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55
I leaned on the wall next to the phone. Not because I was necessarily worried about falling down with shock or surprise. But because Lowrey's stories were usually very long. He fancied himself a raconteur. And he liked background. And context. Deep background, and deep context. Normally he liked to trace everything back to a seminal point just before random swirls of gas from the chartless wastes of the universe happened to get together and form the earth itself.
He said, "Audrey is a very ancient name, apparently. "
The only way to knock Lowrey off his discursive stride was to get your retaliation in first. I said, "Audrey was an Anglo-Saxon name. It's a diminutive of Aethelthryt or Etheldreda. It means noble strength. There was a Saint Audrey in the seventh century. She's the patron saint of throat complaints. "
"How do you know shit like this? I had to look it up. "
"I know a guy whose mother is called Audrey. He told me. "
"My point is, it's no longer a very common name. "
"It was number 173 on the hit parade at the last census. It's slightly more popular in France, Belgium, and Canada. Mostly because of Audrey Hepburn. "
"You know this because of a guy's mother?"
"His grandmother too, actually. They were both called Audrey. "
"So you got a double ration of knowledge?"
"It felt like a double ration of something. "
"Audrey Hepburn wasn't from Europe. "
"Canada isn't in Europe. "
"They speak French there. I've heard them. "
"Of course Audrey Hepburn was from Europe. English father, Dutch mother, born in Belgium. She had a U. K. passport. "
"Whatever, what I'm saying is, if you would ever let a guy get a word in edgewise, if you search for Audreys you don't get too many hits. "
"So you found Audrey Shaw for me?"
"I think so. "
"That was fast. "
"I know a guy who works at a bank. Corporations have the best information. "
"Still fast. "
"Thank you. I'm a diligent worker. I'm going to be the most diligent unemployed guy in history. "
"So what do we know about Audrey Shaw?"
"She's an American citizen," Lowrey said.
"Is that all we know?"
"Caucasian female, born in Kansas City, Missouri, educated locally, went to college at Tulane in Louisiana. The Southern Ivy League. She was a liberal arts student and a party girl. Middling GPA. No health problems, which I imagine means slightly more than it says, for a party girl from Tulane. She graduated on schedule. "
"And?"
"After graduation she used family connections to get an intern's job in D. C. "
"What kind of intern's job?"
"Political. In a Senate office. Working for one of her home-state Missouri guys. Probably just carrying coffee, but she was called an assistant to an assistant executive director of something or other. "
"And?"
"She was beautiful, apparently. She made strong men weak at the knees. So guess what happened?"
"She got laid," I said.
"She had an affair," Lowrey said. "With a married man. All those late nights, all that glamour. The thrill of working out the fine print in trade deals with Bolivia. You know how it is. I don't know how those people stand the excitement. "
"Who was the guy?"
"The senator himself," Lowrey said. "The big dog. The record gets a little hazy from that point onward, because obviously the whole thing was covered up like crazy. But between the lines it was a torrid business. Between the sheets too, probably. A real big thing. People say she was in love. "
"Where are you getting this from, if the record is hazy?"
"The FBI," Lowrey said. "Plenty of them still talk to me. And you better believe they keep track of things like this. For leverage. You notice how the FBI budget never goes down? They know too many things about too many politicians for that to ever happen. "
"How long did the affair last?"
"Senators have to run for reelection every six years, so generally they spend the first four rolling around on the couch and the last two cleaning up their act. Young Ms. Shaw got the last two of the good years and then she was patted on the butt and sent on her way. "
"And where is she now?"
"This is where it gets interesting," Lowrey said.
I pushed off the wall and looked over at Deveraux. She seemed OK. She was eating what was left of my pie. She was craning across the table and picking at it. Demolishing it, actually. In my ear Lowrey said, "I've got rumors and hard facts. The rumors come from the FBI and the hard facts come from the databases. Which do you want first?"
I settled back against the wall again.
"The rumors," I said. "Always much more interesting. "
"OK, the rumors say young Ms. Shaw felt very unhappy about being discarded in the way she was. She felt used and cheap. Like a Kleenex. She felt like a hooker leaving a hotel suite. She began to look like the kind of intern that could cause serious trouble. That was the FBI's opinion, anyway. They keep track of that stuff too, for different reasons. "
"So what happened?"
