“Given the hour, I think it might be best if, when she returns from the lab, I ask Assistant Director Bach to hand deliver her list to you there. Would that be satisfactory?”
“Yes,” Stone replied, “it would. We’ll look forward to speaking with her.”
He and Dino thanked Smith for his courtesy and left.
BACK AT THE HAY-ADAMS, Dino took a sip of his scotch. “You know,” he said, “this investigation was played very close to the vest by the Bureau.”
“Yes, it was.”
“So much so that it’s almost as if someone important above the agents issued them their instructions and accepted their conclusions.”
“That’s a very astute observation, Dino,” Stone said, sipping his Knob Creek. “And it would seem that there were very few people at the White House in a position to do that, if you exclude the president and the first lady.”
“And their names should be on the list that the lovely Assistant Director Bach is bringing us,” he said. The phone rang, and Dino picked it up and listened. “Please send her right up,” he said, then hung up.
“Well,” Dino said, “I guess we’d better put on our shoes and jackets and tighten our ties.”
9
STONE AND DINO HAD MADE THEMSELVES PRESENTABLE BY the time Assistant Director Shelley Bach arrived at the door, and, as it turned out, she had made herself very presentable, too. She was wearing a black sheath under a silk coat, very high heels, diamond studs in her ears, and an expensive-looking diamond-like necklace around her throat.
“Good evening,” she said, as Stone held the door for her. She shook both their hands and her hand seemed to linger in Dino’s for a moment.
“Please have a seat,” Stone said. “May I get you a drink?”
Bach glanced at her Cartier wristwatch. “Thank you, yes. A vodka martini on the rocks, please.”
Stone turned to make the drink, and when he turned back Bach and Dino were sharing the small sofa. He delivered her drink on a small silver tray, then made Di V
“Long day?” he asked, by way of small talk.
“It’s always a long day at the Bureau,” she replied. “Especially since I was promoted.”
“How long have you been an assistant director?” Stone asked.
“About three months. When Kerry was promoted from assistant to deputy director, he brought me up with him. We’ve worked quite closely together for a couple of years.”
“What sort of cases do you work?” Dino asked.
Bach turned her body toward him as she answered. “Kerry’s purview is domestic criminal investigations, so just about everything under that umbrella. I must say, though, that the Kendrick affair was the first homicide I investigated in more than four years.”
“Was it?” Stone said, noncommittally.
She rolled her eyes. “I must apologize for my inattention to the bricks. That was inexcusable, and I’m very embarrassed.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Dino said, patting her knee.
Stone observed this action with concealed amusement. Was Dino making a move?
“You’re very kind,?
?? she said. “We should have the lab report first thing in the morning, and I’ll be sure to get it to you quickly.” She opened the small satin clutch she had brought and extracted a folded sheet of paper, then she unfolded it and read from it: “These are the people who were in the proximity of the crime scene at the time of the murder: the president of the United States; the vice president of the United States; the secretary of state; two undersecretaries of state; the president’s chief of staff, Tim Coleman; one of his two deputies, Charleston Bostwick; and two Secret Service agents.”
“That’s quite a list of suspects,” Stone said.
“Those were the people in the Oval Office,” she said, “and ‘suspects’ is your word, not mine. Within a short distance of the Oval Office were the president’s three secretaries, the chief of staff’s two secretaries, the second deputy chief of staff, Herman Wilkes, his secretary, and the secretary of Ms. Bostwick.” She handed the list to Dino. “I’m sorry,” she said to Stone, “I didn’t bring a second copy.”
“Quite all right,” Stone said. Dino read the list, then handed it to Stone.