“Gentlemen, I appreciate your concern, but this is a private matter.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Clark responded in his eerily polite voice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Xerox copies of the Holtzman articles. “Is this the problem?”
“That's not any of your…” Her mouth clamped shut.
“I thought so. Ma'am, none of this is true. I mean, the sexual impropriety part. That's definitely not true. Your husband hardly goes anywhere without one of us. Because of where he works and who he is, he has to sign out for every place he goes to — like a doctor on call, okay? If you want, I can get you copies of his itinerary for as far back as you want.”
“That can't be legal.”
“No, it probably isn't,” Clark agreed. “So?”
She so wanted to believe, Cathy thought, but she couldn't, and it was best to tell them why. “Look, your loyalty to Jack is very impressive — but I know, okay? I went through the financial records, and I know about that Zimmer woman, and I know about the kid!”
“What exactly do you know?”
“I know that Jack was there for the delivery. I know about the money, and how he tried to hide it from me and everybody else. I know that he's being investigated by the government.”
“What do you mean?”
“A government investigator was here at Hopkins! I know that!”
“Dr. Ryan, there is no such investigation at CIA, and no investigation at the FBI, either. That's a fact.”
“Then who was here?”
“I'm afraid I don't know that,” Clark answered. It wasn't entirely true, but Clark figured this lie was not pertinent to the matter at hand.
“Look, I know about Carol Zimmer,” she said again.
“What do you know?” Clark repeated quietly. The response he got surprised him.
The answer almost came out as a scream. “Jack's playing around, and she's the one! And there's a kid involved, and Jack is spending so much time with her that he doesn't have any time for me and he can't even—” She stopped, at the point of sobbing.
Clark waited for her to settle down. His eyes didn't leave her face for an instant, and he saw it all as clearly as though it had been printed on a page. Ding merely looked embarrassed. He wasn't old enough to understand.
“Will you hear me through?”
“Sure, why not? It's over, the only reason I haven't just walked out is the kids. So go ahead, make your pitch. Tell me that he still loves me and all that. He doesn't have the guts to talk about it to me himself, but I'm sure he had something to do with this,” she concluded bitterly.
“First of all, he does not know we are here. If he finds out, I'll probably lose my job, but that's no big thing. I have my retirement. Besides, I'm about to break bigger rules than that one. Where do I begin?” Clark paused before going on.
"Carol Zimmer is a widow. Her husband was Chief Master Sergeant Buck Zimmer, U.S. Air Force. He died in the line of duty. As a matter of fact, he died in your husband's arms. I know. I was there. Buck took five rounds in the chest. Both lungs. It took him five or six minutes to die. He left behind seven children — eight, if you count the one his wife was carrying. Buck didn't know about that one when he died. Carol was waiting to surprise him.
“Sergeant Zimmer was the crew chief on an Air Force special-operations helicopter. We took that aircraft into a foreign country to rescue a group of U.S. Army soldiers who were conducting a covert mission.”
“I was one of 'em, ma'am,” Ding announced, somewhat to Clark 's displeasure. “I wouldn't be here if the doc hadn't put it out on the line.”
The soldiers had been deliberately cut off from support from this end of the operation—"
“Who?”
“He's dead now,” Clark answered in a way that left no doubt at all. “Your husband uncovered what was an illegal operation. He and Dan Murray of the FBI set up the rescue mission. It was a bad one, really tough. We were very lucky to get it done. I'm surprised you haven't noticed something — nightmares, maybe?”
“He doesn't sleep well — well, yes, sometimes he…”
“Dr. Ryan missed having a bullet take his head off by… oh, maybe two inches, maybe three. We had to rescue a squad of soldiers off a hilltop, and they were under attack. Jack worked one machinegun. Buck Zimmer had another one. Buck took hits as we lifted out, went down hard. Jack and I tried to help him, but I don't even think you Hopkins guys could have done very much. It wasn't real pretty. He died—” Clark stopped for a moment, and Cathy could see that he wasn't faking the pain. "He was talking about his kids. Worried about 'em, like any man would be. Your husband held Zimmer in his arms and promised him that he would look after them, that he'd see they were all educated, that he would take care of the family. Ma'am, I've been in this business a long time, back before you learned how to drive a car, okay? I've never seen anything better than what Jack did.
“After we got back, Jack did what he promised. I mean, of course. I'm not surprised he kept it a secret from you. There are aspects to the total operation that I do not know myself. But this much I do know: that man gives his word, he keeps it. I helped. We got the family moved up here from Florida. He set them up a little business. One of the kids is already in college, at Georgetown, and the second-oldest is already accepted into MIT. I forgot to tell you, Carol Zimmer — well, Carol ain't her name. She was born in Laos. Zimmer got her out when everything went to hell there, married her, and they started punching out kids like movie tickets. Anyway, she's a typical Asian mom. She thinks education is a gift from God Himself, and those kids really study hard. They all think your husband's a saint. We stop in to see them at least once a week, every week.”
“I want to believe you,” Cathy said. “What about the baby?”
“You mean when it was born? Yeah, we were both there. My wife was the coach for the delivery — Jack didn't think it was right for him to be in the room, and I've never been there for one. It kind of scares me,” Clark admitted. “So we waited in the usual place with all the other wimps. If you want, I can introduce you to the Zimmer family. You can also confirm the story through Dan Murray at the FBI, if you think that is necessary.”
“Won't that get you into trouble?” Cathy knew at once that she could trust Murray. He was straight-laced on moral issues; it came from being a cop.
“I will definitely lose my job. I suppose they could prosecute me — technically, I have just committed a federal felony — but I doubt it would go that far. Ding would lose his job, too, because he hasn't had the sense to keep his mouth shut like I told him to.”
“Shit,” Ding commented, then looked embarrassed. “Excuse me, ma'am. John, this is a matter of honor. 'Cept for the Doc, I'd be fertilizer on some Colombian hilltop. I owe him my life. That counts more than a job, 'mano.”
Clark handed over an index card. “These are the dates of the operation. You may remember that when Admiral Greer died, Jack didn't make the funeral.”
“Yes! Bob Ritter called me, and—”
“That's when it was. You can verify all of this with Mr. Murray.”
“God!” It all hit her at once.
“Yes, ma'am. All the garbage in these articles. It's all a lie.”
“Who's doing it?”
"I don't know, but I am going to find out. Doctor, I've been watching your guy come apart for the past six months. I've seen it happen before, in combat — I spent quite some time in Vietnam — but this has been worse. That Vatican Treaty, the way the Middle East is settling down. Jack had a big part in that, but he isn't getting any credit at all. Exactly what part he played, I'm not sure. He's pretty good at keeping secrets. That's part of his problem. He keeps it all inside. You do that too much and it's like cancer, like acid or something. It eats you up. It's eating him up, and this crap in the papers has made it a lot worse.