“And little Joanie is okay with that?”
“Little Joanie doesn’t know, because I haven’t been returning her calls.”
“I knew I loved you.”
“Hold your accolades; I’m going to have to fill her in at some point.”
“And this Hayes guy? Is he okay?”
“Solid guy, if excitable. He doesn’t think I should be going anywhere near Whitfield’s wife.”
“Well neither do I.”
“If Monk was killed by the folks at Camp Peary, she may be the only way we can find out about it.”
“From the way you said he blew off the little missus tonight, I doubt Whitfield is giving his wife a daily briefing.”
“She might have learn
ed something anyway. The lady isn’t stupid and she’s not happy with her hubby right now.”
“Okay, let’s say Whitfield had Monk Turing killed. Why?”
“Something he saw? These secret flights maybe? There’s something weird going on over there for damn sure. Somebody took a shot at me. And say what you will about the CIA, they don’t usually go out of their way to kill American citizens for no reason.”
“He might’ve seen someone tortured. Or even killed,” Michelle added.
“People are assuming that Turing climbed the fence and then died right there. But what if he went a lot farther than that? In fact what if he was trying to get back out of Camp Peary when he was killed?”
“But you said all evidence pointed to suicide.”
“Come on, the CIA can’t rig a murder to look like suicide?”
“Sean, why would Monk Turing be sneaking over there in the first place?”
“According to Whitfield, to kill himself to either make the CIA look bad or die in a blaze of media glory.”
“But you don’t buy that.”
“No, but maybe he saw the flights coming in and being a curious genius he decided to check it out?”
“This genius couldn’t figure out that doing something like that was tantamount to suicide?” she said skeptically.
“So maybe there was another reason he was going there. But there’s another possibility. He might be spying on this place and selling its secret to the highest bidder. Rivest apparently thought there were spies here. And Turing did leave the country.”
“That doesn’t explain how he ended up dead on CIA property. And maybe Turing isn’t spying on this place.”
“What do you mean?” Sean said curiously.
“I mean, what is it they really do here at Babbage Town? Play with numbers and little computers, or so they say?” She lowered her voice. “So how do you know this place isn’t really a spy ring? Right across the river is a super-secret CIA facility. Maybe all the scientific mumbo-jumbo is just that, crap to cover up their real work: espionage against this country.”
Sean smiled. “That’s a brilliant theory. I knew I missed you for a good reason.”
“That’s why they call it a partnership.”
“But if this place is a spy ring, why call us in?”
“Rivest called us in. Maybe he wasn’t in on the espionage. But he did say the owners were having second thoughts.”