D.C. Dead (26 page)

“You stay right where you are, young fellow. You’ve got school to do, and Dino and I are up to our ears in all this.” Holly took the paper from him and started to read.

“Oh, all right, but when I’m back in New York or when you’re up here, I want to know everything.”

“All right, when it’s all over I’ll give you the details.”

“I’ve got to run, Dad, it’s dress rehearsal today.”

“Take care of yourself, Peter.” Stone hung up.

Holly put down the paper. “I don’t believe this. They’ve got Charlotte Kirby’s story, and your interview was only yesterday.”

“I don’t believe it either,” Stone said. “Charlotte would never have told a newspaper reporter all that. The White House must be going nuts.” The cell phone rang again, and Stone picked it up. “Hello?”

“It’s Fair Sutherlin,” she said. “The White House has gone nuts over this story. What were you thinking, talking to the papers?”

“I haven’t talked to the papers, and neither has Dino. Do you think we’re insane?”

“Charlotte had to be sent home from work, and I don’t know how she can go on working here with this hanging over her head. How could you?”

“I’m telling you, I didn’t!” Stone said, with some heat.

“Who knew about this besides you and Dino?”

Ӏ width="“Just the principals in the investigation, nobody else. I haven’t even had a chance to tell the Lees.”

“Think, Stone: how could this have gotten out in all this detail?”

“I suppose Charlotte could have talked to somebody.”

“It wouldn’t be in her interests to do that,” Fair pointed out.

“I know, you’re right. Look, I’ve only just seen the papers. Let me get back to you when I know more.” He hung up before she could speak again.

Stone got out of bed, walked across the living room, and hammered on Dino’s door. “Dino! Get out here, we’ve got trouble!”

“All right, all right,” came the muffled reply.

Holly had gotten into a robe and followed Stone with the paper, then Dino came out of his bedroom in pajamas, looking sleepy “What?” he said.

Holly handed him the paper. Dino sank into a sofa and began to read. “What the fuck?” he said, finally.

“Where’s Shelley?” Stone asked.

“She slept at home last night. She left right after you and Holly disappeared.”

“She’s the only other person besides the three of us who knew about our conversation with Charlotte Kirby.”

“Oh, come on, Stone, you know better than that. Shelley would be jeopardizing her career by blabbing to the press about this.”

“You’d think so,” Stone said, “but we know it wasn’t any of the three of us. Who else knew about Charlotte Kirby?”

“Charlotte Kirby did, dummy,” Dino said. “She must have talked to somebody.”

“Isn’t there stuff in the story Charlotte didn’t know?” Holly asked.

Dino shook his head. “We were at a dinner party the other night where everybody at the table seemed to know most of it. But Charlotte would have been the only person who knew about her story.”

“Let’s go see Charlotte Kirby,” Stone said. “Where’s the FBI file? Her address is in there.”

“On the coffee table,” Dino said, reaching for the phone. “I want some breakfast first, and I need a shave and a shower.”

“So do I,” Stone said.

Holly went into the bedroom, then called out, “Your cell is ringing again.”

Stone went back into the bedroom and answered it.

“This is the White House operator,” a woman’s voice said. “Will you speak to the first lady?”

“Of course,” Stone said.

“Stone?” Kate Lee said.

“Mrs. Lee, I know why you’re calling.”

“I should think you do. What on earth is going on?”

Stone looked at Holly; he needed to hand off this call.

“I’m not here,” Holly whispered.

“We haven’t found out yet, but we’re working on it. May I call you back later today, when I should know more?”

“Oh, all right,” she said, “but it had better be good.” The first lady hung up.

“Oh, shit,” Stone said. He sat down on the bed and put his face in his hands.

41

DINO DROVE, WHILE STONE WORKED THE CAR’S NAVIGATOR and Holly sat in the rear seat. The sexy woman’s voice directed them, turn by turn, to a pleasant street in Arlington, Virginia.

“Uh-oh,” Holly said, “look up ahead.”

There were two large vans parked on the street in front of a nice split-level house, and there were half a dozen other cars, as well. The lawn was populated with men and women with cameras, microphones, and notebooks. “Oh, Jesus,” Stone said.

“Pull over here,” Holly said, when they were three or four houses away.

“Aren’t we going in?” Stone asked.

“Are you kidding? After that story in the papers this morning, every reporter here has a photo of you and Dino in his pocket. You’d be manufacturing a whole new headline.”

“I see your point,” Stone said.

“Further to my point,” Holly said, “they don’t have a photo of
me
in their pockets, and I’m not going to give them the opportunity to take one.”

“So, what do we do?” Dino asked.

“Just sit tight for a minute,” Holly said, taking out her cell phone and dialing a number. When it was answered, she identified herself. “I need a street cleaned, and right now,” she said. She gave the address of Charlotte Kirby’s house. “Two TV vans, half a dozen cars, and a dozen reporters and technicians. Soonest. And I want the street blocked for the rest of the day, except for identified residents.” She hung up. “It’ll be a few minutes,” she said.

“You can do that?” Dino asked. “Block a street and throw out the media?”

“Let’s just say
someone
can do it,” Holly replied. “You and I don’t need to know whom.”

“Who,” Stone said drily.

“Oh, shut up.”

Stone leafed through his copy of the
Times
, folded the Arts section back to the crossword, uncapped his pen, and started in.

“He does that every day,” Dino said.

“Don’t I know it?” Holly replied.

“In ink,” Dino said, “just to annoy me.”

“I wish you two had brought your own crosswords,” Stone said. “Now, be quiet so I can think.”

“You need quiet to think?” Holly asked. “You wouldn’t make it as a CIA officer.”

“And you never finish a crossword,” Stone said.

They sat quietly in the car for another ten minutes, then two Arlington police cars drove into the street from opposite ends, their lights flashing, no sirens. The cars stopped, and four officers emerged and engaged the crowd on the lawn in conversations. Voices were raised, arms were waved, and insults were shouted, but the crowd eventually was swallowed up by their respective vans and cars and drove out of the block, whereupon the two police cars took up station at each end of the street.

“I think we can go in now,” Holly said.

“That was very nրeatly done,” Dino said admiringly as he drove to the house and pulled into the driveway. “If I tried to do that in New York, I’d end up in stocks.”

“We can do it in New York, too,” Holly said, getting out of the car.

The three of them walked to the front door of the house and Stone rang the bell. Nothing happened. Stone stepped back and regarded the house. A lamp was on in a window, but there was no other sign of life.

“She’s not going to answer,” Dino said.

Holly started to walk to the rear of the house. “Wait here,” she said.

Stone and Dino leaned against the wrought-iron railing of the porch and waited. “She’s going to break in,” Dino said, “isn’t she?”

“They teach them that at the Agency,” Stone replied.