you had the idea independently, and you aren’t trying to make us look better, are you?”
“Well, since I brought you into this, it makes me look better, too.”
“Tell you what,” Stone said. “You go see the director right now and tell her about our mutual theory. If she buys it, we’re out of here.”
“She’s out of the office today,” Holly said. “Maybe tomorrow, too.”
“Where is she?”
“She goes places unannounced all the time, and she doesn’t share that information with me.”
“Should I call the president and tell him?”
Holly thought for a moment. “No, it’s better if we go through Kate. That way, if she likes it, we’ll have her on our side, and she can take it to the president.”
“I like the idea of her taking it to the president. I’d just as soon not see him for a while, myself.”
“You don’t sound entirely convinced of our theory,” Holly said.
“I’m afraid to be entirely convinced of anything,” Stone said. “Once bitten, you know.”
“I know. Well, we can wait until Kate is back in the office, or you can go to the president now. What’s your choice?”
“What’s your advice?”
“I’d wait for Kate. I’d like to have her on our side.”
“I can’t argue with that,” Stone said. “Dinner tonight?”
“What else have I got to do?” Holly said. “I can shake loose here by seven.”
“See you then.” Stone hung up and explained to Dino.
“Okay,” Dino said, standing up and stretching. “I’m going to the Smithsonian.”
“What part of the Smithsonian? It’s a big place.”
“I’ll go to the part with all the airplanes, if you’ll go with me.”
“You’re on,” Stone said.
49
Stone and Dino stood under a highly polished DC-3, with Eastern Airlines markings, suspended from the ceiling of the museum. “Isn’t that gorgeous?” Stone asked.
“It sure is,” Dino said. “I took my first airplane ride in one of those, from the old La Guardia Marine Air Terminal to Boston.”iv>
“That airframe could really take it. Some of them did more than a hundred thousand hours.”
Dino tapped Stone’s elbow. “Look at that,” he said.
Stone followed Dino’s gaze to where a woman had set down a large handbag and was rummaging through it for something. This went on and on, with objects being removed from the bag, until she finally came up with a tiny camera. She took a photo of the DC-3, then tossed the camera back into her bag, along with all the things she had removed.
“Can you believe it?” Dino asked. “Why do they carry all that stuff around? Shelley has one just as bad.”
“Holly, bless her heart, takes a more male attitude,” Stone said. “She actually has pockets in some of her clothes.”
They moved on to another exhibit.
They were standing in front of the first American spacecraft when Stone’s cell phone buzzed.
“Hello?”
“Stone, it’s Kerry Smith, at the FBI.”
“Hello, Kerry.”
“I wonder if you and Dino could come and see me tomorrow morning? I’d like an update on your investigation, if you have the time.”
“Actually, Kerry, tomorrow morning might be an ideal time to brief you. What time?”
“Eleven o’clock, in my office?”
“See you then.” Stone hung up and turned to Dino. “Kerry Smith wants a briefing on our investigation tomorrow at eleven.”
“Sounds like a good time to pull the rip cord and bail out of this mess,” Dino said.
“And maybe by that time Holly will have been able to brief Kate Lee, and she, the president.”
“I like it,” Dino said. “We can burn all our bridges at once.”
“Yeah, then we can beat it out of town before another body turns up.”
“I’m not going to be responsible for explaining any more corpses after that,” Dino said.
Stone’s phone went off again. “Hello?”
“It’s Holly. I went back to the cell phone locator program, and Fair Sutherlin’s phone is alive again and on the move.”
“Where is it?”
“Let’s see: it’s moving right past the Smithsonian Institution right now. Seems to be stuck in traffic outside the Air and Space wing.”
“Holy shit! That’s where we are!” Stone grabbed Dino’s arm and ran for the door. “Come on!”
Dino was trying to keep up with the longer-legged Stone. “What the fuck is going on?”
“It’s Fair’s cell phone!” They hit the front door running, attracting the notice of a uniformed security guard. Stone stood on the front steps of the museum, looking up and down the street.
“Will you please tell me what you’re doing?” Dino asked plaintively. “Maybe I can help.”
“Fair Sutherlin’s cell phone has come to life, and it’s right here in front of us!” Stone put his phone to his ear. “Are you still there, Holly?”
“Yes, what do you see?”
“A bunch of traffic, stopped by a traffic cop. There’s a fender bender down the street. What am I supposed to look for?”
“How should I know? It could be in one of those cars. It could be in somebody’s pocket. It could be in the gutter!”
The cop was waving traffic on, now, and the line began to move. “What do you see, Dino?”
“Traffic and pedestrians, what else?”
“Fair’s cell phone is here somewhere.”
“Stone?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“The phone is moving again and picking up speed.”
“We’re talking about fifty cars, at least,” Stone said. “There’s nothing we can do about it.”
“Are there any unusual vehicles?”
“No, there are half a dozen of those plain vanilla government sedans with government seals you see all over town. There’s a moving van, a tow truck, one Rolls-Royce, and a zillion assorted cars.”