Capital Crimes

23

KINNEY DIDN’T LIKE MAKING the phone call, but he did. The president couldn’t take the call but returned it half an hour later.

“Tell me the news, Bob,” Will Lee said.

“Mr. President, I’m sorry, but our man was the wrong man.”

“I’m sorry to hear it.”

“He looked perfect, but the man had a stroke last year and, in spite of a lot of therapy, he still has to use a walker, and his right side is partially paralyzed. He’s right-handed, too.”

“You checked with his doctors?”

“Yes, we went over his medical records and talked with his physiotherapist. Our search of the house turned up absolutely nothing except four handguns, all registered and legal.”

“Well, keep at it, Bob. It’s only a matter of time before this man kills again.”

“I know, sir, and we’ll give the case everything we’ve got.”

The president hung up.

Kinney was discovering that he did not like disappointing presidents.

He called a meeting of his team, and when they were assembled, he spoke. “Let’s go through the whole thing again, every detail of every murder. There’s bound to be something we’ve missed.”

The team discussed every murder at length, and when they had finished, they had come up with nothing new.

“Have we found any other suspects at any other federal agency?” Kinney asked.

“No, sir,” the man in charge replied. “Coulter was perfect, but he’s obviously not our guy.”

Kinney thought for a moment. “Suppose he faked the stroke and is lying to his therapist about his paralysis? It’s elaborate, but it’s an excellent way of diverting suspicion from himself.”

An agent spoke up. “I spoke to his neurologist, who treated him for the acute effects of the stroke, and the man says there’s no way he could fake what he went through. Coulter nearly died. His physiotherapist says he’s worked extremely hard but has recovered very slowly. Faking is not an option.”

“I want a team on Coulter at all times. If he shows the slightest sign of not being paralyzed, we’ll be on top of it. See if we can get a wiretap warrant, too. I want us to listen to his phone conversations.”

One of the senior men spoke up. “Bob, this is a real stretch. The only benefit I can see in it is if, rather when there’s another murder, if we could establish Coulter’s whereabouts at the time, we could prove he’s not involved.”

“Do it,” Kinney said.

KATHARINE RULE LEE sat at the head of her conference table and looked at the people around her. “Do you agree with the FBI’s conclusions about Coulter?” No one spoke. “Anybody?”

Finally, an officer spoke up. “Reluctantly, yes. God knows it would have been easy if Coulter had been the man, but he’s clearly not. He’s just not physically capable of doing what this killer has done.”

“Could he have done these murders, using an accomplice?” Kate asked.

“Possibly,” the man replied, “but I have to consider it very unlikely. Certainly, Coulter has the expertise to tell somebody how to build the bomb and use the poison, and lots of people are good shots, but we can’t find anyone in Coulter’s background who would be a candidate. We’ve gone through all of his periodic personnel reviews and polygraph tests. We’ve looked at all his known associates and at his personal politics, which are pretty much nonexistent. The man’s not even registered to vote. Before his stroke, he and his wife had no interests more boisterous than bingo at their church and a regular bridge game. They’re dull as dishwater.”

“Certainly, his employee evaluations back that up,” Kate said, fingering his file. “I’ve never read anything duller. When he was still on active duty, the man actually recorded the daily soap operas, so he could watch them at weekends.”

“There’s no intellect at work there,” somebody said.

“Is everyone satisfied that there’s no current or former employee of the Agency who comes even close to fitting the profile for this killer?”

There was a murmur of assent from the group.

“All right, then: I can tell the president that the man is not from our ranks.” She stood up. “Thanks, everybody.”

BACK AT HER desk, Kate called Will. He came on the line immediately.

“What’s up?”

“I just wanted you to know that our people here have reviewed the Coulter file and every other possible suspect employed by the Agency, both now and in the past, and that none of our people fit the FBI profile of the right-wing killer.”

“You feel certain of that?”

“As certain as we can be. We’ve given it our best shot, and there’s just nobody. Apart from Coulter, we don’t even have anyone to interview.”

“Thanks for letting me know,” Will said. “I’ll see you this evening. You going to be on time for dinner?”

“I should be, if nothing comes up.”

“See you then.” The president hung up, and the first lady went back to work.