Stone talked right over her. “Spying on your own people and doing your best to try and get ahead of the other guy. The only thing that’s lost in the process is actually solving the case, and maybe saving some lives down the road.”
“Well, that won’t help Tom Gross.”
“You’re right, it won’t. What might have helped Tom Gross was a little trust and cooperation from his own agency.”
“What exactly did he tell you?” Ashburn asked, her features full of confusion.
“Basically that if he couldn’t even trust his own side how the hell would he ever solve the case?”
Ashburn looked down and then cast furtive glances around the park where the investigation was proceeding, albeit at a more subdued pace. “I finally got some background on you,” she said, her gaze still avoiding his.
“I’m sure that will make its way into your amended report.”
> “Did you really turn down the Medal of Honor?”
Stone glanced at her. “Why do you want to know?”
“My son is in Afghanistan. Marines.”
“I’m sure he’ll serve his country well, just like his mother.”
“Look, you can be pissed at me, but leave my son—”
“I don’t play that game. I meant exactly what I said. You’re just doing your job. I don’t fault you. If I were in your shoes, I’d be upset too. I’d want to strike back too. And if you want to use me as a target that’s fine. There’s plenty of blame on my end. I won’t deny that.”
With this brutal self-judgment hanging out there the woman’s features softened.
“I’ve actually been going over things again, about what happened in Pennsylvania, I mean. That’s really why I came here to find you.”
“Why would you be going over things again? You already filed your report, as you said.”
“Look, I am pissed. Tom was a friend of mine. I do want a target. And you seemed like a very handy one.”
“All right,” Stone said evenly.
“The thing is, I’m not sure you actually did anything wrong. I interviewed the state cops. They said you probably saved their lives. Acted before they even knew what was happening. That you got shots off at the shooter and were after him while they were still wondering what was going on.”
“I’ve probably had a bit more experience than they have in those types of situations.”
“So I understand,” she said frankly. “And Tom could have called in backup when he contacted the LEOs. In fact he should have.”
“I honestly thought the dangerous part would be at Kravitz’s place, not the tree farm.”
Ashburn let out a resigned breath. “I believe you.”
“And I hope you believe me when I tell you I won’t rest until I find out who did it.”
She stared at him for a long moment. “I do.”
The two agents exchanged a firm handshake and then Ashburn disappeared into the darkness. A few moments later Stone gazed out at the red blinking light and then over at imagined points on the grass where he gauged that the “bullets” would be “hitting” based on his roughly estimated trajectory. He punched in the number for Chapman. “Go up one floor,” he said.
A few minutes later the lights commenced again.
He called her. “I think that’s it. Any evidence of the guns having been fired from there?”
“No casings, but I’ve got a patch of what looks like oil or grease. I’ll collect some of it for examination. And when I opened the window, there was no squeak or creak.”
“Like it had been opened recently.”
“Yes, but, Oliver, you didn’t tell me this place was a U.S. government building undergoing renovation.”
“I was hoping I was wrong.”
CHAPTER 46
STONE AND CHAPMAN RETURNED to his cottage. They had just settled in to talk over this latest discovery when Chapman hit the light on Stone’s desk, plunging the space into darkness.
“What is it?” hissed Stone.
She didn’t have time to answer.
The door burst open and Stone counted at least three men hurtling through it.
“Oliver?”
“Annabelle?” he said, when she appeared in the doorway.
A second later Reuben fell into the room, landing on the wooden floor.
“Reuben,” exclaimed Stone.
Annabelle helped Stone get the big man up and over to a chair. Blood