She stood. “I want to see it. Now.”
“Later. Let me finish.”
“What does it show?”
“It shows a fucking missile blowing that 747 out of the sky.”
“My God…”
She sat down and said to me, “I still don’t understand why Jill Winslow decided to confide in you after all these years and admit that she copied that tape and still had it.”
I thought about that question, and said, “I think I won her confidence… but more important, she’s a good person who was haunted by this event. I think she was waiting for an opportunity or a sign that the time had come to do the right thing.”
Kate nodded. “I understand. But doesshe understand what’s going to happen? I mean, her marriage, her life, her friend Bud…?”
“She understands. Bud’s the one having a problem.”
“But she’s a stand-up witness?”
“She is.” I continued and told Kate about coming to the Plaza, and about my various phone calls from Dead Ted, and Jill’s phone calls from her husband, and Bud Mitchell, and also Jill’s call from Ted.
Kate remarked, “That poor woman. How is she holding up?”
“Pretty good. She’ll be better now that you’re here. She needs another woman to talk to.”
“That’s uncommonly sensitive of you. Is your new shirt in any way related to the new you?”
“No.” I said to her, “I also called our boss, and I have to tell you, Kate, Jack Koenig knows something about this, and he’s sitting on the fence.”
She seemed surprised, then incredulous, and asked, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure something is not right there.”
She didn’t respond to that, but asked me, “All right, what happens next with Mrs. Winslow and the videotape?”
“I’ve arranged a meeting for tomorrow morning with Ted Nash, Liam Griffith, someone from the attorney general’s office, Jill Winslow, maybe Bud Mitchell, and maybe others like David Stein, and also Jack Koenig, who wanted to take a pass on the meeting, but who I convinced to be there.”
She asked, “Where is the meeting?”
I replied, “I was thinking about you, and our last night together in New York, so I made it for breakfast at eight-thirty at Windows on the World.”
She thought about that and said, “I guess that’s a good place… public…”
“And we said we’d return there.”
She said, “I don’t think we’re going to have as good a time as last time.” She asked me, “Are you sure that’s the right way to handle this?”
“How would you handle it?”
“I’d go right to the top. To FBI Headquarters in Washington.”
“I don’t know anyone in Washington.”
“I do.”
“You don’t know who you can trust there.”
“That’s a little paranoid.”
“Whatever. Washington’s a stretch. Let’s meet the devils we know here on our turf before we go meet the devils we don’t know in Washington.”
She thought about that, then asked me, “Who do you think could be involved in a cover-up? And why?”
“I don’t know. That’s not my problem at the moment. But when the shit hits the fan, we’ll see who runs for cover.”
She processed all this and said, “I hope it’s not Jack.”
“Kate, I don’t give a shit who’s involved. They all have to go down.”
She looked at me and said, “This… I guess you can call it a conspiracy… may go right to the top.”
“Not my problem.”
“It could be. That’s the point I’m making. It could be so big, and reach so high, that it’s not going down.We could go down.”
“You don’t have to get involved.”
She gave me an angry look and said, “Don’t evensay that.” She gave me a hug and said, “I started it. We’ll finish it together.”
“We will.” Kate, like me, was already in so deep that the only way out was to keep digging until we reached daylight on the other side.
She said to me, “Let’s see the tape.”
“Maybe you should meet Jill Winslow first.”
“Well… what do you think?”
If you have both evidence and a witness, you usually see the evidence before you talk to the witness, but this situation was a little more complex. I decided that I should take it in the order that I got it-Jill, then the tape. Or should I show Kate the tape, then introduce her to the star of the tape, who was my suite mate?
“John?”
“Uh… well, I think you should meet Jill Winslow so you can put the tape into context. Perspective.”
“All right. She’s in her room?”
“Yes. Unless she went to church again.” I went to her door and knocked. “Jill? Mrs. Winslow?”
I heard her say, “Yes?”
“Are you available-?”
She opened the door, and I said, “Jill, I’d like you to meet my wife, Kate.”
Jill smiled, walked over to Kate, and they shook hands. Jill said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. John was a little worried about you at the airport.”
Kate replied, “And with good reason, as it turned out.” She smiled. “I’m pleased to meet you.”
I checked out the situation, and it seemed to be cool. Kate’s not the jealous type, and she’s a professional, and Jill Winslow was every bit the lady-except, of course, for her sexual escapades on the beach. But that was long ago.
Kate said to Jill, “John has been telling me a little about the last few days. How are you doing?”
“Very well, thank you. Your husband is like a rock.”
Perhaps not a good choice of words considering the shared suite, but Kate replied pleasantly, “You can count on him.” She added, “I want to thank you for coming forward, and for being so honest about everything. I can’t imagine how this is affecting you.”
Jill replied, “I actually feel better than I’ve felt in five years.”
I suggested, “Why don’t we have some bubbly?”
I opened a bottle of champagne, poured, and we all clinked glasses. I said, “To Kate’s homecoming and to Jill’s being here.”
Kate added, “And to a great detective.”
Jill added, “And to… justice for those who lost their lives…”
We drank in silence, then Jill said, “I feel like I’m interfering with what should be a private reunion.”
Kate replied quickly, “Not at all. John and I already hugged and kissed. We can swap war stories later.”
Jill said, “That’s very nice of you, but-”
Kate interrupted. “No. Youmust stay. I have so many questions to ask you, I don’t know where to begin.”
Jill replied, “It’s actually not that long a story, and it comes down to me doing something I shouldn’t have-and I don’t mean having an affair. I mean, I should have been brave enough to come forward five years ago. If I had, a lot of lives may have been ruined, but more lives, including my own, would have been better.”
Kate looked at Jill awhile, and I could tell she was as impressed with Mrs. Winslow as I had been since we’d met Sunday morning. Kate said to her, “Sometimes we can’t make the hard decisions when they have to be made. Sometimes we have to come to those decisions after a lot of soul searching.”
Jill replied, “Your husband showing up on my doorstep was like a sign that the time had come.” She glanced at me, smiled, and said, “Also, he’s very convincing. But I still feel that I didn’t do the right thing on my own.”
I said, “You could have shown me the door, but you didn’t. I’ll tell you something else-had you given up that tape five years ago, it probably would have been destroyed. So, in some way, through fate or chance, it worked out for the best.”
We sat there awhile and chatted. This is called putting the witness at ease, winning their confidence, and convincing them that they’re doing the right thing.
Also, I hoped that Jill and Kate would bond a little, and that seemed to be happening. I envisioned Kate being designated as Jill Winslow’s hand-holder, as we say. The fallout from all this would go on for a long time, and I was glad to see that they were getting along.
At some point, Kate asked Jill, “Did you pick out that shirt for John?”
“Yes, I did. He couldn’t leave the hotel room, and I was able to go out, so I got him a fresh shirt.”