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“‘Senator Mira and I have been acquainted, professionally, for approximately ten years. In the summer of 2060, for between five and six weeks, we engaged in an affair. When said affair ran its course, we agreed to end it. The decisions to begin and end this area of our relationship were mutual. Senator Mira and I continued our professional relationship and casual friendship, as we share many of the same political and world views. I’m deeply saddened to learn of his death, and must hope the authorities identify the person responsible quickly.’”
Lauren folded her hands. “Is there anything else?”
“Yeah, a few things. Senator Mira was married, as you are.”
“That’s correct.”
“How does your spouse feel about the affair?”
“My husband and I, like the senator and his wife, have an understanding.”
“Your husband understands you cheat on him?”
Before the lawyer could interrupt, Lauren held up a hand. “It’s all right, Curtis. My husband and I understand a sexual affair is nothing more than that. Sex. If you feel the need to speak with my husband, he will also have counsel present.”
“Noted. So you and the senator just rolled off each other one day and said, Hey, this was fun, but let’s call it quits.”
“If you persist in being crude,” Flack put in, “this meeting is over.”
“Okay. You and Ed finished up a spirited round of cards one night, and agreed to fold them.”
Canford inclined her head. “Basically, yes. With the understanding that should we both wish to reconnect, the door was open.”
“Did you? Reconnect?”
“No, and now we never will. If that’s all—”
“I need your whereabouts yesterday, between four and six in the afternoon.”
“I was here until five. My assistant can certainly verify that, as can my driver. I met Congresswoman Lowell for drinks at the Taj. I would appreciate it if you’d verify that with the lounge rather than disturb the congresswoman. My driver picked me back up and took me home. I believe I was home by six-fifteen. The house droid would have that on record, if necessary.”
“How about last night between midnight and four.”
“My husband and I attended a dinner party at the home of Martin and Selina Wendell. It began at eight-thirty. We left there around one, I believe, and returned home. Again the house droid can verify our return. We were in for the rest of the night.”
“Okay. Thanks for your time.”
“If you have any further questions for Mrs. Canford, or for her husband, please contact me.” Flack offered his card.
“No problem. Record off.”
Peabody held it in until the elevator, then spewed on the ride down. “She’s just hateful. That’s the exact word for her. Hateful. And she sent off bells all over the place. She could kill, oh yeah, she could. Then she’d go get a fricking manicure.”
“You’re right, and that’s why she hits rock bottom on the list.”
Peabody literally danced in place. “Come on!”
“If we could break her afternoon alibi, and if she’d been in that house, Mr. Mira would be dead. She’s not the type to leave a loose end.”
“Oh but... Damn it!” Wound up, Peabody stalked off the elevator. “What if she wasn’t there for that—she sent minions. I bet she has minions. But then... big dinner party. But she could fudge the time. She could.”
“Could. Didn’t. Here’s why she doesn’t pop for me.” Eve got behind the wheel, let her head rest back for a minute. “She doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Now, maybe we’ll scrape the surface and find out he dumped her and she didn’t want to be dumped. Bumps up motive, but then it falls apart. She wouldn’t have worked with anyone, and this took at least two people. She wouldn’t use a partner because a partner is a loose end.”
“Hey, I’m a partner.”
“In crime, Peabody.” Eve started the car, wound through the garage. “More than one person does a crime, the other is always a loose end. Besides, I believe her. More truth bells rung. They decided to cheat, cheated, decided they were bored with each other, and ended it. You know why they bored each other, Peabody? Because they’re so fucking much alike. Users, power freaks, and your word.”
“Heartless.”
