Blowout

there’s got to be something more there. He wants us to take a crack at it.” Ben paused, grinned. “He wants to know exactly where they sat in the sandwich shop, what they ate, and the color of Fleurette’s toenail polish, everything about that lunch until they got back to the Supreme Court.”
    “Sure, we can give it a shot. Do you know, it feels weird to be sleeping here. I never did very much since they bought the house after I went to college. I’d like to go back to my apartment, but I can’t yet.”
    “Be patient, Callie. Now, tomorrow evening, dinner will be about six. Savich said he’ll have Sean fed by then. I think his sister and her fiancé will be there too. Savich doesn’t want to talk shop, but I’ll just bet you we will.” He reached out and lightly cupped her cheek in his gloved hand. “You okay?”
    Callie didn’t think, leaned into his hand, and stared up at him. “Sonya said you wanted to sleep with me.”
    He didn’t move his hand. “That’s what you two were talking about in the kitchen?”
    “For just a couple of minutes.”
    “Sonya really said that?”
    “Yes. She said you never looked below her face. She couldn’t believe it.”
    Ben grinned at that. “The woman’s built, but I wouldn’t know anything about that.”
    “She said I was blind, she said you were interested.”
    “Is this a roundabout way to ask me if I am?”
    “Truth is, I’ve never been very good at the man-woman thing. Yeah, tell me, I’d like to know.”
    “The answer’s yes.” Slowly, he moved his hand from her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “It’ll be Friday. A week anniversary.”
    “Yes.”
    “Does Savich want to hypnotize Fleurette like he did Annie Harper?”
    “He hasn’t said. Let’s take a crack at her first.”
    She smiled up at him. “Isn’t it odd, Detective Raven? Here you are with this bird name, and you’re not such a bad guy after all. You haven’t bitched about taking me along with you in at least forty-eight hours.”
    “That long? Hmm. Well, the thing is,” he said simply, “you’ve got a good brain.”
    Callie flushed. “I—thank you. Yes, thank you, Ben.”
    G EORGETOWN W ASHINGTON , D.C. T HURSDAY EVENING
    “I’ M COMING .”
    A few minutes later, Savich walked into their shared office, holding Sean over his shoulder, lightly rubbing his boy’s back in light soothing circles. “He had a nightmare. What’s going on?”
    “I’ve got a surprise for you.” She was grinning even as she patted Sean’s cheek. “He okay now?”
    “I think so. What are you up to? What surprise?”
    “I know you wanted to get to work on Samantha Barrister, but you’ve been too busy to do much, so I contacted both the Boston and the Pittsburgh field offices on Tuesday. I massaged a few egos, and when that didn’t work, I called in a couple of favors, convinced them this was important and required immediate attention.”
    “Why the Boston field office?”
    “I’ll tell you in a few minutes. I’ve had MAX working on everything too, but so far he hasn’t found much since all this happened in the early seventies.” Sherlock waved a nice thick folder at him. “But no matter, we’re in business. Sit down, Dillon, just you listen, my man, to what I’ve found out.”
    Savich stared down at his wife. “Have I told you lately that my Porsche isn’t in the same ballpark with you? You’re amazing.”
    She stood up and hugged him and Sean to her. “I like hearing that. After you chew over what I’ve got, I’ll bet you’ll even agree to give me the Porsche if I ask you.”
    “That could be pushing it, sweetheart, but I’m open.” He sat down next to her and settled Sean against his chest.
    Sherlock sat next to him and opened the folder. “Let’s begin with Blessed Creek, Pennsylvania, 1973, population of about three thousand seven hundred and eighty-five souls. The Barristers were the big cheeses, no one else remotely close to them in influence and wealth. They owned the only tourist facilities around Lake Klister, the six gas stations in the area, and Mr. Barrister was the mayor, had been for twenty years. He also owned the local bank and the two biggest grocery stores. It was the senior Barrister who built the big house on that knoll outside Blessed Creek.
    “They had three sons. Townsend Barrister, the eldest, married a woman named Samantha Cooper, in 1964. It was a really big bash that included nearly all the townspeople. It was in the middle of