Split Second (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 1)

“I remember a police officer blocking the doorway. I had to kind of look around him. I could see Ritter like I said, and there was the man behind him, real close.”

“Secret Service. Agent Sean King.”

Baldwin stared hard at her. “That’s right. You say that like you know the man.”

“Never met him. But I’ve been doing a lot of research.”

Baldwin ran her gaze up and down Michelle, a scrutiny that made the younger woman finally blush. “You got no ring on your finger. What, are you telling me there ain’t any eligible men that would appreciate a beautiful young thing like you?”

Michelle smiled. “I keep really crazy hours. Guys don’t like that.”

“Hell, honey, men don’t like nothing but a meal and their beer in front of them when they want it, nobody questioning the stupid things

they do, all the free time in the world and a warm body to do the sex thing when they feel like it, and no talking after.”

“I see you have them pretty well figured out.”

“Like it takes a lot of deep thinking?” She fell silent for a moment. “Yep, a real nice-looking man. When he fired that gun, though, he wasn’t real nice-looking.”

Michelle tensed again. “You saw that?”

“Yep. All hell broke loose when Ritter got shot. You wouldn’t believe it. The policeman in front of me, he turned to see what was going on, but he got knocked down and people tripped over him. I just froze. I’ve heard guns go off, fired ’em myself growing up, to scare off critters and trespassers and such. But this was different. Then I saw King shoot Ramsey. Next I seen them run off with Ritter, but that man was dead, anybody could see that. And I watched that King fellow stand there just looking down, like, like…”

“Like he’d just seen his life end too,” Michelle suggested.

“Just like that. How’d you know?”

“I know someone who had a similar experience. Did you by chance hear a sound before Ritter was shot, something that might have distracted Agent King?” Michelle didn’t want to mention that that sound could have been the ding of an elevator car because she didn’t want to influence Baldwin’s recollection.

The old woman thought about this and then shook her head. “No, I can’t say that I did. There was lots of noise. I tell you what I did do. I ran down the hallway and hid in the supply closet. I was so scared I didn’t come out for an hour.”

“But before all that you maybe cleaned the third floor?”

Baldwin looked over at her. “Why don’t you ask me what you want to ask me and save us both a lot of time?”

“Okay, did you clean Agent King’s room?”

She nodded. “They had all checked out before the event. But I got people’s names down on my list. Yes, I cleaned his room before all the shooting started, and let me tell you it needed cleaning.” She looked pointedly at Michelle.

“Why, was he a real slob?”

“No, but there was just a lot of activity in that room the night before, I guess.” She raised an eyebrow as she said this.

“Activity?” asked Michelle.

“Activity.”

Michelle had been perched on the edge of her rocker. Now she sat back. “I see.”

“Looked like a couple of wild animals had gone through that room. Even found a pair of black lace panties on top of the ceiling light fixture. Don’t know how they got there, and I don’t want to know.”

“Any idea who the other animal was?”

“No, but it seems to me you don’t look too far away, you see my point?”

Michelle’s eyes narrowed as she thought about this. “Yes, I think I do,” she said. “So you didn’t notice anyone getting off the elevator when all this happened?”

Baldwin looked at her strangely. “Trust me, honey, I wasn’t paying attention to no elevators.”