"From what we know so far, that does not appear to be the case," he said.
"While we don't have a clear motive, it's very possible that Mrs.
Terrell was killed by someone known to her. But as Chief Kerney said, it's too early to rule anything out. We'll keep you advised of any new developments."
The conference broke up and the reporters hurried away to write their stories or videotape their lead-ins outside on the armory steps.
Perry pulled Kerney aside.
"Were you trying to let that reporter box me in?" he asked hotly.
"Not at all, Charlie," Kerney said innocently, as he walked away.
"I just didn't feel like speaking for you."
Ten minutes after Kerney arrived at his office, Andy Baca walked in. He grinned at the sight of Kerney in uniform, but said nothing.
"What brings you up the street?" Kerney asked.
Andy put his hat on the conference table and took a seat.
"I picked up some collateral information from my source."
"Who's your source?" Kerney asked.
"Fred Browning," Andy replied.
"He headed up the governor's security unit before retiring about six years ago. He now works as chief of plant security for a computer chip company in Albuquerque."
"What did Browning tell you?"
"Don't rush me, Kerney," Andy said with a laugh.
"There's some background to this. Browning is a big booster for a society of corporate and industrial security professionals. A sizable percentage of the membership consists of retired FBI and other federal law enforcement types who work in the private sector. The society is headquartered in Alexandria, Virginia, right outside the Beltway and within easy driving distance to Quantico."
"That's chummy," Kerney said.
"Fred serves on the national board of directors. The society recruits from professionals in corporate and industrial security, gaming and wagering, hotel and hospital security, loss prevention and retail sales-you name it."
"Sounds fairly typical," Kerney said.
"Yeah, but I have some suspicions, which I'll get to in a minute," Andy said.
"Fred came around several months ago on a membership recruitment drive and suggested my department needed to get on board. He gave me a big pitch about the benefits of the society's professional certification program."
"Did you sign up?"
"I passed the information down the line and left it at that. What's interesting is that Fred also told me that the FBI requires all special agents with national security assignments to be members of the society."
"Are you saying the Bureau stays cozy with the private-sector security boys so they can keep an eye on them?"
"It would be one way to watch for high-tech corporate espionage that could compromise national security."
"Okay, but where are you going with this?"
"I asked Fred this morning if he had a membership directory. There is no Special Agent Applewhite carried on the national roster. However, the special agent assigned as liaison coordinator with the State Department is, and his name isn't Elaine Applewhite."
"Well, well," Kerney said, leaning back in his chair.
"There's one membership group I haven't mentioned," Andy said.
"The military.
When Applewhite's name didn't pop on the society records, I asked Fred to do a first-name-only search. A Major Elaine Cornell, U. S. Army, is a member. She's assigned to the Defense Intelligence Agency at the Pentagon."
"How many other first-name hits did Browning get?"
"Five. Fred checked the membership applications for each one. Except for Major Cornell none of them has any law-enforcement or intelligence experience. The others work for hospitals, big retail and hotel chains, and one heads up security at a Las Vegas casino."
"If Applewhite really is Cornell, why is an army intelligence officer operating undercover on this case?" Kerney asked.
"My question exactly," Andy said.
"Does Browning know Cornell personally?"
"No, but if we can get him a photograph, he has a friend who does."
"I should have one later today," Kerney said.
"Will Browning keep his mouth shut about this?"
"That's not a problem. He was a solid cop, and he's not a big FBI fan."
"Who is?" Kerney said.
"What about his friend?"
"Fred says not to worry. The guy is a civilian."
"Good enough," Kerney said.
"Can you lend me a few agents?"
Andy raised an eyebrow.
"What do you need them for?"
"We caught another homicide. A priest was murdered early this morning at the College of Santa Fe. I'm stretched thin with the Terrell investigation and only have one detective assigned to the case."
"Fill me in." Kerney told him what had been uncovered so far and his conjectures about the case.
"I could use four agents for three days," he said.
"I can give you three for two days," Andy said.
"I wish it were more, but I'm short on people myself. Batten down the hatches, Kerney. The news media is going to be riding your butt on these homicides."
"Thanks for the help."
Andy picked up his hat and stepped to the door.
"Watch your back with the feds.
I'd hate to see that snappy uniform you're wearing get shot up by friendly fire."
"That's a pleasant thought."
Sal Molina entered the office immediately after Andy's departure. He had dark circles under his eyes and his shoulders were hunched with tension.
He sat wearily and rubbed his eyes.
"Is the state police entering the Terrell case?"
"No, Chief Baca has agreed to help us out on the Mitchell homicide,"
Kerney said.
"Sloan will get three agents for two days."
Molina smiled.
"That's a big help. Sloan has been begging for some more manpower."
"Has he made any progress?" Kerney asked.
Molina shook his head.
"He's still putting together a list of people Father Joseph had any contact with on campus. Library staff, students who attended the two masses Father Joseph celebrated at the college when the chaplain was ill, faculty members who met the priest at social functions-stuff like that."
"Any forensics?"
"The techs are fingerprinting everyone with access to the residence hall for comparison to latents lifted at the scene. But it's gonna take time.
They've identified about fifty different prints, most of them at the entrances to the sleeping quarters, although there were a few in Mitchell's room," "Where are you with the Terrell case?" Kerney asked.
"The house search turned up zilch. And the bone the FBI threw us this morning about Terrell's lovers went nowhere: the two men we've interviewed have solid alibis."
"Start with the house search," Kerney said.
"How clean was it?"
"Scoured, Chief, right down to the hard drive on Mrs. Terrell's computer. There were no personal letters, no address books, and nothing pertaining to the ambassador at all. About the only thing we got was some records of Mrs. Terrell's financial assets-the woman was worth big bucks-and a few good pictures of Agent Applewhite. They're being processed now."
"And Terrell's lovers?" Kerney asked.
"Solid alibis, like I said. Both men are married. One was the architect who designed Terrell's house, and the other is an attorney she met through a friend. The attorney has been out of town for the last three days pleading a civil case in North Carolina. He was with his client until eleven-thirty last night. He just got back to town after getting a continuance on the trial until next week. The architect spent all night at home. The wife said he got up at three in the morning when the baby started crying. It was his turn. He didn't leave home for the office until nine. We'll probe more, but it doesn't look promising."
"Did you get any insight into Terrell from the men?"