Murder at the Library of Congress - Margaret Truman [107]
“Or does exist,” Annabel said. “That Michele Paul and David Driscoll didn’t come up with the diaries doesn’t mean they aren’t out there somewhere. As I said in my article, there’s enough evidence in the literature—although maybe not beyond a reasonable doubt—that Las Casas did write his own diaries. If so, somebody has them. Hopefully, if they ever do surface, they’ll end up at the Library of Congress.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Cale said, raising his glass.
Later that night, Mac and Annabel sipped an after-dinner cognac on their terrace at the Watergate.
“I have to hand it to Cale,” Mac said, “the way he handled the stalker situation.”
“I don’t agree.”
“Oh?”
“I can understand Cale’s concern about LC’s reputation. On the other hand, John Vogler got off too easy. The terror he instilled in that young woman by his vile phone calls was dreadful. I wanted Cale to put some pressure on Sue Gomara to press charges. Instead, he called Vogler in, had him apologize to her, and sent him off on a leave of absence. He only did that, I think, because he managed to persuade Jim Hutson to come back to run Manuscripts. Vogler should have been punished.”
“Cale’s a pragmatist, Annie. Besides, where did my compassionate wife suddenly disappear to? Dolores Marwede ‘whacks’ somebody, as you so delicately put it, helps dump a body off a boat, and you feel for her. Vogler’s a harmless, lonely eccentric.”
“Tell that to the women receiving the calls.”
“I know, and I think such people should be prosecuted. But Cale’s major concern is the library and its reputation. I think in this case, the resolution makes sense. Life in a library is supposed to be quiet, reflective, helpful—not bloody or kinky.”
“Like life in this household.”
Before going to bed, they watched the news on NCN. Lucianne Huston reported from Iraq, where the administration had launched still more air strikes on Saddam Hussein’s regime.
“He’s still in power,” Mac said, not happy.
“So is she. I sort of envy her, traveling the world like she does, reporting on monumentally important events.”
“She did a nice wrap-up on the Paul and Bitteman murders.”
“Yes, she did.”
“You came off well in the interview she did with you.”
“Thank you. How’s your knee after the match?”
“Feels fine. Ready for bed?”
“I wasn’t, but I am now.”
“Somehow, I don’t think my knee will be called into action tonight.”
“Not with what I have in mind,” she said, standing and pulling him up from the couch. “And leave any treasure maps at the door. You know where to find me.”
«——THE END——»
Table of Contents
Murder at The Library of Congress
Dedication:
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39