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mation on his brothers.
“You might say that Günter is the black sheep of the family,” Werner said with a sigh. “The underachiever.”
“And now, apparently, the felon,” Emerson said.
“?‘Felon’ is such a harsh word,” Werner said. “And this is a very delicate matter. My brother Manny is about to be sworn in as a Supreme Court justice.”
“And this would be a bad time for a scandal to break?” Emerson asked.
“The worst time.”
“So Günter gets to disappear with impunity.”
“Not impunity,” Werner said. “We would like to bring him back here, but without the involvement of law enforcement or the press.”
“In other words, without anyone knowing about it,” Emerson said.
Werner rose, indicating that the meeting was concluded. “Yes, I suppose that covers it.”
Emerson nodded decisively. “All right, I’ll do it.”
Werner looked surprised. “Do what?”
“I’ll help you find Günter.”
Werner looked around the room. He was apparently so confused he even looked to Riley for clarification.
“I don’t think Mr. Grunwald was asking for your help,” Riley said to Emerson.
“Of course he was. Why else would he tell me all this? In fact, I’m quite good at finding lost things. Not my keys or the television remote, but other things of more interest. My high school aptitude test scored me very high as a finder of lost objects. And I once found a man bobbing about in the Indian Ocean.”
Emerson stood, stuck his hand out, and Werner, looking a little dazed, mechanically shook it.
“If you feel I need to be compensated for my time you can make my payment out to your favorite charity,” Emerson said to Werner. “I assume Günter’s office is next to yours?”
“Yes,” Werner said, puzzled. “How did you know that?”
“He’s your brother. You’d give him the second-best office. Nice, but without the view of the Capitol. Not because you like him or feel compelled out of family responsibility, but because one must keep up appearances.”
Emerson walked out of Werner’s office and into Günter’s office. Werner followed him. Riley followed Werner.
The office was nearly as big as Werner’s. Though Werner’s was decorated with austere Danish Modern simplicity, Günter’s décor was baronial, with heavy furniture, dark wood paneling, and full brocade curtains on the windows. Riley almost expected to see Rumpole of the Bailey sitting in the embossed leather chair at the monstrous desk.
Emerson stood in the middle of the room, turning slowly around, as if he were a camera, taking it all in.
“There are no mementos, no personal photographs here,” he said.
“His wife came in a few days ago and may have removed them,” Werner said. “I think she’s given up hope that he’ll return.”
“Did Günter have an assistant?”
“Maxine Trowbridge,” Werner said. “She’s just one office away.”
Emerson gave one last sweeping look around and went to the door. “I’d like to speak to Maxine.”
“Of course,” Werner said, leading the way.
Emerson paused at the open doorway and looked in at Maxine.
