“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?”
“Impressive,” said Brown. “I also read that you got a very sweet payoff from the government.”
“No more than he deserved,” said Jamison. “In fact, money doesn’t come close to compensating him for twenty years of his life.”
“I’m not arguing with that. So let’s go to dinner and I can get to know your friend better.”
“Why?” asked Decker.
“In my off hours I’m actually a very social person, Decker,” said Brown.