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“You knew about it, though, right?”
“Can’t hardly miss it, can you.” A few people from the pool area were pointing over at them. The kid quickly rose. “Excuse me, I’ve got to go.”
Sean continued his walk. Nobody at this place was prepared to talk. Yet if Monk Turing had killed himself, there had to be a reason. With enough digging, that motivation would surface, Sean was sure of it.
He stopped near the building with the water tower attached. The sign on this building read “Hut Number Two.” As he approached the front entrance an armed guard stepped forward and put a hand up.
Sean held out his badge and explained who he was. The guard scrutinized the security badge and then eyed him. “Heard they were sending someone down.”
“Did you know Monk Turing?” Sean asked.
“No. I mean I know what he looked like but fraternization between the guards and the brains is not encouraged.”
“Any peculiar behavior that you noticed?”
The guard laughed. “Man, all these guys are pretty much whack jobs in my book. Too much smarts can be a bad thing, you know what I mean?”
Sean motioned toward the building. “So what’s Hut Number Two?”
“You can ask, but I won’t tell. Not that I know all that much anyway.”
Sean tried two or three more times to get additional information but, to his credit, the guard held firm.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where Turing lived on the grounds?” he finally asked.
The guard pointed down a path with trees bordering either side. “First right, second bungalow on the right.”
“His daughter living there?”
The man nodded. “Along with somebody from Child Services. And an armed guard.”
“Armed guard?”
“Her dad’s dead. You take precautions.”
“This place looks pretty well guarded actually,” Sean remarked.
“So’s Camp Peary, but someone managed to kill Monk Turing over there.”
“So you think he was murdered? Not a suicide?”
Now the guard looked uncertain. “Hey, I’m not the detective.”
“The FBI and the local police, you talked to them?”
“We all did.”
“They have any theories?”
“None that they cared to share with me.”
“No security problems with Turing? No strangers hanging around here?”
The guard shook his head. “Nothing like that.”
“Turing was killed with his own gun. Did you know he owned one?”
“As far as I knew only the guards have guns.”
