“I can see that. Was it typewritten like the first one?”
“Yep.”
“What did it say?”
“Not all that much. The writer was pretty economical, but there was enough in those words.”
“Like what?”
“Some things we already know. That she had to keep checking the post office box. She’s been going there every day. Waters has run a trace on the box. Dead end. The plan is when the letter does come that the FBI will take it from her.”
“Forcibly take it from the First Lady?”
“I know. I sort of envision a standoff between the FBI and the Service. Not pretty. But the truth is it’ll get worked out behind the scenes. Wolfman isn’t going to let the election get blown up over this, niece or not.”
“What else did the letter say?”
“That was the most troubling part.”
“Troubling how?” Sean said warily.
“I’m not sure this whole thing is related to the Duttons. I think it might have something to do with the First Lady.”
“You mean the kidnappers want something from the president?”
“No. The letter said that the next communication she got would reveal all. And that if she let anyone else read it, that it would all be over for her and everyone she cared about. That there would be no way out then for her. Her only chance to survive would be to keep the letter away from everyone else.”
“It actually said that?”
“Not word for word, but that’s the clear intent. Sean, you obviously knew her way back when. I’ve only been around her during this term. What could the person be referring to? Something in Mrs. Cox’s past?”
Sean thought back to the first time he’d met Jane Cox, while awkwardly carrying her newly minted U.S. senator and drunken husband into their modest house. Yet nothing had come of that.
“Sean?”
“Yeah, I was just thinking. I’m coming up with zip, Aaron.”
He heard the other man sigh. “If I just risked my career for nothing.”
“I don’t think you did. What that letter said changes things, Aaron. I just don’t know how.”
“Well, if this does involve the First Lady and the shit hits the fan, right in the middle of a campaign, I don’t want to be within a thousand miles of that fallout.”
“We might not have a choice.”
“Anything on your end?”
“Just trying to follow up some leads along with Waters.”
“How’s Maxwell? Heard her mother died.”
“She’s doing okay. Best as can be expected.”
“For what it’s worth I thought you both got raw deals at the Service.”
“Thanks.”
Aaron clicked off and Sean went back to his binders after spending a few minutes fruitlessly racking his brain about anything in Jane Cox’s past that could explain the current situation.