Debt of Honor - Tom Clancy [161]
"Roy, it's eight-thirty, okay?" Libby observed, making her position clear.
"The FBI has a case running on Kealty. Rape. More than one, in fact. One of the victims killed herself."
"Lisa Beringer?" The reason for her suicide had never been adequately explained.
"She left a letter behind. The FBI has it now. They also have several other women who are willing to testify."
"Wow," Libby Holtzman allowed herself to say. She set her fork down. "How solid is this?"
"The man running the case is Dan Murray, Shaw's personal attack dog."
"I know Dan. I also know he won't talk about this." You rarely got an FBI agent to discuss evidentiary matters in a criminal case, certainly not before it was presented. That sort of leak almost always came from an attorney or court clerk. "He doesn't just do things by the book—he wrote the book." It was literally true. Murray had helped draft many of the Bureau's official procedures.
"He might, this one time."
"Why, Roy?"
"Because Durling is holding things up. He thinks he needs Kealty for his clout on the Hill. You notice that Eddie-boy has been in the White House a lot lately? Durling spilled it all to him so that he can firm up his defense. At least," Newton said to cover himself, "that's what people are telling me. It does seem a little out of character, doesn't it?"
"Obstruction of justice?"
"That's the legal term, Libby. Technically speaking, well, I'm not quite sure it meets the legal test." Now the hook was well in the water, and the bait worm was wiggling very nicely. "What if he was just holding it off to keep it from competing with the trade bill?" The fish was giving it a look, but wondering about the shiny, barbed thing behind the worm…
"This one goes back further than that, Libby. They've been sitting on it for quite a while, that's what I hear. It does make a great excuse, though, doesn't it?" It was a very enticing worm, though. "If you think politics takes precedence over a sexual-assault case. How solid is the case?"
"If it goes in front of a jury, Ed Kealty is going to spend time in a federal penitentiary."
"That solid?" My, what a juicy fat worm it was.
"Like you said, Murray's a good cop."
"Who's the U.S. Attorney on the case?"
"Anne Cooper. She's been full-time on this for weeks." One hell of a good worm, in fact. That barbed, shiny thing wasn't all that dangerous, was it?
Newton took an envelope from his pocket and set it on the tablecloth. "Names, numbers, details, but you didn't get them from me, okay?" The worm appeared to dance in the water, and it was no longer apparent that the hook was the thing really moving.
"What if I can't verify anything?"
"Then there's no story, and my sources are wrong, and I hope you enjoyed dinner." Of course, the worm might just go away.
"Why, Roy? Why you, why the story?" Circling, circling. But how did this worm ever get here?
"I've never liked the guy. You know that. We butted heads on two big irrigation bills, and he killed a defense project in my state. But you really want to know why? I have daughters, Libby. One's a senior at U-Penn. Another one's just starting University of Chicago Law School. They both want to follow in their dad's footsteps, and I don't want my little girls staffing on the Hill with bastards like Ed Kealty around." Who really cared how the worm got in the water, anyway?
With a knowing nod, Libby Holtzman took the envelope. It went into her purse without being opened. Amazing how they never noticed the hook until it was too late. Sometimes not even then. The waiter was disappointed when both diners passed on the dessert cart, settling for just a quick espresso before paying the bill.
"Hello?"
"Barbara Linders?" a female voice asked.
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Libby Holtzman from the Post. I live a few blocks away from you. I'd like to know if I might come over and talk about a few things."
"What things?"
"Ed Kealty, and why they've decided not to prosecute this case."
"They what?"
"That's what we're hearing," the voice told her.
"Wait a minute. They warned me about this," Linders said