"In the end nothing happened. The parties must have reached some kind of mutual accommodation. Everything went quiet. The senator was duly reelected and Audrey Shaw was never heard from again. "
"Where is she now?"
"This is where you ask me what the hard facts say. "
"What do the hard facts say?"
"The hard facts say Audrey Shaw isn't anywhere anymore. The databases are completely blank. No records of anything. No transactions, no taxes, no purchases, no cars or houses or boats or trailers, no snowmobiles, no loans or liens or warrants or judgments or arrests or convictions. It's like she ceased to exist three years ago. "
"Three years ago?"
"Even the bank agrees. "
"How old was she then?"
"She was twenty-four then. She'd be twenty-seven now. "
"Did you check the other name for me? Janice May Chapman?"
"You just spoiled my surprise. You just ruined my story. "
"Let me guess," I said. "Chapman is the exact reverse. There's nothing there more than three years old. "
"Correct. "
"They were the same person," I said. "Shaw changed her identity. Part of the deal, presumably. A big bag of cash and a stack of new paperwork. Like a witness protection program. Maybe the real witness protection program. Those guys would help a senator out. It would give them an IOU to put in their back pocket. "
"And now she's dead. End of story. Anything else?"
"Of course there's something else," I said. There was one last question. Big and obvious. But I hardly needed to ask it. I was sure I knew the answer. I felt it coming right at me, hissing through the air like an incoming mortar round. Like an artillery shell, aimed and ranged and fused for an air burst right next to my head.
I asked, "Who was the senator?"
"Carlton Riley," Lowrey said. "Mr. Riley of Missouri. The man himself. The chairman of the Armed Services Committee. "
56
I got back to the table just as the waitress was putting down two slices of peach pie and two cups of coffee. Deveraux started eating immediately. She was a whole chicken pie ahead of me, and she was still hungry. I gave her a lightly edited recap of Lowrey's information. Everything, really, except for the words Missouri, Carlton, and Riley.
She asked, "What made you give him Audrey Shaw's name in the first place?"
"Flip of a coin," I said. "A fifty-fifty chance. Either Butler's buddy screwed up her case numbers or she didn't. I didn't want to assume one way or the other. "
"Does this stuff help us?"
Small words, but big concepts. Help, and us. It didn't help me. Not with Janice May Chapman, anyway. With Rosemary McClatchy and Shawna Lindsay, I wasn't so sure anymore. Lowrey's news cast a
strange new light on them. But Lowrey's news helped Deveraux, that was for damn sure. With Chapman, at least. It decreased the chances about a billionfold that her local population was involved with her in any way at all. Because it increased the chances about a billionfold that mine was.
I said, "It might help us. It might narrow things down a little. I mean, if a senator has a problem, which of the five or six chains of command is going to react?"
"Senate Liaison," she said.
"That's where I'm going. The day after tomorrow. "
"How did you know?"
"I didn't. "
"You must have. "
"It was just a random choice. I needed a reason to be there, that's all. "
"Wait," she said. "This makes no sense. Why would the army get involved if a senator had a problem with a girl? That's a civilian matter. I mean, Senate Liaison doesn't get involved every time a politician loses his car keys. There would have to be a military connection. And there's no military connection between a civilian senator and his civilian ex-girlfriend, no matter where she lives. "
I didn't answer.
She looked at me. "Are you saying there is a connection?"
I said, "I'm not saying anything. Literally. Watch my lips. They aren't moving. "
"There can't be a connection. Chapman wasn't in the army, and there certainly aren't any senators in the army. "
I said nothing.
"Did Chapman have a brother in the army? Is that it? A cousin? A relative of some kind? Jesus, is her father in the army? What would he be now, mid-fifties? The only reason to stay in at that age is if you're having fun, and the only way to have fun at that age is to be a very senior officer. Is that what we're saying here? Chapman was a general's daughter? Or Shaw, or whatever her real name was?"
I said nothing.
She said, "Lowrey told you she got the intern job because of family connections, right? So what else can that mean? We're talking about having an actual senator who owes you favors here. That's a big deal. Her father must be a two-star at least. "
I said nothing.
She looked straight at me.
"I can tell what you're thinking," she said.
