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“Can’t hear you,” he roars.
“This is not a pep rally, Hayden. Sit down and shut up. There will be no food. When the congressman arrives, please offer him coffee, Tulia.”
“Sure, Rebecca.” Her breezy attitude is diametrically opposed to the edginess Hayden and I exhibit.
Hayden glowers. My stomach rumbles while I worry my bottom lip.
“Micki, Hayden, do you have anything to request from Congressman Greenberg?”
“I’m finding some anomalies in his email correspondence.”
“Like what?” Hayden crosses his arms.
“He told us he has two email addresses. One for his office and a personal one. But I’ve found four.”
“So?”
“So, he lied. He must be hiding something.”
“What am I hiding?” The voice is mid-range and irascible. Congressman Greenberg is in the room.
A cool voice cuts him off. “Good morning, Simon.”
“Hello, Rebecca. Seems I arrived too early…or too late.
“Perfect timing as always, Simon,” she drawls. “Hayden, would you start, please?”
He straightens up, even though he hadn’t been slouching, his voice almost apologetic. “We’ve had preliminary discussions about interviews with family, friends, and colleagues. Now I need to start setting up the appointments, but you haven’t provided the list yet, Congressman. I’d like to begin with your former firm and the members of your campaign staff.”
“Liaise with my secretary.” Greenberg’s dismissive tone is meant to show that, as the client, he has the upper hand, at least over us menials.
Rebecca ignores the power grab. “Micki, do you have any issues?”
“Congressman.”
He eyes me.
“Right now, I’m tasked with checking all of your email correspondence.”
“I know, and I don’t approve. My privacy is being invaded.”
“True. But you’re facing both civil and criminal investigations, which means, in essence, you have no privacy.” Rebecca, palms flat on the table, snaps, “You should know that Simon.”
He glares.
“Unless you want to plead guilty, suck it up.”
He looks like a sulky teenager, mouth clamped shut.
I know he’s hiding something. Financial shenanigans? An affair?
Rebecca throws me a look and I continue.
“There are at least four email accounts going through your desktop computer. You told us you only have two.”
“The others belong to my wife and daughter. No big deal.”
Then why lie about it?
