First Family (13 page)

A
N HOUR LATER
they pulled into the parking lot of a two-story building at an office park in Loudon County.

“How’d you know where he worked?” asked Michelle.

“I’m a friend of the family.” He paused. “And I snitched a business card from Tuck’s bedroom.”

“So one of the kids was not Pam’s? Only which one?”

“Pam’s a redhead and Tuck has blond hair. Willa has really dark hair. The other two kids are towheads.”

“So even though it’s a recessive gene maybe the red hair
was
relevant.”

“And of interest.”

Inside, Sean and Michelle strolled up to the receptionist’s desk.

“I’m Sean King. This is my partner, Michelle Maxwell. We’re representing Tuck Dutton in this awful business with his family.”

The receptionist, a young woman with short brown hair and wide sad eyes, said, “Oh, God, I know, we’ve all heard. It’s horrible. How is he doing?”

“Not that well, actually. He asked us to come by his office and pick up some things.”

“I hope he’s not concerned about work at a time like this.”

Sean leaned in closer. “I think it’s the only thing keeping him going, actually. We just came from the hospital.”

“You say you’re representing him?” the woman said slowly. “Are you lawyers?”

Sean flashed his credentials. “Private investigators. We’re working to find out who did this and also to get Willa back.”

“Oh, God, I wish you luck. Willa came in here a few times. What a super little girl.”

“Absolutely,” said Michelle. “And in kidnapping cases time is of the essence. That’s why Tuck wanted us to look at anything he was working on that might tie into the case.”

She looked uncomfortable. “Oh, I see. Well, a lot of things Mr. Dutton’s working on are sort of, well, confidential. You know, proprietary stuff.”

Sean smiled. “I understand that completely. He told us as much. Maybe there’s someone here who can help us?”

The woman smiled, obviously grateful to pass the situation on to someone else. “Absolutely. Let me call Mr. Hilal.”

She picked up the phone and a few minutes later a tall, thin, balding man in his forties came into the lobby. “I’m David Hilal. Can I help you?”

Sean explained why they were there.

“I see.” Hilal rubbed his chin. “Come on back and let’s discuss this.”

They followed him to his office. He closed the door and sat across from them.

“How is Tuck?”

Sean answered. “Physically, he’ll recover. The emotional part is a different story.”

“It was horrible. I couldn’t believe it when I heard.”

“I know your firm is involved in some sensitive biodefense work. Tuck said you were in the middle of trying to get a big government contract in that field?”

“That’s right. We’re a subcontractor on the bid. But if we win it, it’ll be huge for us. Several years’ worth of business. Tuck was devoting a lot of time to it. As we all were.”

“And that’s why he was down in Jacksonville on the day it happened?”

“That’s… right,” Hilal said hesitantly.

Michelle added, “Well, was it or wasn’t it?”

Hilal looked uncomfortable. “This is really Tuck’s company. I’m only his partner.”

“We’re working with Tuck,” said Sean. “We just want the truth to come out. And we want to find out who killed Pam Dutton. And we want to find Willa. I assume Tuck wants that too.”

“This is awkward,” said Hilal. “I mean, it’s not really my place.”

Michelle leaned forward and tapped her finger on the man’s desk. “We’re talking about a little girl’s life.”

Hilal slumped back in his chair. “Okay, I think Tuck was down in Jacksonville with someone.”

“Someone? He said he was down there at the office the company maintains to work on the project. Is that not right?”

“No, we do have an office there. It’s staffed with only one person, though. A woman.”

Sean and Michelle exchanged glances. “This woman have a name?” he asked.

“Cassandra. Cassandra Mallory. She was working on the proposal. We hired her about six months ago. She has incredible contacts at DHS. Lots of people wanted her.”

“Because she could help get them business?”

“Government agencies are like anything else. Winning contracts is built on relationships and trust. The Feds like comfort and familiarity. Cassandra being part of our proposal would help us immeasurably.”

“And Tuck was down there with her. Are you saying in something other than a professional way?”

“She’s a very attractive woman. Very bright. Blonde, nice tan, favors short skirts,” Hilal added in an embarrassed tone. “She and Tuck really hit it off. Her expertise wasn’t on the technical side, it was in sales. And the lady could sell. Pretty much anything.”

Sean leaned forward. “Was Tuck having an affair with this woman?”

“If you’re asking if I have any proof, I don’t. It’s just little things. Like him going down there so often. Things I’ve heard.”

“So nothing concrete?” asked Michelle.

“There were some credit card charges that came through about a month ago. I’m sort of the unofficial CFO here. I review the bills, sign the checks.”

“What were the charges?”

“It was just something weird about Tuck’s expenses down there.”

“Some flowers, candy, or lingerie for sexy Cassandra?” Michelle asked.

“No, you misunderstand me. It wasn’t what he charged, it’s what he
didn’t
charge.”

“I’m not following,” said Sean.

“He didn’t have a charge for a hotel room on his corporate card.”

Sean and Michelle exchanged another glance.

“Maybe he used another credit card,” suggested Michelle.

“He always uses the corporate card. In government contracting you have to be very meticulous with expenses and charges. We only use that card for work. Plus Tuck gets all his points on that card. He uses it for plane tickets, upgrades, we all do.” Hilal hurried on. “And he always stays at the same place down there. It’s a nice hotel, but not too expensive. And he gets all the point perks with that chain. But this time he was gone for three nights and had no hotel charges on his credit card.”

“And Cassandra has a house down there?”

“A condo right on the water. I
hear
it’s very nice,” he added hastily.

“And there wasn’t anyone else Tuck would’ve stayed with?”

