Split Second

She went straight to Bishop's office to confront him. What did she have to lose?

His first words were not encouraging. "Get out!" he barked.

"Two weeks of vacation, Walter. I'm due it and I want to take it."

"You've got to be joking. I want you right here where I can keep an eye on you."

"I'm not a child. I don't need watching."

"Consider yourself lucky. And a piece of advice: stay away from Sean King."

"What, now you're picking my friends?"

"Friends? People keep dying around him. You almost got killed."

"So did he!"

"Really. That's not what I heard. He got a bump on the head. You almost got your neck wrung off."

"You're way off base, Walter."

"You know, when Ritter was killed, there were rumors King was paid off to look the other way."

"And then to kill the assassin. How does that make sense?"

"Who knows? But the fact is, look at his life now. He lives in some big house, making lots of money."

"Oh, yeah. What a brilliant plan of his to ruin his life."

"So maybe he ticked somebody off. Somebody he did a deal with eight years ago, and that person is exacting payment."

"That is so crazy."

"Is it? I think your judgment's been seriously clouded by a good-looking guy who's got all these bad things happening to him. Start thinking like a professional and maybe your vision will clear. In the meantime all you're going to be doing is getting splinters in your ass from sitting at a desk."

The phone rang and Bishop snatched it up.

"Yeah? What? Who did…?" Bishop's face turned very red. He slammed the phone down and didn't look at Michelle. "Go take your vacation," he said quietly.

"What? I don't understand."

"Join the club. And you can pick up your creds and gun on the way out. Now get the hell out of my office!"

Michelle left before the powers-that-be changed their minds.

In the same building that a puzzled Michelle was now leaving with her pistol and badge, a number of grim-looking men sat in a conference room. They collectively represented the Secret Service, FBI and U.S. Marshals Service. The man at the head of the table was putting down the phone.

"Okay, Maxwell is officially on vacation."

"Giving her enough rope to hang herself?" asked a man who was from the FBI.

"Maybe, maybe not." He looked at the other end of the table. "What's your take?"

Jefferson Parks put down his soda and thought about this question. "Well, let's look at what we have. Loretta Baldwin is maybe connected to Clyde Ritter's assassination. According to what King told the police, the gun he found in her backyard might have been one Loretta saw somebody hide in the supply closet at the Fairmount. She was blackmailing that person and he eventually killed her."

The man at the head of the table was the director of the Secret Service, and he didn't look happy with this theory. "That might mean Arnold Ramsey didn't act alone in killing Ritter."

The FBI agent said, "How about Sean King's being the guy who killed Loretta? She might have been blackmailinghim. Then he finds out who she is from Maxwell and kills her. He digs up the gun and conveniently loses it."

Parks shook his head. "King has an alibi for when Loretta was killed. And why would he have needed to hide a gun in the closet of the hotel? He killed Arnold Ramsey. And when the gun was taken from him and Maxwell, he was injured and Maxwell was almost killed. And King's life has been pretty messed up by all this."

"So you think he's innocent?"

Parks sat up straight. He'd lost his laid-back, country-boy demeanor, and his voice was crisp. "No, I don't necessarily think that. I've been doing this long enough to know when someone's not being straight with me. He's hiding something. I just don't know what it is. I do have one theory. Maybe he was involved in Ritter's assassination somehow and covered up his tracks by killing Ramsey."

Now the director shook his head. "How does that work exactly? What could Ramsey offer in the way of payment? He was a college professor at a second-rate school. And I'm assuming King wouldn't have turned traitor for free or on some political principle."

"Well, we don't really know King's political beliefs, do we? And all of you have seen the video. He wasn't even watching Ritter."

"He said he just zoned out."

Parks didn't look convinced. "He says. But what if he was intentionally distracted?"

"If he had been, he would have told us."

"Not if he was covering for someone, and not if he was involved from the get-go. And you want to talk payment, okay. How many enemies do you think Clyde Ritter had? How many powerful folks from the other parties would have loved to see him out of the race? You think they wouldn't have paid a few million to have King look the other way? So he takes the heat for a while for being ‘distracted,' and then he goes off with his millions and lives the good life."

"Okay, but where are all these millions?"

"He lives in a big house, drives a nice car, has a nice comfy life," countered Parks.