Simple Genius (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 3)
“I’m from Ohio. Maybe it’s famous around here, but the news hasn’t reached Dayton. Sorry.”
“Well, my husband actually runs the place. Again, it’s not exactly a state secret.”
Sean appeared stunned. “Valerie, let me ask you one simple question.”
“Why would a man like that let his wife go to bars by herself and have dinner with strange men?” Sean nodded. “Well, let me give you a simple answer. He doesn’t care what I do. Some days I don’t know why he married me. Well, I do. I make a terrific first impression. But with Ian, the effect wore off.”
“So if Ian goes his way and you go yours, why not just divorce?”
She shrugged. “Divorces tend to get nasty and take too much energy. You said you’d been divorced. Isn’t that true?”
“Very true,” he admitted. “I guess he keeps pretty busy. I mean with the war on terror and everything.”
“Or it just could be that I’m not interesting enough,” she said.
Sean sat back and looked pensive. “It was love at first sight for my wife and me. But then she changed, or I changed, who the hell knows. She didn’t like lawyers very much. I guess it was doomed from the start.”
“Maybe that’s what happened to me too.”
“Why, how
did you and Ian meet?”
“I was with a private contractor that worked with the CIA. My field is or was bioterrorism long before it became so popular. Ian and I met at a conference in Australia. That was before he’d been promoted to run Camp Peary of course. I’d actually visited the place before I even knew Ian. But I got burned out and left. He still revels in that world. That’s the difference between him and me. And it’s become a big difference.”
“Wait a minute. That’s why it sounded familiar. Didn’t they find a body at Camp Peary?”
Valerie nodded slowly. “The guy apparently climbed over the fence and shot himself.”
“Damn, why would anyone do that?”
“Everybody has issues, problems.”
“You sound like you speak from experience.”
“We all speak from experience, Sean.”
After dinner was over they walked down the street together.
“This was a great evening, Valerie, thank you.”
“It was a depressing evening, due in large part to me.”
Sean remained silent. He simply didn’t have a good answer to this. Finally he said, “I’ll be in town for about a week. Would you like to do this again?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said.
“Could I at least have your phone number?”
“Why?”
“Is there any harm in talking?”
“There’s harm in everything.” Even so, she reached in her purse, pulled out a pen and piece of paper and wrote a number down and handed it to him.
“You can leave a message there; if I don’t call back, well, I’m sorry. Thank you for saving me from another night in that bar. Goodbye.” She touched his arm, then walked off down the street, leaving Sean feeling very troubled. Valerie Messaline was probably what she seemed to be: a lonely woman treading water until something happened. His only viable lead to Camp Peary had just disappeared. Now where should he start looking?
The answer came to him almost as quickly as the question had. The only thing was, would he have the courage, or more accurately, the level of insanity needed to pull it off?