The Fix

Chapter 44

“Why are we here, Decker?”

Jamison was staring down at him as he perched on a couch in Anne Berkshire’s million-dollar condo and gazed around.

Decker didn’t answer right away.

“I don’t like incongruity,” he said a few moments later.

“Such as?”

“Such as why buy a condo like this and buy a top-of-the-line Benz if you don’t decorate it with your stuff, in the case of the condo, or don’t really drive it around, in the case of the Mercedes?”

“So she was eccentric, so what?”

Decker shook his head and stood. “It goes beyond mere eccentricity. She also has a run-down farmhouse and a crappy car that she drives to work and on her rounds as the proverbial Good Samaritan.”

“What does that tell you?”

“If you were a spy and had made money, you might buy this condo and that car, but you would enjoy them. Not just have them. Because you would have earned it. Now, if you just have them but don’t enjoy them, there must be a reason. So in Berkshire’s case, what is that reason?”

Jamison thought about this. “I don’t know. We speculated she might have felt guilty.”

“If she was still spying, she obviously was not feeling guilty.”

“But there’s no evidence that she was still spying. She was a substitute schoolteacher. And look at the stuff in the storage unit. It’s old. Floppy disk and an outdated security badge.”

“But at her farmhouse we found a flash drive. That’s not old 1980s technology. And added to that, someone nearly killed me to get it. And why have the old farmhouse with a flash drive hidden in the toilet paper holder if you’ve long since retired from espionage?”

Jamison opened her mouth to say something but then closed it. “Good point,” she finally managed to say. “But if that’s the case, then she must have been working with Dabney. I mean, otherwise it’s quite a coincidence that he commits espionage and ends up gunning down someone who’s also a spy.”

“Maybe,” said Decker doubtfully.

“Decker, it has to be! You don’t believe in coincidences, not even small ones. You always say that. So if Berkshire was spying, it had to have been along with Walter Dabney. That would explain why he could find a buyer so fast for the secrets. Berkshire probably arranged it.”

“And who tried to kill me at the farmhouse and stole the flash drive? And what was on it?”

“More secrets. Berkshire probably wasn’t working alone. She gets killed and her associate goes there to get whatever materials she kept there. You saved them the trouble. They attacked you and found it. That all holds together,” Jamison said, a note of triumph in her voice.

Decker went over to stare out the window.

“You forgot to congratulate me on my brilliant theory,” said Jamison.

When Decker said nothing, she walked over to him. “You don’t think I’m right?”

“Let’s put it this way, Alex. I don’t know that you’re wrong.”

“Well, that’s something. Do you have an alternative theory?”

“Not right now, no.”

Jamison looked around the space. ‘What happens to this place? And all her money? They haven’t found any family to leave it to.”

“Haven’t given that any thought.”

“How did you leave it with Agent Brown?”

“Vague,” said Decker.

“You mean like you’re being with me right now?”

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“To where it all started.”

Decker and Jamison walked the route that Decker had when he’d been unwittingly following Walter Dabney to the man’s doom. They passed the guard shack and Decker circled back.

The guard inside was the same man who’d been on duty that morning. He recognized Decker and stepped out of the shack.

“Helluva thing that morning,” he said.

“Helluva thing. Glad you were there to back me up.”

“No problem. It’s my job.”

“I’m sure you’ve already been asked this,” began Decker. “But had you seen Dabney before?”

The guard nodded. “A few times. I think the last time was a couple months before. They told me he was going to a meeting that day.”

“And Anne Berkshire?”

The man shook his head. “No. Don’t remember her. But, man, lots of people pass along here during the course of a day. Faces get jumbled after a while.”

“I hear you,” said Decker. “Do you remember seeing a clown that day? The person would’ve been up the street from you, closer to the café where Dabney was waiting.”

“Give me a sec.”

A truck with “GSA” painted on the sides had turned toward the underground garage entrance and the guard walked over to speak the driver.

As Decker watched, the driver showed his ID and paperwork and then the guard pulled his walkie-talkie and spoke into it. Another guard came out a few seconds later with a bomb-sniffing dog. Another guard followed with a device that had a mirror used to look under vehicles. The two guards and the dog performed their tasks as the guard Decker had been talking to rejoined him.

The man nodded. “Yeah, I did see the clown. I was thinking it was a little early for Halloween.”

“You didn’t happen to see where the clown went?”

“No. I keep my eyes roaming around, mostly looking for folks paying the Hoover Building too much attention.”

“Is that a problem?” asked Jamison.

“You get crazies for sure. Most are harmless. But it only takes one. And we’ve had problems.”

Decker looked around. “Do you have exterior surveillance cameras?”

The guard stepped closer and his voice dropped. “Dirty little secret is we used to. I mean the cameras are still there and visible, but most aren’t operational. One reason we’re moving out of this space. Place is falling apart.”

“Right,” said Decker. “Well, thanks.”

They continued on and reached the spot where Dabney had shot Berkshire. Decker stopped and looked down at the pavement.

“Are you seeing blue?’ asked Jamison.

He nodded absently, lifted his gaze, and looked around. “If Dabney and Berkshire were working together, why would they meet down here? Dabney had a meeting scheduled with the Bureau. And you wouldn’t think he’d want his partner in espionage within a hundred miles of the place.”

This comment took Jamison aback as they started walking along. “Okay, I do not have an answer for that,” she said.

“And it didn’t seem to me that Dabney and Berkshire even knew each other. Forget the point that Dabney apparently needed the clown to signal him that Berkshire was coming. That doesn’t necessarily mean that Dabney didn’t know what Berkshire looked like. He might have been shown a picture of her, though none was found on his person.”

“He might have been given a picture and just memorized her features.”

“Right. The clown thing was just about timing, allowing Dabney to intercept Berkshire. But when I saw them together that morning, it did not seem to me that they knew each other.”

“And then he shot her?”

“And then he shot her,” replied Decker.

“It seems like we take a step forward on this case and then we take two steps back.”

“Sometimes it seems that way on every case,” said Decker.

“But we are going to solve this sucker, right?”

Decker didn’t answer.