“Has she been evaluated by a professional?”
“Don’t know.”
Sean thought of Horatio Barnes. “If it comes down to it, I might have someone who can help. Who’s looking after her now?”
“Alicia Chadwick among others.”
“And who is she?”
“She works in one of the departments here. I said Monk was the only one who got through to Viggie. But Alicia seems to be able to do it too, if on a limited basis.”
“Who found Monk’s body?”
“A guard on patrol at Camp Peary.”
“Any forensics at the crime scene to suggest any leads?”
“None that I know of.”
“The gun?”
“It was Turing’s. He had a permit for it.”
“Were his prints on the gun?”
“It seems like they were.”
“It seems like they were? Either they were or they weren’t!”
“Okay, they were. There was also nothing to suggest he’d been bound and no defensive wounds.” Rivest blurted out, “Look, maybe a damn Camp Peary guard pulled the trigger.”
“Using Turing’s gun?”
“Monk was trespassing. A guard shot him and they’re trying to cover it up.”
Sean shook his head. “If he was trespassing the guard would have a good reason to kill him. Covering it up just digs the hole deeper. And you wouldn’t use Monk’s own gun to do the deed.”
“Who the hell knows with the CIA?” Rivest protested.
“The second reason is even stronger. Monk was killed with a near contact wound. If a guard was close enough to do that he could’ve arrested Monk without killing him.”
“They got in a scuffle and the gun went off accidentally?” Rivest suggested.
“But there was no evidence of a fight, you said.”
Rivest sighed. “Who the hell knows where the real truth lies.”
“So what’s the CIA position?”
“That he climbed over the fence and shot himself.”
“You obviously don’t think that?”
Rivest looked around uneasily. “There’re a lot of eyes around here.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning a place like this, there might be spies.”