worked here a long time. And they’ve taken real good care of me. But if she moves in with one of her daughters, she won’t need me.”
“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. She might want to stay.”
“Maybe,” Cissy said doubtfully. “Now, I’ve got work to do, so…”
Decker and Jamison thanked her and retreated to the library to wait for the Dabneys to arrive home.
“Wow, I had no idea the Dabneys had been through all that,” said Jamison. “Makes it even sadder.”
Decker said nothing. He just sat there staring around the room.
Then his eye caught on something. It was a black bag strap sticking out of the drawer of the desk that was situated against one wall of the room.
He walked over, opened the drawer, and pulled out the bag.
“What is that?” asked Jamison.
Decker unzipped the bag and pulled the device out. “A really old video recorder. Uses VHS tapes.”
“Anything in it?”
“No, but there’s a tape still in the wrapper.” He felt around inside the bag and pulled out remnants of a wrapper from another tape. He looked down at the plastic with the 3M logo on it. Next he opened up all the desk drawers and looked through them.
“Anything?” asked Jamison.
“Walter Dabney was a very tidy and organized man. Even the rubber bands are neatly arranged, pencils and pens divided, not a stray scrap of paper.” He looked around the library at the books. “We searched this place before and you know what we found?”
“What?”
“That all the books are alphabetized by the last name of the author.”
“Organized, like you said.”
Decker held up the odd scraps of plastic. “So why not throw this away? There’s a wastebasket right next to the desk.”
“I don’t know.”
Decker held up the tape. “And we’ve seen something shaped like this before.”
“We have? Where?”
“In the bag the woman was carrying when she and Dabney were leaving the bank after cleaning out his safe deposit box. You could see the rectangular outline through the bag.”
“Wait a minute, you think he used that camera to do a videotape? And that was what was in the safe deposit box?”
“Yeah, I do. And by that time Dabney probably didn’t care about being neat and tidy, so the plastic wrapper just got left there.”
It was right then that they heard a car drive up. Decker quickly put the camera bag back, looked out the window, and saw the five women get out of an SUV. A few moments later they could hear them coming into the home.
A minute later Ellie Dabney came into the library. “I didn’t expect you to be back,” she said, her expression weary.
Jules appeared behind her. “What’s going on, Mom?”
Decker said, “We just have a few more questions.”
“Have you found out anything?” said Jules. “About Dad?”
“We’re working on it,” said Decker.
Ellie sat down, and a moment later Cissy came in carrying a cup of steaming tea. She handed it to Ellie, glanced surreptitiously at Decker, and then hurried out of the room. Jules sat down next to her mother.
Ellie said absently, “What questions?”
Decker sat down across from her. “Your husband had done well for himself.”
“Yes, he had,” snapped Jules. “What of it?”
Decker kept his focus on Ellie. “He was at NSA when you got married?”
“That’s right. He was there for about a decade, right out of college. He started his business on our wedding anniversary.” She smiled weakly. “He said it was good karma, good luck to take the plunge then. The kids were still young. In fact, Natalie was just a toddler.”
Jules said, “What does any of this have to do with what happened?”
Decker said, “We’re trying to establish certain things in connection with what happened. The first one being is there a connection between your father and the victim.”
“I told you that I could think of none,” said Ellie.
Decker eyed her closely. “Has Natalie spoken to you?”
“About what?”
“Her husband’s gambling debts.”
“No, I haven’t.”
This came from Natalie, who was standing in the doorway, her overcoat still on, and a glass of white wine in her hand.
Ellie looked at her youngest daughter. “Gambling debts, Natalie? What is he talking about?”
Natalie looked sourly at Decker, walked into the room, and flopped down into a chair. She took a swig of her wine and said, “Okay, why the hell not? I guess it’s not enough that I had to go and look at my father’s dead body today.” She sat up, drained her glass, and said, “Corbett had gambling debts. They were huge. The people he owed them to were really bad. They threatened to kill us, and they meant it. I called and asked Daddy for help.” She stopped there and looked away.
A stunned Ellie glanced at Decker. “I don’t understand.”
“Your husband found the money to pay off those debts by stealing classified government secrets and selling them.”
Ellie Dabney slowly rose on wobbly legs. “What?”
Jules stood and supported her mother with an arm under her elbow.
“What bullshit is this? Dad stealing secrets? That’s crap.”
“How else was he going to get ten million dollars?” asked Decker.
Jules paled and shot her sister a glance. “Ten million dollars! Is this true?”
Natalie looked dully at her older sister. “Why in the hell do you think I’m divorcing the prick, because he’s no longer good in bed?”
“You asked Dad to come up with ten million dollars!” screamed Jules.
“Who else was I supposed to ask?” her sister screamed right back. “Don’t you understand? They were going to kill Corbett, me, and Tasha, okay? My daughter was going to die. I had no choice.”
The noise of the confrontation brought the two other sisters rushing into the room. Samantha exclaimed, “What the hell is going on?”
“Your bitch of a little sister made our father commit treason to pay the gambling debts of her dickless husband, that’s what!” shouted Jules.
The blood drained from Amanda’s and Samantha’s faces. “W-what?” said Amanda in a quavering voice.
“How could you, Nat!” said Jules, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
“I didn’t know he was going to steal government secrets,” said Natalie in a hollow voice. “Look, I…I never thought…”
“That’s right, you never thought,” accused Jules. “You never did think, except about yourself! And now we know why Dad killed himself. Because he was ashamed of what he did. Of what you drove him to do!”
During all this, Ellie had just stood there staring at the floor.
Decker was watching her. He said, “Mrs. Dabney, can we talk privately?” He eyed the sisters. “I think this might be more productive without the histrionics.”
