Guilty Minds

7

Who else knows?”

Claflin shrugged. “No one except you and my wife and Gideon, as far as I know. My wife and I may have our differences, but she’d never betray my confidence. I’m certain of that.”

“Are you still being treated?”

“No. I had twelve sessions at Sibley.”

“Did they work?”

He smiled, unexpectedly. “They did, thank you.”

“Maybe it’s not a coincidence.”

“What’s not?”

“That each of the occasions you allegedly saw a call girl occurred at the same time as you were being treated at Sibley. Whoever is setting you up must know about the treatments.”

“I don’t see how it’s possible. Unless someone at the hospital...”

“Anything is possible.” I thought for a moment. “You allegedly met with this girl in a room at the Monroe.” The Monroe was one of the finest hotels in DC, a few blocks from the White House. “Have you ever stayed there?”

“Why would I stay in a hotel? I live here.”

“When you moved out of your house, for example.”

He shook his head.

“I’ve never stayed in a hotel in town.”

“The questions refer to hotel records at the Monroe, claiming you reserved a room for each of those nights.”

“How would anyone know that?”

“Obviously they had a source at the hotel who checked the guest registry database.”

“But it’s not true. How long do we have before they decide whether to run the piece?”

I looked at my watch. “As of five P.M. yesterday it was forty-eight hours. By my count, there’s twenty-seven hours left.”

“That’s impossible. What can you possibly hope to accomplish in twenty-seven hours?”

“I guess we’ll find out.” I stood up. “Now I’d better get to it.”

The white marble corridors downstairs were mostly empty now. The floors gleamed. My footsteps echoed distantly. I found the bank of gray metal lockers, located mine, and opened it.

And stared at the empty compartment.

Nothing was there. My laptop, my iPhone: gone.

I double-checked the number on the key. It matched the number on the locker. I had the right locker, and my belongings had vanished.

At the end of the rows of lockers was a cloakroom where you could check your coat or umbrella or whatever else you couldn’t stuff into a locker. The attendant on duty was a matronly black woman with large sleepy eyes behind elaborate eyeglass frames that swooped down from the temple to the earpiece. Her black hair glistened with pomade. She spoke in a gruff, gravelly contralto.

“Honey, you know what kind of rush we get before court starts? I got a line halfway out to the street. Even if I could see the lockers from here, which I can’t, I sure don’t have time to look. I’m sorry, dear. I wish I could help you.”

“You keep the spare keys here, right? I’m sure people lose locker keys all the time.”

She blinked a few times, looking like she was on the verge of drifting off to sleep. “Less than you might think. I’m sorry, I don’t understand. You’re telling me you think someone took stuff out of your locker, right? So why’re you needing a spare key?”

I tried not to show my impatience. “Maybe someone took one of your spares and opened my locker. Would you mind checking to see if one’s missing?”

She shrugged and reached down to get something from under the counter. Then, key in hand, she unlocked a gray steel box mounted to the wall. I saw the row of green plastic key fobs, and even though I was too far away to read the numbers, I didn’t have to. There was no gap in the row of keys. None was missing.

She turned back, shook her head. “Nope.”

“The policeman who brought me over here,” I began.

“What policeman would that be, sir?”

“He met me when I came in, an hour or so ago, and brought me over here. Big tall blond guy, brush cut? Did you see him come back here at any point?”

She shook her head slowly with an exaggerated swing from side to side. “Doesn’t sound familiar. One of our Supreme Court police?”

I thought for a moment, remembering his uniform. “He was Washington Metro Police.”

“I doubt that. We have our own Supreme Court police. You see the tan patch on his left shoulder?”

He had no tan patch on his shoulder. “Thanks,” I said, spun around, and began striding down the hall.