"Type of explosive?"
"That we are sure of; C4."
I glanced at Jennie.
Butterman continued, "The field tests have confirmed that, and trace samples are on the way to the lab at headquarters. In a few hours, they'll know the type, the manufacturer, and who it was shipped to."
Jennie said, "I want to know as soon as you know."
"Got it, boss."
She asked, "Anything from the witnesses?"
He looked over his shoulder at the agents doing the interrogation. "Bombings are always a bitch. Nobody really pays attention till the boom, then they're all fixated on the blast. So far, it's useless."
I observed the local surroundings. The gym was situated in a strip mall that abutted a busy highway, and directly across the road and to the left, I noted two more strip malls with large, heavily trafficked parking lots. Basically, within a five-hundred-yard radius were hundreds of places where the killer could perch, hunched down in the seat of a car or leaning casually against a shop front, finger poised on a toggle switch or listening to a cell phone, observing the entrance to the gym, and waiting for Joan Townsend so he could blow her to pieces.
Jennie continued to pepper Mark Butterman with questions, but I had stopped engaging and I had stopped listening. In fact, I was experiencing a delayed reaction to something Butterman had said, and my stomach was in knots. I waited for a pause in their conversation before I took Jennie's arm and said, "Let's have a word. Now."
"Of course."
Butterman returned to the witnesses, and Jennie and I moved a few yards to another isolated spot where we couldn't be overheard. I said, "We blew it. We really-"
She released a large breath. "Don't rehash it. I should've known about Joan. You should've known about Joan. We all should've put this-"
"Not that-the C4."
"What about it?"
"The theft at Fort Hood. The range thefts-Bouncing Bettys, LAWs, and C4 explosive were stolen." I added, "Tanner was right. These are the same people."
"You can't be certain of that."
"Come on, Jennie. We have an exact munitions match. In a few hours, your lab will confirm that the C4 was military grade." I stared at her and said, "Eric Tanner, maybe for all the wrong reasons, came to the right conclusion."
She turned away and surveyed the destruction in front of the gym. Not looking at me, she replied, "I'm not ruling it out. I never ruled it out with Tanner."
"Yes you-"
"I did not. Don't put words into my mouth."
"But you-"
"I merely pointed out that his investigation was sloppy and his conclusions were nonpersuasive. I never said it wasn't possible."
She was splitting hairs and mincing words, and that pissed me off. "Bullshit."
"Excuse me."
"You tore the guy to pieces. You ripped him and his theory to shreds."
"His fault, not mine. He did shoddy work and misrepresented his findings. I did my job."
"You steamrolled him."
Her eyes turned, really cold. "You were right beside me. I don't remember hearing you object or coming to his defense then. And I don't appreciate your accusation now."
Of course, she was right. More to the point, she knew she was right. After a moment she advised me, "Cool off."
But I wasn't ready to cool off yet. "Doesn't this bother you in the least, Jennie? Tanner handed it to us, and we ignored him"
She touched my arm. "Post facto, Sean, everything always looks clearer. This isn't a court of law, where everything's a review of the past. This is police work. It's happening now. It's part of our business."
Right. I still felt like crap.
She continued, "Ask yourself-what difference would it have made? Tanner couldn't identify the culprits. He had no idea of the target. Right? Even if we reacted to his theory, it wouldn't have saved Joan's life."
I said nothing.
"So now we both feel guilty. We made a mistake. Let's not compound that with a bigger mistake."
"Meaning what?"
"Don't exaggerate what we know."
"I'm no longer sure we know anything."
"Well… focus on what we don't know. This does not prove the people who stole the munitions are involved in this. But I'll grant that Barnes-perhaps somebody working with Barnes-might have somehow gotten the munitions from them, either directly or indirectly."
"And what won't you grant?"
"I don't see how Jason Barnes knew these people, I don't see how he convinced them to Join him, and I don't understand why they would escalate from thievery and blackmarketing to murder."
Those were all good and pertinent questions and I had a reasonable answer for none of them. On the other hand, having written off Tanner's theory, we had not pursued the possible leads, which gave me an idea. I excused myself, stepped off to the side, and called Charles Wardell.
I identified myself and he said, "Jesus… you hear what happened to Townsend's wife?"
"I'm staring at the pieces-yeah, awful. Now, quick, I need to know if Barnes ever went near Fort Hood, or Killeen… yeah, Texas." I punched off and waited for Wardell to call somebody on another line and have them check their travel records. After a while he called back and he gave me the answer. I said, "Uh-huh… right-well, when?"
I put the phone back into my pocket and approached Jennie. I told her, "Barnes was at Fort Hood. Twice. He was on the security detail for a vice presidential trip… also he was there for three weeks as part of the backup when the President was vacationing at his ranch."
"When?"
"With the Veep, nearly two years ago. The last time was last summer."
"It doesn't fit. Two years ago, even last summer, he had no conception he wanted to do this."
"But he was there."
"I'm… Look, I'm not ruling it out. Not again."
"Then let's go with that a moment. Could he have learned about the weapons thefts at Hood?"
"Possibly. In fact, the Secret Service coordinates these visits with the local police. The advance team gets thorough briefings on local threats, nuts, and crime rings." She looked at me and said, "You're right."
"Could he have been briefed by CID?"
"I would expect he was briefed by CID. So he knew there was a ring and he may even have known the names of the suspects." She thought about it a moment then said, "I wish Tanner had been more convincing."
After a further moment of contemplation I said, "What else did we miss?"
She and I mulled that question together for a moment. When you make one big screwup, it's time to look back over your shoulder to see what else you may have left in your path. So we both sort of mentally ran backward for a moment, the theme of this review being that Jason Barnes was smarter than we assumed, and we were not as smart as we thought. Finally she said, "In retrospect, Jason would assume his disappearance would make him a prime suspect. Right?"
"Right. And he would probably presume we investigated his background, and eventually, that led us to his mother."
Jennie nodded. "He would assume we now have our arms around his motive, and from that we would compile a list of predictable targets. We underestimated him, Sean. Jason may be mentally scrambled, but he is a genius."
"So we believed we were getting a step on him, and he knew he was ten yards ahead of us."
"Well, I wouldn't… Yes." Then her jaw dropped and she suddenly pointed at a lone figure standing off to the side of the investigators. "Oh God… he shouldn't be here."
I followed her finger, and about thirty feet from us stood Mark Townsend wearing the same blue suit, the same ugly paisley tie, hands in his pockets, dumbstruck as he watched his people go about their tasks.
On instinct, we both walked over to him. His eyes were riveted on the burned, upright corpse in the Crown Vic, and he ignored us. We ended up about two feet from him, and we both stood, very awkwardly, neither of us sure what to say to this poor man silently surveying the wreckage of his car, his wife, and possibly his life. I could not remember feeling worse than I did at that moment. I was at a complete loss for words.