Kurt sat at his desk, nibbling at a tuna sandwich and looking at some reports. Tony’s death, Rachel’s car brakes, the ambassador to Chile, the Senator’s wife committing suicide, and now Claire’s apartment building having burned down. In all his years on the force, he’d never encountered so many things happening in such a short time period. All of them with one common name attached, Claire Winslow.
The phone rang, it was Claire’s attorney. “There’s no reason for her to be afraid, Counselor. She’s not involved in any of this. Not anymore than you or me. Tell her to save her money and forget about needing your support. Really, the whole idea is laughable. Like she’s going to barricade herself in her burning apartment house so she looks like a victim? Yes, we are lucky she’s still with us. I’ll tell Claire if and when she needs your services. Not at all, and good talking to you too.”
Kurt picked up his sandwich and took another bite. What is it about that woman? He heard a knock on his door. “Yea, come in.”
Joe, one of Kurt’s more valuable detectives came in and sat across from him. “Kurt, I’m hitting dead ends with all this crap happening to the Senator. It reeks of a professional. This person is good at hiding tracks.”
“I know. The other common name that keeps popping up is Senator Hancock. What do we know about his wife?”
“That’s just the thing. I’ve got a funny feeling about this. I found the court papers for their separation, but I have a friend who works for the county. She told me that these documents didn’t exist before yesterday. She won’t tell me how she knows, but if her information is correct, it makes your Claire Winslow seem like a victim of foul play.”
“Can I see them, Joe?” His friend handed the documents to him. “Who do we have that can authenticate these? You know, a Tony type.”
“Already thought of that. There’s a pretty decent guy in forensics. I arranged for him to get the originals for a test.”
“Good, then I guess we wait.”
Joe sat in silence for a few moments before asking, “How well do you know Senator Winslow?”
“What do you mean by that?” Kurt stood, angry at the thought of anyone questioning her integrity. “She’s probably the only honest Senator we’ve got. She’s there for a damn good reason, and all this other shit is just that. What do you mean by that question?”
Joe put his hand up, and gestured for him to sit. “Listen to you, Man. Are you sure you should be in charge of her case or cases in this case?” Joe laughed. “Oh come on, Kurt. Lighten up. I’ve seen you around her and it looks like maybe you’re feeling a little too close to this one. You sure you’re not getting sweet on her? That’s all.”
“See what you can find out about that Ambassador. Check the dates. I want to know where the Senator was during the alleged times. I’m going to talk to the fire chief. I need to know if this was arson.” Kurt stood, grabbed his hat and went to the door. “And see if they have any more to go on about Ms. Ross’s brakes. Jesus, and the anthrax. For God’s sake. Do you hear how ridiculous I sound?”
“Hey, Kurt. Did you want the rest of this?” Joe held half the tuna sandwich up while giving him a goofy expression.
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