"Exactly. The lawyer's office was ransacked and looted after he died."
Sellitto cast a wry glance at Metzger. "He's good, Linc. He oughta be a spy."
The director regarded the detective coolly, then continued, "Any ideas on how to find out who was being blackmailed?"
Sachs asked, "Who sent you the fake intel about Moreno, that he was planning the attack on American Petroleum Drilling and Refining?"
Metzger leaned back, eyes sweeping the ceiling. "I can't tell you specifically. It's classified. Only that they were intelligence assets in Latin America--ours and another U.S. security organization. Trusted assets."
Rhyme suggested, "Could somebody have leaked bad intel to them and they sent it to you?"
The doubtful look faded. "Yes, somebody who knew how the intelligence community worked, somebody with contacts." Metzger's jaw trembled alarmingly again. How fast he switched from calm to enraged. It was unsettling. "But how do we find him?"
"I've been considering that," Rhyme said. "And I think the key is the whistleblower, the person who leaked the STO."
Metzger grimaced. "The traitor."
"What have you been doing to find him?"
"Searching for him day and night," the man said ruefully. "But no luck. We've cleared everybody here with access to the STO. My personal assistant had the last polygraph appointment. She has..." He hesitated. "...reason to be unhappy with the government. But she passed. There are still a few people in Washington we have to check out. Has to have come from there, we're thinking. Maybe a military base."
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"Homestead?"
A pause. "I can't say."
Rhyme asked, "Who was in charge of the internal investigation?"
"My administrations director, Spencer Boston." A pause, as he regarded Rhyme's piercing gaze, then looked down briefly. "He's not a suspect. How could he be? What does he have to gain? Besides, he passed the test."
Sachs: "Who is he exactly? What's his background?"
"Spencer's former military, decorated, former CIA--mostly active in Central America. They called him the 'regime change expert.'"
Sellitto looked at Rhyme. "Remember why Robert Moreno turned anti-American? The U.S. invasion of Panama. His best friend was killed."
Rhyme didn't respond but, his mind's eye scanning the evidence charts, asked the NIOS director, "So this Boston would have training in beating polygraphs."
"I suppose technically. But--"
"Does he drink tea? And use Splenda? Oh, and does he have a cheap blue suit that's a shade lighter than tasteful?"
Metzger stared. After a moment: "He drinks herbal tea because of his ulcers--"
"Ah, stomach problems." Rhyme glanced at Sachs. She nodded in return.
"With some kind of sweetener, never sugar."
"And his suits?"
Metzger sighed. "He shops at Sears. And, yes, for some reason he likes this weird shade of blue. I never understood that."
CHAPTER 86
NICE HOUSE," RON PULASKI SAID.
"Is." Sachs was looking around, a little distracted.