As two detectives took notes, the chief guided Roy through the events of the morning and what he knew about the dead woman. Her questions were crisp, her methodology spot-on. This was not by accident; she’d worked homicide for two years.
Roy finally said, “You always do the questioning, ma’am? I thought you’d have, you know, some bigger butts to kick around.” He added hastily, “I meant that with all due respect.”
In the back of the room Mace smiled at his comment. Beth did too.
Beth said, “I like to keep my hand in things. So you were a CJA?”
“That’s right.”
“You didn’t like it there?”
“I like it here better.”
“So no reason you know of that someone would want to harm Diane Tolliver?”
“None that I can think of. She wasn’t married. She went out some, no serious dating, at least that she talked to me about.”
“Would she talk about things like that with you?”
“Well, probably not,” he admitted.
“Were you one of her nonserious dates?”
“No. It wasn’t like that with us. She was, well, she was a lot older than me.”
“Forty-seven.”
“Right. I’m about to turn thirty.”
“Okay. Go on.”
“Her clients were mostly big companies, most of them overseas. She traveled. We both did. She never mentioned any problems.”
“When you say you traveled, you mean together?”
“Sometimes, yeah.”
“Where, for example?”
“We have an office in London and one in Dubai too.”
“An office in Dubai?”
“Lot of money and development going on there. And they need lawyers.”
“Did she usually work late?”
“Only occasionally. I do too sometimes.”
“Did you ever work late together?”
“A few times.”
“You were the first to arrive this morning? Around seven-thirty?”
“Yes, at least I didn’t see anyone else.”
“The office space has a security system?”
“Yep. We’re each assigned cards, so that’ll tell you exactly when she came in.”
“And exactly when you came in too,” the voice said.
Everyone turned to stare at Mace, who’d looked chagrined the second she’d finished speaking. Her sister frowned and turned back to Roy, who had his gaze dead on Mace. He squeezed the rubber ball tight in his hand.
“But you don’t need the key card to leave the space after hours?” asked Beth.
“No, there’s a door release button you push.”
“And of course during business hours the security system is turned off?”
He said, “That’s right.”
“The garage elevator doesn’t have a key card access?”
“That’s right, but you need a key card to access the garage.”
“If you’re in a car.”
“Yeah, it is a gap in security, I know.”
“A real gap,” she said, eyeing Roy closely.
He shifted uncomfortably. “Look, am I a suspect?”
“We’re just collecting information.”
His face flushed. “I called 911. I caught her damn body in my arms. I was just going to make coffee. And I had no reason to kill her.”
“We’re getting way ahead of ourselves, Mr. Kingman. So just calm down.”
Roy took a breath. “Okay. Do you need anything else from me?”
“No, but I’m sure my detectives will have some follow-up. No travel plans to Dubai coming up, I hope?” She was not smiling when she asked this.
“I don’t think so, no.”
Beth rose from her chair. “Terrific. Let’s keep it that way. We’ll be in touch.”
They all filed out. Mace held back while the others disappeared down the hall.
He eyed her. “Can I help you?”
“I don’t know. Did you kill her?”
Roy stood, towering over her. “Are you a cop?”
“No, just tagging along for fun.”
“You think murder is fun? Are you some kind of sick freak?”
“Well, if you put it that way I guess I am.”
“I’ve got some work to do.” He glanced at the door.
Instead of leaving Mace plucked the ball from his hand. In one motion, she turned and drained the shot, hitting nothing but net.
He said, “Nice mechanics.”
“High school girls’ basketball. We won the state title my senior year.”
He appraised her. “Let me guess, you were the leave-it-all-onthe-court point guard who could score and also play some wicked D, including the occasional knocked-on-their-ass flagrant foul to cold-face the other teams?”
“I’m impressed.”
“I’m not.”
“What?”
“You just basically accused me of murder. So why don’t you get the hell out of my office.”
“All right, I’m going.”
“Best news I’ve heard all day.”
CHAPTER 10
THE D.C. Metropolitan Police Department headquarters was located on Indiana Avenue, near the D.C. Superior Court building. It was named after Henry J. Daly, who’d been a homicide sergeant with twenty-eight distinguished years on the police force before an intruder had gunned him down in the building. It was a multistory structure with lots of people in uniform coming and going. And lots of people not in uniform hanging around either waiting for court time next door or else cooling their heels while friends or relatives had some quality face time with the cops inside HQ. The probation and parole offices, along with the Department of Motor Vehicles, were also located in the Daly Building. That pretty much guaranteed that no one going in or out of the place was particularly thrilled to be there.
The chief’s office was in a secure area and one had to pass locked doors and lots of cubicles containing people who brought guns with them to work. The office was a corner suite; the door was a keyed entry. The room was large with nice moldings and two windows. A wall of shelves contained ceremonial mugs and hats, stuffed animals, and stacks of newspapers and official reports. The American flag was in front of one window. There was a small sitting area with an ornate chess set on a coffee table. A plasma screen on a hinged arm hung on one wall. There was also a large wooden desk that had seen a lot of wear and tear over the years. This included numerous coffee cup rings marring the surface and probably a few hundred angry fists slamming down on the wood.
Beth sat on the “chief” side and Mace on the other.
“I took a leap of faith letting you tag along,” Beth said as she stared at the stacks of files and phone messages on her desk. “It apparently was a mistake on my part to believe that you might just remain quiet and unobtrusive. I’m not sure how I miscalculated considering it’s only happened a few thousand times before.”
“It just popped out. I’m sorry.”
Beth pointed to the pile of phone messages. “Your little ‘pop’ has already gotten a lot of attention. The mayor, in fact, wants to know why a recently released convicted felon was even allowed near the crime scene, sister or not.”
“I’m really sorry, Beth. I don’t know why I did it.”
“Just go see Altman tonight and become gainfully employed.”
“Is he still at G-town? Because the address you gave me is in McLean.”
“He’s on sabbatical but the address is for his home.”
“McLean? Fancy area. They must be paying professors better these days.”
“Wait a minute, didn’t you know?”
“Know what?”
“Altman is one of the wealthiest people in the Washington area.”
“How’d he make his money?”
“He didn’t.”
Mace gave her sister a funny look. “What?”
“You used to be a pretty good detective. You’ll figure it out.” Beth pointed to the door. “Now go, I have to play police chief for a while.”
Mace headed to the door but then turned back. “I am sorry about today, sis.”
Beth smiled. “If that’s all I had to worry about, it would be a very good day.”
“What about Mona and the mayor?”
“The mayor’s a good guy. I can deal rationally with him.”
“And Mona?”
“Mona can go screw herself.”
The secure door clicked open and Beth’s assistant, Lieutenant Donna Pierce, looked in. “They’re here for the meeting, Chief.”