“He didn’t know anybody else down there. The only reason we opened that office was because Cassandra lived there and didn’t want to make the move up here and didn’t want to work out of her home. I think there were covenants in her condo building docs that precluded that. Plus, Jacksonville is a big defense area and we might want to go after other work down there. So it made sense to have a footprint.”

Sean sat back in his chair. “What did you really think when you’d heard about what happened to his family?” he asked. “Truthfully.”

Hilal let out a long sigh. “It’s no secret that he and Pam weren’t the closest couple in the world. He had this business and she kept the home fires burning with the kids. But murdering his wife and kidnapping his own daughter? Tuck’s no saint, but I can’t see him doing something like that.”

“Do you think Pam suspected something was going on?”

“I honestly don’t know. I didn’t have that much interaction with her.”

“If he wanted out of the marriage there’re easier ways to do it,” Michelle pointed out.

“Right. Why didn’t he just divorce her?” asked Sean.

Hilal tapped his fingertips against the desk. “That might’ve been problematic.”

“Problematic how?”

“I said that we hired Cassandra about six months ago. Before that she’d been working for the Department of Homeland Security in their contracts department. That’s the same agency we’re trying to win the contract from. That’s what I meant when I said she had great contacts.”

“So if Tuck tried to divorce Pam then maybe the affair would become public?”

“In the world of government contracting the Feds don’t like even the
appearance
of a conflict of interest. If the prime contractor we’re subbing found out about an affair with a former employee of DHS, it would be a big problem. Maybe not enough to kill the relationship under normal circumstances, but this isn’t a normal circumstance.”

“What do you mean?” asked Sean.

“Tuck is the president’s brother-in-law. Everyone is already edgy about an appearance of preferential treatment because of that. And the government might even think there was hanky-panky going on between the two
before
she left the agency and maybe they’d start checking past contracts awarded to us. It gets complicated real quickly. It’s tough enough as it is to win these types of bid competitions. The other side will exploit any gaffe.”

“You realize that you’ve just built up a very plausible scenario for Tuck to have orchestrated this whole thing,” Sean said.

“I still can’t believe he would’ve done something like that to his family.”

Sean gave Michelle a subtle look that she still immediately translated.

She said, “We’ve got some more questions, Mr. Hilal. But do you have any coffee around here? You could probably use a cup too.”

Hilal rose. “I sure could.” He looked at Sean. “Would you like one?”

“No, but if you can just point me to the men’s room.”

Hilal led them down the hall and directed Sean to the restroom while he and Michelle headed to the lunchroom.

Instead of hitting the john, Sean doubled back and slipped inside the office two doors down from Hilal’s and which they had passed on the way in. This was Tuck Dutton’s turf, helpfully indicated by his name being stenciled on the door.

The space was large but cluttered and clearly showed a person juggling many things at once. Sean didn’t waste time but went right to the computer on the desk. He pulled a small USB thumb drive from his pocket. Loaded on it was a unique program used by law enforcement to extract forensic evidence from computers without turning off the machine and seizing it. Sean had managed to snag one from a buddy of his at the FBI.

He inserted it into the slot on the keyboard, performed some mouse clicks, and the program from the thumb drive uploaded onto the screen. There was password protection on Tuck’s database, of course. The software on the USB had password override programs that would take some time, so Sean decided to opt for a shortcut. He went through several attempts before it hit him.

He typed in the name “Cassandra.” Nothing. Then he tried “Cassandra1.”

The digital gates parted and with a few commands from Sean the software started dumping select parts of Tuck Dutton’s hard drive onto the thumb drive.

A
S THE YOUNG
Secret Service agent carried the mail up from the box, his attention flickered to the package. There was no return address and the writing on the shipping label was done in block script. He relayed this information to his superiors and within thirty minutes a bomb squad truck lumbered down the street.

The explosives experts worked their magic and fortunately the neighborhood did not disappear in a nuclear fireball. Still, the contents were rather unusual.

A small bowl with the remains of hardened cereal and milk at the bottom.

A spoon with the same crusty residue.

And a sealed envelope containing a typed letter.

After the techs concluded there were no fingerprints or other useful traces on the box, envelope, or letter, the agents turned their attention to the contents of the letter.

Check the fingerprints on the bowl and spoon. You will find they belong to Willa Dutton. We have her. She is safe. We will contact you soon.

The box had been mailed to Pam Dutton’s sister’s house in Bethesda where John and Colleen Dutton were staying under Secret Service protection.

When the prints were run and compared with a set taken from Willa’s bedroom there was a clear match.

They immediately contacted the Postal Service in an attempt to track from where the package had come. The matter was given the highest priority. However, the closest they could narrow the target
to was Dalton, a town in northern Georgia. At least that’s where the package had been processed.

Later that afternoon Sean and Michelle were contacted and told to come to the Treasury Department, which was located on the east side of the White House and had a statue of Alexander Hamilton out front. They were escorted down into the underground belly of the massive building where they entered a long tunnel that ran due west and connected with the White House next door. Sean had been down here before while pulling White House protection duty; however, it was a first for Michelle. As they passed by closed doorways along the long corridor, he whispered to her, “The stories I could tell about what went on in some of these rooms.”

“I see London, I see France,” Michelle murmured back.

The First Lady received them in her office in the East Wing. She had on black slacks, a pale blue sweater, and her black pumps lay underneath her desk. She looked far more tired than the last time they’d seen her.

Sean was surprised to see Aaron Betack hovering in the background. No,
cowering
was more like it, Sean assessed. The man didn’t look like he wanted to be there. Yet what the First Lady wanted, she usually got.