“I agree, and no, I don’t think he made it up. The guy spends most of his time thinking about Twinkies.”

“Circumstantial is also pretty strong.”

“Right again. Our work is cut out for us.”

“So you are working this one?” said Cassell.

“If I can’t be a cop, you know.”

“I know. Solve a big one.”

“Only thing keeping me going.”

“What happened to you was an injustice, Mace.”

“Thirty percent.”

“What?

“That’s roughly the percentage of cops at MPD who think I was bad.”

“That means seventy percent think you were railroaded. A politician would love to have those approval ratings.”

“Well, for me anything less than a hundred sucks.”

“You can’t live your life trying to make people understand something they don’t want to understand.”

“I’m not doing it for them. I’m doing it for me.”

“I guess I can see that.”

She tapped his hand with her finger. “So why did you agree to meet with me tonight?”

“To tell the truth, I’m not sure.”

“Something’s bugging you, isn’t it?”

“The sperm.”

“But it wasn’t yolked.”

“Planted sperm.”

“Okay.”

“It’s happened before, but not very often. In fact, it’s about as rare a forensic misdirection as there is, but not impossible. But the thing is, if you do it and do it well, a conviction is almost inevitable.”

“So you think it wasplanted?”

“The cervix.”

“Come again?”

“The semen was high up on the cervix. I mean really high. I’ve read Dockery’s arrest file. Nearly sixty. Living on the streets for years. I actually saw him in the jail. I haven’t examined him, of course, but to my doctor’s eye he has many serious health problems. Arteriosclerosis almost certainly, high blood pressure, probable diabetes, basal cell carcinomas on his face. He’s at high risk for stroke, aneurysm, and various cancers. And I would bet a thousand dollars that he has an enlarged prostate and possibly even cancer there.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that for him to be able to even get it up is a miracle, much less rape the woman and shoot his semen that far up in her cervix.”

“Well, he said he did it in a cup.”

“A cup is not a woman’s vagina. Did he say how long it took him to do it in the cup?”

“He said it took some time. He also told us they gave him a girlie magazine.”

“I would bet it took him a long time even with the girlie magazine.”

“That could be important, because Tolliver wasn’t at the office more than two hours before she was killed. And chances are it was a lot less than that. Maybe thirty minutes to an hour.”

“No problem for an eighteen-year-old. But if a guy in Dockery’s condition can get an erection in less than four hours, if at all, you can give me what he’s taking. Do you know why the pharmaceutical companies make billions of dollars off stuff like Viagra and Cialis?”

“Because older guys can’t get it up without help?”

“Exactly, especially for guys Dockery’s age. And keep in mind this is just between you and me. I won’t repeat this on the witness stand. You can get your own expert. Under the law my findings are an open book for the defendant’s counsel to use. But he has to draw his own conclusions and what I’ve said is just speculation. I really can’t form an opinion about it.”

“Understood. But speculate on one more thing. Do you think they might have given Dockery a pill to help him do it in the cup?”

“I wouldn’t bet against it.”

“Hopefully, he’ll remember when we ask him. He’s not that stellar on details. And they could’ve stuck it in a Twinkie. But how long would the sperm last in her? If Dockery is telling the truth, they had to get it from him, store it, transport it to the crime scene, and shoot it into her. Someone I talked to said the stuff breaks down after a while. That’s why they have to yolk it.”

“It does. The motility and other elements do degrade. The sample I examined hadn’t been there longer than seventy-two hours.”

Mace sat back. “How about less than twenty-four? Say he gave the sample on Sunday and she was killed on Monday?”

“No. Longer than that. At least three days.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’d stake my reputation on it.”

“That’s good enough for me.” She stood. “Thanks, Doc.”

“For what? I’m not sure I was very helpful.”

“No, I think you cleared up a lot. The only problem is, if what I’m thinking is right, I’ve got a ton of new questions that need answers.”

“I hope you get them.”

“Me too.”

A few minutes later Mace burned down the road. She wasn’t heading back to Abe Altman’s manse. She was heading to Georgetown. If she was right then there was a force behind all of this that scared her. In fact, it might just scare her right to death.

CHAPTER 96

JARVIS BURNS LEFT his office building late and hailed a cab. When he was with Sam Donnelly he traveled by motorcade. On his own, public transportation was deemed good enough. He didn’t mind. In fact, it was the perfect opportunity to take in another meeting.

He settled back against his seat in the taxi. The cabbie eyed him in the mirror. He wore a white loose-fitting cotton shirt, and in his own country would have also had a black-and-white kaffiyeh on his head, which symbolized the man’s Palestinian heritage. This man, Burns knew, had just flown in from the Middle East. He typically lived at thirty-five thousand feet for extended periods of time, passing over oceans and also arid geography where men killed each other with great frequency over issues of religion, land, natural resources, and simple, intractable hate.

“Mahmud,” Burns began. “How are you, my friend?”

Mahmud studied Burns closely and then pulled the cab from the curb. He had spent most of his life in constant conflict with others, had lost both parents and two siblings to violent deaths. His parents had been betrayed by those they thought were friends. Therefore their son trusted no one. He had known desperate poverty and didn’t care for it. He had known what it was like to be powerless and cared for that even less. He carried bullet holes and bomb shrapnel in his body. He had been a fierce warrior for his cause. Yet he had come to realize that there were other ways to play the game that did not involve the risk of imminent death. And that there were other rewards to be had while one was still living.

In crisp English he said, “I am here. I never take that for granted.”

“I share that philosophy.”

“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, Jarvis,” he said. “I think your country is finally learning the value of this. Isolation emboldens those who hate you. It allows them to paint a picture of your country to their fellow citizens, and it is never a pretty picture when they do.”

“Agreed, agreed,” Burns said hastily.

“But that is not what we need to discuss?”

“I wanted to make clear that the situation that has arisen is truly under control.”

Mahmud gave him a piercing look in the mirror. “That is good to hear. It was unfortunate, very unfortunate. How exactly did it happen?”

“We believe we’ve pieced together the sequence of events. It was a chain that should have been broken at numerous points along the line, but unfortunately was not. An inadvertent glimpse at a laptop screen on a flight back from Dubai started Diane Tolliver down the road that would eventually lead to her termination. From there she became ever more curious, comparing documents, making inquiries, and gathering information. Fortunately, she made the mistake of trusting someone. That’s how we became aware of the issue.”

“A close call, then.”

“The blame lies entirely on our side. But I didn’t want you to think that it would linger. Or that it will disrupt what we are trying to do. It will not. I give you my word.”