Deadlock

More amens. Holden had asked her if she wanted to say a few words, and she had declined. What did she have to say to these people? She was an outsider. She had once been one of them, but she had left long ago. In body and in spirit.

She dutifully stayed for the meal that had been prepared by several in the congregation. She dutifully shook hands and received condolences. She dutifully said what needed to be said without sounding rude.

They were good people, and they had been her mother’s family. Millie hated the way she felt about them now. She was jealous – of the times they’d had with Ethel that Millie had not. Her smile felt forced. But she smiled. Mom would have wanted it that way.

She was grateful for the job Jack Holden had done. But she was also jealous of him. He had had time with her mother, too.

He approached her at the back of the fellowship hall, where Millie had sought some respite from talk.

“You’ll be going back to D.C. soon?” he asked.

“Two days,” Millie said.

“May I say something?”

“Of course.”

“Even though the circumstances are not the best, it’s been good to talk with you. You know. About all the things we talked about.”

“My mother thought highly of you,” she said. “You were a great comfort to her.”

“You have her qualities.”

“I wish.” Ethel Hollander was so unlike her daughter. Or was it the other way around?

“I’ll be here if you need anything,” Holden said. “Arrangements with the house, that sort of thing.”

“I appreciate it.”

“And I’ll be praying for you.”

She felt a scream welling up inside her. It did not issue, but the pressure was intense. “Why wasn’t I there?” she said suddenly. Loudly. “Why wasn’t I with her?” She wanted to grab Holden’s shirt and shake him, shame him out of his assurances, force him to join her in guilt and doubt.

Her mother was gone. There would be no more words. Ever.

2

A

“Ms. Deveraux?” he said.

He must have been waiting for the light to change in the hole when she put her eye to it. She still didn’t say anything.

“Detective Markey, D.C. police,” he said. “Can I have a moment of your time?”

Police? “No,” A

“Are you refusing to speak to me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“That is quite unusual.”

“I’m busy. Slip your card under the door. I’ll call you.”

“It concerns your boss.”

A

“Let me see the badge,” she said. Markey held his shield to the lens. A

“Careful, aren’t you?” Markey said, stepping inside.

“You have no idea,” A

“Certainly. You had a run-in with a man yesterday.”

“The homeless guy? He reported it? I can’t believe this. He was…”

“He was what, Ms. Deveraux?”

“He was approaching me in a menacing way.”

“So you maced him?”

“That’s why I carry it. Is this some major case? The guy want money?”

“The guy you took down is a street person. They call him Elijah.”

“Who does?”

“The other street people.”

“Okay, so his name’s Elijah. What do you want from me?”

Markey said, “Well, Elijah is not someone unfamiliar to us. We’ve talked to him before.”

“About?”

“Your boss.”

A

“Detective,” she said, “I’ve got a full schedule. Just give me the whole thing in one gulp, and let’s get on with it.”

“Where was Senator Levering on the night of June fourteen?”

A

“Do you know where he was?”

“Senator Levering has a busy schedule.”

“You know his schedule, you probably tell him where to go and when. You troubleshoot. All the usual stuff. It wouldn’t be hard for you to check your book, or your palm thing, whatever it is you keep a calendar on.”

“Detective, I’m not inclined to check anything until I know the relevance. And what does any of this have to do with that guy on the street?”

Markey said, “You assaulted a witness.”

“Witness?”

“You remember that on June fourteenth, Justice Hollander was hit by a car?”

“Of course. Everybody knows.” A

“She was with someone right before it happened but won’t say who.”

“So? Maybe she wants to save a friend embarrassment or something.”

“Like the senator?”

A

“About a week after it happened I got a call from the desk that somebody wanted to talk about the accident. Somebody who was probably nuts. It was a slow morning, so I took it. Turned out to be our friend Elijah. And he had a very interesting story to tell.”

“A street person,” A

“That’s what I was saying to myself. He said he was out by the Lincoln Memorial when he saw Senator Levering with a woman in some sort of wrestling hold, and then the woman ran off. He followed the woman. And he saw what happened.”

“Wait a minute here. Are you trying to tell me some street bozo sees Senator Levering in the dark and can identify him?”

“Who said it was dark?”

A

“I try never to do that. “

“Still, you’re taking this guy seriously? Where’s the credibility?”

“You’re right. We didn’t take him seriously. He had kind of an odd way about him, you know, that crazy kind of look.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“But then yesterday, somebody sprayed Elijah. A witness wrote down the license plate number of the person who did it. The guy in dispatch who ran the plates crossed it in the computer with Elijah, and sent it to me. So now it looks like Senator Levering’s number-one aide sprayed mace at a potential witness, one who IDed the senator. Suddenly, I’m interested again.”

This isn’t happening, A

“Maybe.”

“That’s not what this is about, is it?” Take the offensive. “It’s about some low-grade detective trying to notch a prominent politician.”

He looked at her evenly.

“I’ve seen this before,” A

“You are not being very cooperative. It would help your own situation, you know.”

“I don’t think I follow you.”

“You maced a guy. That’s an assault, too.”

A

“I’m afraid I am, Ms. Deveraux,” Markey said.

“Then you can contact my lawyer. Our interview is over.”

Markey took out a pad. “Who is your lawyer?”

A