“He say why?”
“Surely you jest.”
Ev smiled and went downstairs to Donovan’s office. When he got there, he was surprised to find a small gathering of the faculty waiting for him. A Coast Guard commander was there, along with the commandant. Captain Donovan deferred to Robbins.
“Professor Markham,” the commandant said, “this is Commander Bell, representing Admiral Johnson, commander of the local Coast Guard district. He has something to present to you for your lifesaving efforts in the bay this past weekend.”
The commander stepped forward to read a citation for a Coast Guard Silver Lifesaving Medal awarded to Professor Everett Markham of the United States Naval Academy. Ev was a little embarrassed when he listened to the citation; he thought the woman he’d saved must have embellished the circumstances somewhat. There was a round of enthusiastic applause, and then Captain Donovan, ever the master of short and sweet, invited everyone to get back to work. Ev asked Commander Bell about the missing husband; the commander shook his head. “No real chance, based on what she told us. She said the mast was whipping around in the waves, whacked him pretty good.”
“I remember that mast,” Ev said. “Vividly. Still have a bruise.”
“Well, it was still a very nice piece of work all around,” the commandant said. “And apparently some smart seamanship on Ms. DeWinter’s part.”
Ev was surprised. And, he wondered, does the dant know that Liz is Julie’s lawyer? As if in answer, the commandant, after a few more pleasantries with the Coast Guard commander, took Ev’s elbow and steered him out of Donovan’s office and into the marble-floored hallway.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” he said. “The Navy would have taken six months to work up that medal. The Coasties do it in a day. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, sir,” Ev said, waiting for the other shoe.
“About the Dell matter,” Robbins said. “We’ve still not made a determination as to what happened.”
“My daughter continues to interest the NCIS,” Ev said. “She’s getting pretty upset about all this, so close to graduation.”
“From what I know about their investigation, she is not the focal point,” Robbins said.
“Let me ask you something. Why is the Academy security officer involved in an NCIS investigation?”
Robbins’s eyebrows rose. “Mr. Hall? I wasn’t aware that he was. Involved how?”
Ev told him about Hall being present at the interviews. The commandant frowned, and then he appeared to remember something. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Jim did mention that. Agent Branner wanted him there to act as sort of an interpreter. Sometimes the midshipmen are a bit opaque in their dealings with civilians.”
“Doesn’t that sort of compromise the independence of their investigation?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Agent Branner doesn’t take orders from me. Or anyone else, based on what I know of her. How’s Ms. DeWinter?”
It was a clear challenge, and Ev met it head-on. “Lawyering as before,” he said. He paused as two firsties walked by them in the hall. “And also wondering about Mr. Hall’s involvement in the Dell investigation.”
Robbins dropped all pretense of amicability. “If your daughter wants to graduate and be commissioned on the appointed day, I’d suggest she be a lot more cooperative. Lawyer or no lawyer.”
Ev unconsciously crumpled the Coast Guard citation letter. He looked down into Robbins’s face. “I’m tempted to give that comment the Washington Post test, Captain Robbins. You okay with that?”
“Don’t fuck with us, Professor Markham,” Robbins growled. “There’s a lot of high-level interest out there in this Dell case. Your daughter is being less than helpful. That may have consequences.”
“Such as?”
“Such as this: The rest of us are all still going to be here the day after graduation. She can be on her way as an ensign, or still be a midshipman. Her choice. Why don’t you pass that on? To her, and to your good friend, her lawyer.”
“If I thought she’d get a fair shake, I would. But I think you’re looking for a scapegoat. I won’t permit that.”
Robbins began to bounce on the balls of his feet. “You are not in a position to permit or not permit. This is an Executive Department matter. We can’t terminate you on academic grounds without a big stink. But we can terminate you for interference in a government investigation. Don’t let that tenure label confuse you. Professor. ”
Robbins stalked away toward the main doors. Ev was furious, but he held his tongue. He wasn’t worried about himself, but he was definitely worried about what they could do to Julie. The Academy’s supposedly benign objectivity was beginning to show its teeth. He headed for his office to call Liz.
At 10:30, Jim met with the chief in his office over at the naval station. Bustamente had his three section sergeants, plus a rep from the Marine gate guards detachment present. He laid out his plan to cover all of the access grates with covert surveillance teams, beginning after the evening meal in Bancroft Hall. The Marines were requested to check out all vehicles leaving the Yard to ensure there were no midshipmen on board. The chief had obtained a radio retransmitter set from the county cops that would get signals up out of the tunnels, giving the entire Yard team a way to establish a radio net with the personnel underground. He had also obtained permission from the city police and campus security to set up a surveillance team in the building on the St. John’s campus overlooking the grating nearest to King George Street. A campus cop would be with them.
“The deal is, the campus cops will arrest anyone coming out of or trying to get into that grating. If it’s a mid, they hand him over to us. If it’s a civilian, we all go downtown to sort it out.”
“This guy has already abandoned one civilian accomplice in the tunnels,” Jim said. “He’s probably capable of sending out another stalking horse to see if anything’s up.”
“Okay,” the chief said. “Let’s do this: If someone comes out of the grating, we follow and apprehend out of sight of the grating. If someone goes down into the system, we report it to the underground team, and you guys nail him when he comes through.”
Jim agreed with that. “That way, he’ll be on federal property. I like that better.”
“Who’s going to be underground, Cap?” the Marine sergeant asked. He’d been there when Jim had been the detachment CO.
“I will, with Special Agent Branner. Actually, she’ll be in charge.” He told them about what had happened to Bagger Thompson, and that they thought this guy might be the one who’d done that. The professional casualness bled out of the meeting. They went over communications and stationing procedures, talked a little bit about deadly force authorization, and then the meeting broke up.
Commander Michaels was rushed, as usual, so Jim briefed him as they walked down the hallway to a department head staff meeting. He told him that he and Branner were setting up a small task force to see if they could capture this runner who was tearing things up down in the utility tunnels. Michaels waved him off, not seeming to care much about that. The Dell case was reaching crisis proportions now that a congressman was asking very pointed questions and the local papers were editorializing about a cover-up. He told Jim that a senior civilian from NCIS, a Mr. Harry Chang, was meeting with the dant and the supe as they spoke.
“I’ve met him,” Jim said. “At the NCIS office. What’s he doing here?”
“The answer to that is way above my pay grade, but apparently there’s a lot of stick and rudder coming down from Washington. As usual. Whatever you’re doing tonight, keep it under the media radar if you can, okay?”
Jim said he’d try, and Michaels hurried into the conference room. Jim went back to his own cubicle and put a call in to the commandant’s assistant, asking for five minutes on the dant’s calendar, preferably before the dant went off to the luncheon being held for the winners of this year’s Naval Institute Prize Essay contest. The assistant said he’d call him. Jim got some coffee, moved some paperwork from his in box to his out box for a few minutes, and thought about what he had put in motion for Julie Markham by getting Branner to call the Honor Committee. Only days before graduation. The summons would scare her to death. The phone rang. It was the dant’s assistant.