“Through those doors, straight back to the end of the hall. Mrs. Canford can give you ten minutes.”
“Good choice, all around.”
“And my name’s not Kid or Junior,” he called after her. “It’s Mylo.”
“I’ll make a note of it.”
Most of the office doors that lined the area stood closed. She did see a man, suit jacket off, tie loosened, sweating over his ’link.
“You want to be reasonable about this, Barry.”
From the look in his eye, Eve judged the guy didn’t figure Barry for reasonable.
Lauren Canford’s office stood open. Pausing at the doorway, Eve saw the woman, black suit sharp as a blade, raven hair in an equally sharp wedge around a sternly attractive face.
A man—pinstripes, paisley tie—stood beside her desk.
“Your identification, please,” he said.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Curtis Flack, the head of this organization. I’m also a lawyer, and will represent Mrs. Canford’s interests here. Your identification.”
Eve took out her badge. “Lieutenant Dallas.”
“Detective Peabody.”
“And the nature of this visit?”
“You both know the nature of this visit, so let’s cut the bull. Since you’re using your right to an attorney, I have to figure you need one. We’ll do this on the record, and I’ll read you your rights.”
Eve did the dance.
“You had an affair with Edward Mira,” she began.
“Mrs.
Canford has a prepared statement on this matter.”
“Is that so?” Eve smiled, very, very pleasantly. “All prepared.”
“I believe in being prepared.” Canford spoke for the first time. “I asked Curtis to come in, and wrote this statement, as soon as I heard the media report.”
She angled just a little, to read off her screen.
“‘Senator Mira and I have been acquainted, professionally, for approximately ten years. In the summer of 2060, for between five and six weeks, we engaged in an affair. When said affair ran its course, we agreed to end it. The decisions to begin and end this area of our relationship were mutual. Senator Mira and I continued our professional relationship and casual friendship, as we share many of the same political and world views. I’m deeply saddened to learn of his death, and must hope the authorities identify the person responsible quickly.’”
Lauren folded her hands. “Is there anything else?”
“Yeah, a few things. Senator Mira was married, as you are.”
“That’s correct.”
“How does your spouse feel about the affair?”
“My husband and I, like the senator and his wife, have an understanding.”
“Your husband understands you cheat on him?”