At 9:30 that night, Karen was sitting in the study, doing some household paperwork, when the phone rang. Train had gone home about an hour ago.
Gutter’s ears perked up when the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Karen, this is Tag Sherman.”
Karen sat up. They had agreed not to tell the admiral about their encounter with Jack until they had had time to talk to Mcnair. “Yes, sir. Hello,” she said. “Did you meet with the police today? Is everything okay with that?”
“Peachy. They brought a consultant in, some ex-IRS guy.”
“Ugh. Was it human?”
“Marginally. But I have my taxes done by a pro, and they’re really not that Complex. or they weren’t. Galen’s estate is going to complicate life a bit. This guy was having trouble not licking his lips. Anyhow, there apparently was nothing there that the cops cared about.”
“What did Mcnair say when it was all over?”Thank you for your cooperation; we’ll be in touch’?”
“That’s exactly what he said. But I was hoping you had some feedback.
And I apologize for the late-hour call.”
“We haven’t talked to or heard from the police,” she said, wanting to minimize what they had learned at Quantico. “We’ve been working on building a picture of where your son, Jack, is and what he’s doing.”
“And?”
“He works down at Quantico, at -the Marine base. He’s apparently a rigger in the helicopter-maintenance section.
We’re waiting for some more information from the NIS database.” She was getting uncomfortable with the lies.
There was a pause on the line. “I’ll be interested in … well, how he is, what he’s like, when you finally interview him. I’d thought of maybe going along.” When she did not reply, he said, “Well, I guess that wouldn’t be very smart.”
“No, sir, it probably wouldn’t,” she replied, grateful that she had not had to say it. “We’ll give you a debrief when we have something.” Then a question occurred to her. “Admiral, you’re on leave right now?”
“Sort of,” he laughed, but without much humor. “I’m actually up at the Bureau, heading up a selective early retirement board for senior chief petty officers. That’s not for publication until the board reports out, by the way.
Which is why my office is saying I’m on leave.”
Karen wanted to ask how long this little temporary additional-duty assignment had been scheduled, but she held back. The Navy went to great lengths to keep selectionboard membership confidential, so the sudden assignment was plausible. But it was also a very convenient way of “Convenient, huh? I suspect Kensington instigated th lower my visibility in Opnav while this current mess sorted out.
“So this had not been in the works for some appreciable time?”
“Would you believe as of eighteen hundred last night The board’s been scheduled for a while, of course. The president’s slot was supposed to be filled by another officer, who was suddenly unavailable. So, yes, now officially incommunicado for the next three days. Any velopments on Galantz?”
Karen hesitated. She wanted to tell him about what I had found out from his FBI contact. And about the visit had received. But Jack’s last words on the tarmac thrown them both for a loop.
“Not yet, Admiral,” she said. “But Mr. von Rensel been talking to some people.”
“I hope he’s getting somewhere.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, at a loss as to where to go f there. He seemed to sense that the conversation was on
“Okay, Karen. And, again, thanks for everything yo doing. I thought when I made admiral, I’d be the gu, control. These past days, I’ve begun to feel like a wood in the rapids.”
“That’s just what this guy’s trying to accomplish, miral,” she said.
“But I think having Train von Re working it is going to help-a lot.”
Sherman agreed, thanked her again, and hung up. Slig embarrassed, she put the phone down and patted Guti head. She thought about Jack Sherman, his overtly inso demeanor and the brazen way he had looked at her. father had probably seen a lot of that sneer before the vorce. She dreaded the thought of finally sitting down i Sherman senior and telling him that his son was still a sli ball, or worse.
they’re really not that complex. Or they weren’t. Galen’s estate is going to complicate life a bit. This guy was having trouble not licking his lips. Anyhow, there apparently was nothing there that the cops cared about.”
“What did Mcnair say when it was all over?”Thank you for your cooperation; we’ll be in touch’?”
“That’s exactly what he said. But I was hoping you had some feedback.
And I apologize for the late-hour call.”
“We haven’t talked to or heard from the police,” she said, wanting to minimize what they had learned at Quantico. “We’ve been working on building a picture of where your son, Jack, is and what he’s doing.” 6”And?”
“He works down at Quantico, at the Marine base. He’s apparently a rigger in the helicopter-maintenance section.
We’re waiting for some more information from the NIS database.” She was getting uncomfortable with the lies.
There was a pause on the line. “I’ll be interested in … well, how he is, what he’s like, when you finally interview him. I’d thought of maybe going along.” When she did not reply, he said, “Well, I guess that wouldn’t be very smart.”
“No, sir, it probably wouldn’t,” she replied, grateful that she had not had to say it. “We’ll give you a debrief when we have something.” Then a question occurred to her. “Admiral, you’re on leave right now?”
“Sort of,” he laughed, but without much humor. “I’m actually up at the Bureau, heading up a selective earlyretirement board for senior chief petty officers. That’s not for publication until the board reports out, by the way.
Which is why my office is saying I’m on leave.”
Karen wanted to ask how long this little temporary additional-duty assignment had been scheduled, but she held back. The Navy went to great lengths to keep selectionboard membership confidential, so the sudden assignment was plausible. But it was also a very convenient way of putting the admiral on ice while the Galantz thing played out. He must have read her thoughts.
“Convenient, huh? I suspect Kensington instigated this to lower my visibility in Opnav while this current mess gets sorted out.
“So this had not been in the works for some appreciable time?”
“Would you believe as of eighteen hundred last night?
The board’s been scheduled for a while, of course., But the president’s slot was supposed to be filled by another flag officer, who was suddenly unavailable. So, yes, now I’m officially incommunicado for the next three days. Any developments on Galantz?”
Karen hesitated. She wanted to tell him about what Train had found out from his FBI contact. And about the visit she had received. But Jack’s last words on the tarmac had thrown them both for a loop.
“Not yet, Admiral,” she said. “But Mr. von Renset has been talking to some people.”
“I hope he’s getting somewhere.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, at a loss as to where to go from there. He seemed to sense that the conversation was over.
“Okay, Karen. And, again, thanks for everything you’re doing. I thought when I made admiral, I’d be the guy in control. These past days, I’ve begun to feel like a wood chip in the rapids.”