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“Just hang on.”
Herbert pretended to examine a spot in the grass with investigative interest. Two minutes later Anthony returned to him. “Okay, we wait five minutes and then we walk north and go into the church over there.”
“Why?”
“To meet with the lady.”
“How did you manage that?”
“Let’s just say it was a bit of girl-to-girl signaling that is impervious to male capture and translation.”
. 7
FIVE MINUTES LATER they were in St. John’s Church admiring the embroidered kneelers in the “presidential pew” of the house of worship.
“James Madison. John Quincy Adams,” read Anthony as she glanced down at the kneelers. “Impressive list of blokes.”
Herbert replied, “Your country certainly didn’t think that back then. Revolutionaries and even terrorists, they were called.”
“Well, after a couple hundred years even the thorniest differences can be overcome.”
The woman, dressed in her green-and-khaki uniform, entered the church and slipped off her hat. She spotted them and hurried over.
Anthony said, “I saw you trying to catch our eye. Thank you for meeting with us.”
“I really don’t know if it’s anything. And even though it’s our break time I can’t be gone too long.”
Anthony asked, “What’s your name?”
“Judy Donohue.”
“Okay, Ms. Donohue, what’s troubling you?” asked Herbert.
“Something that was said when you came to interview Mr. Sykes.”
“How do you know we did?” asked Anthony. “He was alone.”
Donohue looked embarrassed and uneasy.
Sensing this, Herbert said, “How long have you been with the Park Service?”
“Ten years. Really love it.”
“Are you from the area?” Herbert asked.
She smiled wryly. “Nope. About as far from it as you can get from a place like this.”
“Where’s that?” asked Anthony.
“Grew up in the middle of nowhere Montana. God’s country. I’ve been an outdoor girl all my life.” She held up her hand. On the back of it was a tattoo of a bird. “That’s the Sturnella neglecta, otherwise known as the western meadowlark. It’s Montana’s state bird. Got that when I was sixteen. My friends were getting hearts and guys’ names. I opted for wildlife.”
“And about what Mr. Sykes said? I guess you were nearby?”
Donohue dropped her wry look. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” she said quickly. “I was just nearby working on a project and…”
“And you just heard things,” Anthony said pleasantly. “Perfectly understandable.”
“So what did you hear that raised questions in your mind?” asked Herbert.
“He said we were waiting on an arborist to check the tree. And that we were putting together special soil and nutrients and such.”
“That’s correct,” said Herbert. “You mean you weren’t?”
“No, we do.”
“All right,” said Herbert slowly. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I know I’m not explaining this very well. Why I work with my hands and not at a desk, I guess.”
“Just take your time, Judy,” Anthony said helpfully.
“Well, you see, the arborist had already checked the tree and given it a clean bill of health. He took another look at it again when it went in the hole, but only to make sure the stress of being craned in hadn’t injured it. The soil and nutrient plan was all ready to go.”
“So you’re saying that there was no need to leave the hole unfilled?” said Herbert.
“Not really, no. I remember putting up the poles and tape and thinking it was pretty silly to leave the hole that way. I mean, what if someone fell in it?”
“And someone did,” said Anthony.
“Well, anyway, I still thought it was weird.”
“What explanation did Sykes give you for leaving the hole open?” asked Herbert.
“He didn’t give us an explanation. He’s the crew chief. We do as we’re told.”
“When Agent Birdman came by were you all present when he asked his questions?”
“For part of the time, but then he went off with Mr. Sykes.”
“And I take it the question about the uncovered hole didn’t come up while you were all there?”
“I recall the FBI agent getting to that issue, but then Mr. Sykes said it was time to get back to work and he’d finish the rest of the answers.”
“Did any of the other crew members have the same questions about the hole being uncovered?” asked Anthony.
“They’re a good bunch, real dedicated. But they also follow orders and don’t think too much about it. I guess I’m a little more independent. And after overhearing what Mr. Sykes told you, I just thought you ought to know.”
“You did the right thing, Judy,” said Anthony.
“I have to get back.”
“Right,” said Herbert. “This was very helpful. But don’t mention it to anyone.”
Donohue nodded, a nervous expression on her face. “Do you think Mr. Sykes did something wrong?”
“We’re sure going to find out,” said Herbert.
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THEY LEFT THE CHURCH and walked back to the park.
“So now George Sykes is a suspect,” said Anthony. “Is there anyone who’s not involved in this thing?”
“A conspiracy does require more than one person,” observed Herbert.
“Oliver?”
They turned to see Alex Ford striding toward them.
“Let me do the talking,” said Herbert quickly to Anthony. “Hello, Alex,” he said, turning to his friend.
“So are you going to tell me anything remotely close to the truth about what’s going on?” Alex asked, his voice strident.
“I know I’m being secretive and cryptic, but the fact is I’m not sure it’s a good idea you knowing about any of this.”
“So that’s how it stands? A member of the Camel Club in name only?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. But I have a commission and a shield now and—”
“That didn’t stop you from involving Mirabel, Harry and Reuben, did it? They don’t have a badge or a commission but I do.”
“I know none of this is simple.”
“Oh, it’s completely simple. You’ve cut me completely out of the loop. I thought we were friends. And I thought our friendship would rise above everything else.”
Herbert started to say something but then stopped. He glanced at Anthony and then back at Alex.
“You’re right.”
This frank admission seemed to drain the anger from the Secret Service agent. “Okay.”
“We’ve made some progress,” said Herbert. “But not enough, and my sense is that we’re running out of time. And if I’ve been less than candid with you, it’s partly due to your being in a very delicate position.”
“Partly?”
“Yes, the rest is due entirely to my clumsy handling of our friendship. I’m sorry.”
“Can you tell me this? Should I be worried? I mean for the president?”
“I know of no specific threats against him, if that’s what you mean. And if I did, you and the president would know too. That I swear.”
“I heard you met with him at Camp David.”
“I did. I needed to speak with him frankly.”
“And did he respond in kind?”
“He did. To a surprising degree, in fact.”
“I understand Reuben is still in the hospital.”
“Yes, that was close, Alex, too close.”
“We pushed you to let us help, Oliver. We’re all big boys and girls.”
“There is still responsibility at my level. I won’t be making that mistake again.”
“You can’t protect your friends from everything.”
“I can at least stop putting them in dangerous situations.”
“You said you’re making progress. Are you close to finding out what’s going on?”
“And is it bad?”
Herbert glanced at Anthony before answering. “I think it’s very bad, yes.”
“Be careful, then. And if there’s anything I can do to help, I’m here.” Alex turned and walked off.
“He’s a fine bloke,” said Anthony as she joined Herbert.
- Writer
