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“Take the best track program,” Bree said. “The one that will take you the farthest toward your Olympic dream.”
“The best academics,” Nana Mama said, shaking her fork. “Sports are fleeting.”
For a few moments, Jannie didn’t say anything, just gave us all a cryptic smile. Then she said, “After this race, if it goes the way Coach says it could go, I think I’ll know exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
CHAPTER 7
BREE LEFT THE HOUSEfirst the following morning, heading off to her meeting at the Bluestone Group’s headquarters across the Potomac in Arlington, Virginia.
Sampson and I were not far behind her.
We drove back to Chevy Chase and the Carpenters’ neighborhood and knocked on the door of many a small mansion. We got very little. Either the residents had not known the Carpenters or they had known them so well that they were too devastated to talk.
Again and again, we were told how wonderful Sue and Roger Carpenter had been as neighbors, friends, and fellow worshippers at the nearby Episcopal church. And again and again, we saw the evidence of the strange, terrible fascination and fear that the Family Man killings had ingrained in the public mind.
“I haven’t seen it like this since the Beltway sniper attackswhen I was a kid,” said one neighbor, a man named Chuck Reed. He lived around the corner from the Carpenters. “Everyone’s scared to go out or is talking about putting in better alarm systems. But it doesn’t matter, does it? The killer has to be an expert on those systems because Roger Carpenter had one. Am I right? He disables them and goes right on in, doesn’t he?”
“We think so, Mr. Reed,” I said, giving him my card.
Elaine Parsons lived up the street from Reed in a large Tudor-style home with a For Sale sign out front. She opened her door on a chain and peered out at us with bloodshot eyes.
We held up our identification. “We’re with Metro Police,” I began.
“I figured,” Parsons said. “I don’t know anything. If I did, I’d tell you.”
“Can we talk anyway, ma’am?” Sampson said.
She hesitated, then drew back the chain and stepped out onto the porch. “Place is a mess inside. I’ve been … packing.”
She was in her late thirties, I guessed, and quite pretty, with long, wavy auburn hair. She wore yoga gear and her body looked fit, but her face was a different story. Her skin was sallow. She had bags under her eyes. Her breath and the coffee she carried smelled of vodka.
“Did you know the Carpenters?” I asked.
“Sue was the salt of the earth,” Parsons said. “And Roger was the best divorce attorney in the business. Got me this house and half of everything Hank had.”
“Hank’s your ex-husband?”
“As of last month, you betcha,” she said and sipped on the coffee and vodka.
“Did Hank know the Carpenters?”
She snorted. “He and Roger were big golfing buddies untilRoger told him I’d given him a five-dollar retainer fee years ago in case Hank and I ever got on the outs.”
Sampson asked, “When did Hank learn this?”
“When he tried to hire Roger to divorce me so he could marry Sally the Ice Queen,” she said, smiling and enjoying the memory. “Hank flipped and broke a nine iron because he knew what Roger could do to him. He called Roger a traitor even though I retained Roger the very first time I met him. I’d heard what a tiger he was and just handed him the five bucks. Turns out hewasa tiger, a kind—”
Parsons stopped talking, her jaw quivering. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She looked up at us. “Roger was one of the good guys. Even though Hank hated him after that, he did right by me. I … I can’t believe he’s gone.”
Sampson said, “When did you last see Roger or Sue?”
She thought for a moment. “I saw Sue jog by last week. Roger I saw maybe two days ago?”
“Where was that?”
She appeared confused. She squinted and said, “At his mailbox.”
“At the bottom of the driveway?” I asked.
