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“That’s always the kicker. About six months before the Federal Reserve heist a two million dollar donation was given to Kids With Cancer anonymously. That was the largest single donation by one patron they’d had since the charity’s inception.”
“Can you see who the anonymous donor was?”
“It’s going to take some digging with my lady love.”
Carver was referring to his computer. He seemed to have unnatural feelings for an object that plugged into the wall. Of course, before I’d met Jack and was having regular sex I’d had unnatural feelings for an object that had plugged into the wall too.
“They’ve got the money hidden behind a bunch of bogus corporations. But if we keep following the money we’ll get to the right spot.”
“Did you find anything else in the financials?” Jack asked.
“That wasn’t enough? You’re going to be babysitting for a whole week if you don’t start showing some appreciation.”
“Fine. I’ll start digging through the research and you walk around town dressed like me to see if one of the Vagos will shoot you in the street.”
“When you put it that way I should probably stick with the research. My wife hates it when I get shot.”
“I can sympathize,” I said. “I’ve never been very fond of Jack getting shot either. Are you sure no one is following us?”
“We’re in the clear. We loaded you up in the garage and you hid in the back. As far as anyone watching the house is concerned we were just changing shifts. And we’ve got two federal cars following us now just to make sure.”
“Did you check out Wolfe?” Jack asked. “Any money problems?”
“I know everything about him down to what kind of underwear he likes to buy. He’s clean so far as I can tell. His business is good. He’s a solid P.I. with a good staff, and this is D.C. so you know there are plenty of people always spying on other people. Wolfe makes more than you and I put together and then some. He’s not having money problems at all.
“He does, however, seem to have women problems. He goes through them like Kleenex. The girl he’s seeing now—the one who reported him missing—her name’s Lisa. They’ve been together a couple of weeks. She wasn’t very helpful when questioned. She didn’t even know what his last name was or what he did for a living. According to her he looked like the ultimate bad boy and the tats on his chest are smokin’.” He paused for a second. “I guess that’s a good thing?”
“Oh, it’s definitely a good thing,” I said, thinking of Jack’s tattoo. It never failed to drive me crazy. Jack looked at me and raised a brow and I could tell he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Knock it off. You’re fogging up my windows.” Carver flipped on the wipers as a light drizzle started to fall. “So much for the sunny weather.Stupid springtime.”
Carver maneuvered through D.C. traffic at top speed and I sat back and buckled myseatbelt as the rain started falling a little harder.
“Anyway, I combed through the files on all of your men. They were mostly in good shape. A couple had some debt trouble, but nothing severe. I didn’t see any evidence that anyone besides Elliott was on the take or involved with the heist. And I looked damned close.”
“What about family members of the robbers?”
“I’m still wading through that. Greer divided up the financials between his men to go through, but I told them to just send it all to me. I’ve got a computer program that can do it faster. We should have more information by the time we get back to Bloody Mary tomorrow. What the hell kind of name is that for a town anyway? Creeps me out.”
Carver drove into the parking garage at the J. Edgar Hoover Building. I’ve never been a fan of parking garages. First of all, they were confusing and I could never figure out how to get out. Second of all, they were dark and seemed like a really good place to kill someone. My only consolation was that I was with two armed men. I’d had to leave my gun in the car.
Once we got through security, Carver led us through a long hallway with gray industrial carpet that opened up into a large office space shared by several agents. The noise level was higher than I expected it to be. We turned off into a side hallway and Carver opened a door for us.
“You two watch in observation. If something they say clicks or you need me to follow up on something, just send a text.” With that Carver shut the door and left Jack and I in a dark little room no bigger than the size of a large closet.
A man and woman sat at a table in the room next to ours, and I saw the door open as Carver stepped through and took a seat across from them.Jack adjusted the volume on the wall console.
“Thank you for being here, Mr. and Mrs. Lieber,” Carver said. “We’ll get this finished as quickly as possible.”
“This is an outrage,” the man said. His accent was prim and upper crust and his posture defensive with his arms crossed over his chest. His hair was solid silver and his face had bones of good breeding, much likehis wife who sat next to him, her hands clutching a handbag worth more than I made in a month.
“We’ve sat through your interrogations before, and I don’t see why we have to suffer through it again. Our children are dead. What more could you possibly try to take from us?”
“Harold, remember your blood pressure,” the woman said, patting his hand gently. Her face was ashen but her eyes glittered with anger as she skewered Agent Carver with a look. “This is unconscionable. Haven’t we suffered enough? We haven’t been able to show our faces in our social circle for six years.”
“It must be terrible,” Carver said deadpan. “Mr. Lieber. You asked what more we could possibly take from you. Do you blame us for the death of your children? Despite the circumstances surrounding how they were killed?”
“You gunned them down like animals. They had brilliant minds. Both of them. Eric was a Rhodes scholar. And Karl had won more awards by the time he was twenty for the advancement of technology than most people will get in a lifetime. The medical examiner said Karl and Eric had a combined twenty-two gunshots to their bodies. I know how the police work. It’s violence first. You thirst for it and bathe in the blood of your enemies.”
