Donna gave them to her along with addresses and contact information.

As they drove off, Michelle's phone rang. She answered, listened, and then clicked off. "Shit!"

"What is it?"

"That was my brother Bill. The cops just picked up my dad for questioning."

CHAPTER 35

THEY DROVE with Bill Maxwell to the police station but despite Bobby's connection to the force they learned very little and ended up waiting in the lobby drinking bad vending machine coffee. Two hours before dawn Frank Maxwell, looking pale and worn, shuffled down the hall. He seemed surprised to see them.

Bill immediately put a hand around his father's shoulders. "You okay, Pop? I can't believe they pulled this crap."

"They were just doing their job, Billy. Just like you'd do."

"What did they want?" Michelle asked.

"The usual wheres, whats, whys," Frank said casually without looking directly at her.

"What did you tell them?" she said.

Now he gave her a hard stare. "The truth."

Michelle drew closer to her father. "Which was?"

Bill stepped between them and put a hand on his sister's shoulder. "Will you just back off? Mom's funeral is this afternoon, for God's sake."

"I know that," Michelle shot back, tugging his hand free. "What did you tell them, Dad?"

"That's between them and me. And my lawyer."

"Your lawyer?" gasped Bill.

"I'm being investigated. I need a lawyer."

"But you didn't do anything."

"Don't be stupid, Billy. Innocent men have gone to jail before, you and I both know that. I'm entitled to counsel like everybody else."

They drove home together, Frank and Bill Maxwell in the back. Neither of them said a word the whole way.

Later, as Sean was leaving the Maxwells' house to go to his hotel, he told Michelle, "Why don't you watch your dad and I'll take the list of friends and try to hit some before the funeral?"

"No, I'll go with you. We can do it afterwards."

"But your family-"

"He's got my four brothers. I doubt he'll even miss me. It might be a good thing since we're not exactly hitting it off."

"Okay, I'm going to grab a few hours' sleep."

"Me too," she said.

Back at his hotel Sean raided the minibar, slept for four hours, then made some phone calls. Tuck Dutton had been discharged from the hospital. He called Pam Dutton's sister in Bethesda. Tuck had come and gotten his two kids and gone to a rental house, she told him. Sean had Tuck's cell phone number so he tried that.

Someone picked up on the second ring.

It wasn't Tuck.

"Jane?"

"Hello, Sean."

"I heard Tuck moved to a rental with the kids."

"He did, I'm helping them all settle in."

"Where is the place?"

"In Virginia. It's a townhouse near the Vienna metro. The FBI uses it sometimes to put up visiting agents. The Secret Service is here as well, of course."

"How're Tuck and the kids?"

"Not great. Have you made any progress?"

"Yes, can you put Tuck on?"

"Can't you tell me?"

"I really need to talk to Tuck about this."

Sean heard a noise come out of the woman's throat that made it clear she did not appreciate this slight at all. Still, a moment later he heard Tuck's voice.

"What's up, Sean?"

"Is Jane standing next to you?"

"Yeah, why?'

"You're going to need some privacy when you hear what I have to say. Find it."

"But-"

"Find it!"

"Uh, hold on."

Sean heard him mumble something, and then other noises came over his phone that suggested Tuck was walking somewhere, and then a door closed. He finally came back on.

"Okay, what's this all about?"

"I was in Jacksonville."

"Why?" Tuck snapped.

"I needed a tan."

"Sean-"

"I know it all, Tuck. In fact, I know way more than you do."

"I told you that-"

"I spent all afternoon with Cassandra the Exhibitionist. That is, after Greg Dawson finished paying her off."

Tuck shouted, "Greg Dawson!"

"Knock down the decibels, Tuck, I'm losing my hearing fast enough as it is. So here's the scoop. Dawson found out about you and Cassandra and now the lady is working for him in screwing you out of your big government contract. I'm sure they've got pictures and everything of you two together in the sack to entertain DHS with."

"That asshole. And that bitch!"

"Yeah. By the way, this is a real good lesson in why fidelity is the way to go."

"You didn't tell Jane-"

Sean broke in. "That's not my job. In my book you're a total shitbag for pulling this crap on your wife and the mother of your kids, but who cares what I think."

"She came on to me, Sean. I swear. She seduced me."

"Grow up, Tuck. Manipulators like Cassandra always come on to saps like you; that's what they do. And it's your job as a happily married man to tell her where to go. Hell, even I did when she flashed some ass at me, and I'm single! I could've jumped her bones without a guilty thought; luckily my good taste saved me. But I'm not a marriage counselor and that's not why I called."

"So why did you phone?" Tuck asked nervously.

"Cassandra said the two of you had a falling-out over the issue of Pam maybe having an affair. Is that true?"

"Well…"

"Either start telling me the truth or you can find Willa on your own."

"Yes. It's true."

"That would have been really nice to know before, Tuck," Sean said.

"I… I was confused about stuff, not to mention having my head knocked in."

"Cassandra said you overheard some conversations and you actually saw Pam with a guy."

"That's right. I couldn't believe she might be cheating on me."

"Yeah, can you believe the nerve of the woman? Okay, here's the next big question. I know your plane got in early. You said you never stopped, so where did you spend the extra hour or so you had between leaving the airport and arriving home?"

"How did you-"

Sean impatiently cut him off. "I'm an investigator, Tuck, that's what I do. We're wasting time and your kid is out there somewhere with some seriously violent folks. So where were you? And if you even think about lying to me I'm coming over there and, Secret Service protection or not, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you."

"I was outside my house," he said hastily.

"Outside your house?"

"Yeah. I was watching it. I thought if Pam believed I was still in Jacksonville, she and her 'friend' might get together. I wanted to catch them in the act. But nobody showed up, so I drove into the garage and went in the house."

"And if the guy did show, what exactly were you going to do?"

"Do? Um, I'm not sure. Kick his butt probably."

"And then what, confess to Pam your own infidelity and let her kick your ass?"

"Look, you asked and I told you. I don't need a sermon, okay?"

Something about this explanation was not adding up to Sean. "Your house is down a long driveway with woods on either side. Where were you watching from?"

"The driveway curves and there's a break in the treeline on the east side of the property. You have a clear line of vision to the front door as well as the garage side."

"It was night and it was dark."

"I had a pair of binoculars in my car."

"You just happened to?"

"Okay, so I bought them with that thought in mind."

"When you were watching your own house, did you notice anyone around who shouldn't have been there?"

"No. There was nobody."

"There was obviously somebody, Tuck. They weren't in the house while you were watching it or else you probably would have heard screaming. They had a surveillance zone set up before they made the hit, spotted you right away, and waited for you to go in before they slammed your house."

"But I would've seen them, Sean."