“Histrionics,” exclaimed Jules. “You sonofabitch! What the hell gives you the right—”
Ellie turned and slapped her daughter across the cheek. “Shut up!”
Jules fell back, holding her cheek and looking stunned.
“But Mom!” began Natalie.
“All of you, not another word,” said Ellie. “Leave, just get out, go somewhere, get drunk, I don’t care. But just leave this room. Now!”
Looking hurt and offended, the sisters, shooting dark glances at Decker and Jamison, slowly filed out of the room. When the door closed behind them Ellie sank into her chair.
Decker waited a few more moments before saying, “The question becomes, was this a one-off or not.”
“What does that even mean?” said Ellie, not looking at him.
“Your husband was able to find a buyer for the secrets relatively fast. If he hadn’t committed espionage before, reason would dictate that he wouldn’t have been able to do th
at. But if he had sold secrets before, then he might have had a ready-made purchaser. You see the logic?”
She slowly nodded. “I see the logic. But I can’t believe it applies in this case. My husband was a patriot. He would never betray his country.”
“But that’s exactly what he did do,” Decker pointed out.
“Only to save his daughter,” she shot back. “That would be the only reason. His family!”
“It’s still treason. And we have to find out if he had committed it before.”
“I can’t believe that he did.”
“So you can’t help us?” said Decker.
“I knew nothing of his business. I already told you that. If Walt were stealing secrets, I have to imagine that someone at work would have known about it. But they have checks and balances in place for just that reason. He told me that.”
Decker shot Jamison a glance. “We should have followed that up before.”
Decker and Jamison stood. She said, “We’re sorry to be putting you through all of this.”
“I didn’t think this could possibly get worse.” She paused. “Only it just did.”
They left her there staring at…nothing.
Which was maybe all that the woman had left.
CHAPTER
43
“SO WE GO BACK to Dabney and Associates?” asked Jamison.
They climbed into the car. When Decker looked back at the house he saw Natalie at a window staring out at them.
If looks could kill, thought Decker.
He nodded and said, “Yes.”
They reached Dabney’s office about thirty minutes later.
The reception was not one they expected.
The doors to Dabney and Associates were closed and chained shut. The interior of the offices was dark. And two guards in Army uniforms stood out front.
Decker and Jamison walked up to them. Decker held out his FBI creds. The two guards were not impressed.
“Where are the people who work here?” asked Jamison.
Neither guard answered.
“We’re investigating this case,” said Decker. “And we need to get inside this space.”
“That won’t be happening, sir,” said one of the guards. His hand moved across the butt of his holstered M11 pistol.
“This is a federal investigation,” pointed out Jamison.
The guard leveled his gaze on her. “And I’ve got my orders. Until those orders change, no one goes in. Period.”
Jamison was about to say something else when Decker grabbed her arm. “Let’s go. We’re wasting time here.”
They rode the elevator back down to the lobby and ran smack into Faye Thompson. She looked like she’d been crying.
When she saw Decker, her features turned to a scowl. “You bastard!”
“Excuse me?” said Jamison defensively.
Thompson got right in Decker’s face. “We were fully cooperating with you. And then you pull this shit?”
“I didn’t pull anything,” Decker replied calmly. “We just got kicked out too.”
“Don’t lie to me. This has FBI written all over it.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, the FBI doesn’t wear Army uniforms.”
“You people are all in this together.”
“That’s not how—”
“Do you realize what you’ve done?” snapped Thompson, drawing attention from other people passing by in the lobby. “You’ve ruined us. We’re done. Shutting us down like this? We’re guilty as charged without ever having due process.” She pushed a finger into Decker’s chest. “You screwed us over, you prick.”
“Actually, he had nothing to do with it,” said a voice.
They all turned to stare at Harper Brown. She was dressed in cammies with a sidearm. She walked over to stand directly in front of Thompson. “It wasn’t the FBI. It was the DIA. If you have a problem with anything, you can take it up with me.”
“You had no right to—”
“We had every right. This is a national security issue. If you want to continue to discuss it, we can do so at DIA HQ.”
“Just because one of our partners—”
Brown broke in: “I won’t tell you again, Ms. Thompson. If you want to discuss this, it won’t be here, in public. You know better than that.”
Thompson gazed around at the passersby staring at her. “You’re going to hear from our lawyer!” she barked.
“Looking forward to it,” said Brown. “Hope you have a good one. You’re going to need it.”
Thompson seemed about to hurl another comment, but then she turned and stalked off.
Brown turned to Decker and Jamison. “Well, that was pleasant.”
Decker eyed her clothing. “Why the military duds?”
“I’m officially wearing my Army hat today.”
“So you shut them down?” said Jamison.
“We took all the computers, servers, and records. Our people are currently going through them.” She paused and added, “Not to worry. We’ll share whatever we find with the Bureau.”
“So you decided on a full frontal attack on Dabney’s business?” said Decker.
“Let’s go up, shall we?”
She led them onto an elevator car and they rode back up to Dabney’s floor. When they got off she led them to the entrance, showed her creds to the guards, and they unchained the door and allowed them to pass.
Once inside, Jamison said, “Nice to have the golden key to get in here. Those guys out there wouldn’t budge.”
Brown said, “Of course they wouldn’t budge. They’re Army. They have orders. They follow them. There is no room for discussion.” She turned to Decker, who was looking around the dark offices.
“So what do you think?” she asked.
“About what?”
“About what we’re doing here.”
“If I had to guess, I’d say you were trying to flush out a spy by attacking.”
She nodded approvingly. “Very good, Decker.”
“I didn’t say I agreed with the tactic,” he added.
“Well, maybe I don’t either, but it’s been done.”
“So it didn’t originate with you, then?”
“I follow orders just like those men out there.”
“Dabney and Associates has a lot of employees.”
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