Guilty Minds

15

Sitting in a cab that smelled powerfully of curry, I reached Gideon Parnell at dinner. In the background I could hear the clinking of silverware against china, and crowd hubbub, and someone’s raucous laugh.

“I talked to the call girl.”

“You what? How?”

“A little research and a little footwork.” The less I told him about what we’d done, the better. We’d broken any number of laws, and he was a lawyer. “The bad news is that she’s well prepared and well rehearsed. I couldn’t shake her story, and I tried.”

“I didn’t think you’d be able to get to her. I’m impressed.”

I considered telling him about the watcher, the ex-DC cop, but decided to hold that back until I’d figured out whether the guy, Curtis Schmidt, was there to protect her or to monitor her. Also, I had more interesting news to give him.

“Whoever’s setting up Claflin is good. They had someone check into the Hotel Monroe under his name with a fake ID and credit card. But we found a hole in the setup. No one actually entered the room. They checked in but never stayed there.”

“Really? You can prove this?”

“Yes. That should be enough to jettison their story.”

There was a long pause. “I don’t think so,” Gideon said at last. “It’s subtle. Too subtle.”

“You think?”

“We need to determine who’s behind this. Who’s doing it. When we hit back, we need to hit back hard. We need to be as thorough as possible. We need to show those gossip mongers what a giant fraud this whole thing is.”

I sighed. Actually, he was right. The fact that no one checked into a room was enough to discredit the story in a court of law, but not in the court of public opinion. In real journalism, but not in gossip. Slander Sheet operated in the world of perception, not the legal system.

“Well, we still have time,” I said. “A little over twenty-two hours, by my watch. When’s your interview with the reporter?”

“I’m seeing Ms. Seeger tomorrow morning at nine A.M.”

“I thought we had until tomorrow at five.”

“That’s when they press the button and the story goes live. Unless we disprove it before then. My deal with them, the way I bought forty-eight hours, was I’d give them an interview. And by the way, I’ll want you present for that.”

“Of course. But I want to talk to Seeger before that. Like tonight, if possible.”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“I need to size them up. See what else she’s got.”

“Then be my guest. But be careful. These Slander Sheet people, they’re scorpions.”

Another call was coming in. After the 202 area code, the first three digits of the phone number were 224, which told me it was a Senate phone number. I said good-bye to Gideon and took the second call.

“Nick, it’s Kelly again.”

“Hi, Kelly.”

“The senator’s had a cancellation in his schedule. If you can get over to his hideaway office in the next fifteen minutes, I can get you in to see him before his dinner with constituents.”

I looked at my watch. It was seven o’clock. More like bourbon o’clock, for Senator Brennan. “How’s he doing — I mean, you know, this late in the day?”

Her reply sounded a little stiff. She knew what I was asking — how drunk was the guy? — but she was still the protective, and discreet, staff member. “He’s had nonstop meetings this afternoon, so he should be okay.” Meaning he hadn’t had a chance to take a nip, presumably. Though I wondered whether Pat Brennan carried a hip pocket flask around during the day. It wouldn’t surprise me. She gave me directions. I thanked her and hung up.