Gone Tomorrow

isolated woman. I was her friend. She was excited to come here and meet me.”
    At that point I sensed that Theresa Lee needed to get going and I certainly wanted to be out of there before young Leonid showed up again. So I nodded and shrugged as if I had nothing more to say and no further issues to pursue. Lila Hoth asked if I would give her the stick that Susan Mark had given to me. I didn’t say yes and I didn’t say no. I didn’t answer at all. We just shook hands all around once more, and then we made an exit. The door closed behind us and we walked through the silent corridor and the elevator chimed open. We stepped in and we looked at each other in the mirrored walls and Lee said, “Well, what did you think?”
    “I thought she was beautiful,” I said. “One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”
    “Apart from that.”
    “Amazing eyes.”
    “Apart from her eyes.”
    “I thought she was lonely too. Lonely and isolated. She was talking about Susan, but she could have been talking about herself.”
    “What about her story?”
    “Do good-looking people automatically get more credibility?”
    “Not from me, pal. And get over it, anyway. Thirty years from now she’ll look just like her mother. Did you believe her?”
    “Did you?”
    Lee nodded. “I believed her. Because a story like that is ridiculously easy to check. Only a fool would give us so many chances to prove her wrong. Like, does the army really have press officers?”
    “Hundreds of them.”
    “So all we have to do is find the one she spoke to, and ask. We could even track the phone calls from London. I could liaise with Scotland Yard. I’d love to do that. Can you imagine? Docherty interrupts me, I say, Butt out, pal, I’m on the phone with Scotland Yard here. It’s every detective’s dream.”
    “NSA will have the calls,” I said. “A foreign number into the DoD? They’re already part of an intelligence analysis somewhere.”
    “And we could track Susan Mark’s calls out of the Pentagon. If they talked as often as Lila claimed, we’d see them easily. International to the U.K., they’re probably flagged up separately.”
    “So go for it. Check.”
    “I guess I will,” she said. “And she must know I could. She struck me as an intelligent woman. She knows British Airways and Homeland Security can track her in and out of the country. She knows we can tell if she ever flew to LA. She knows we can just go ahead and ask Jacob Mark whether his sister was adopted. It’s all so easy to confirm. It would be crazy to lie about stuff like that. Plus she came in to the precinct house and involved herself voluntarily. And she just showed me her passport. Which is the exact opposite of suspicious behavior. Those are big points in her favor.”
    I took the cell phone from my pocket and reassembled the battery. I hit the on switch and the screen lit up. It was showing a missed call. Lila Hoth, presumably, from her room, ten minutes ago. I saw Lee looking at the phone and I said, “It’s Leonid’s. I took it from him.”
    “He actually found you?”
    “I found him. Which is why I had gotten as far as this hotel.”
    “Where is he now?”
    “Walking home from Saint Vincent’s Hospital, probably.”
    “Is this something you really want to be telling to an NYPD detective?”
    “He fainted. I helped. That’s all. Talk to the witnesses.”
    “Whatever, it’s going to put the cat among the pigeons with Lila.”
    “She thinks gun ownership is compulsory in Virginia. She probably thinks mugging is compulsory in New York. She grew up with propaganda.”
    We got out of the elevator in the lobby and headed for the street door. Lee asked, “But if all of this is so innocent, why are there feds involved?”
    “If the story is true, then an American soldier met with a Red Army political commissar back during the Cold War. The feds want to be absolutely sure it’s innocent. That’s why HRC’s response was delayed by weeks. They were taking policy decisions and putting surveillance in place.”
    We got into Lee’s car. She said, “You aren’t agreeing with me all the way, are you?”
    I said, “If the Hoth family business is innocent, so be it. But something wasn’t innocent. That’s for damn sure. And we’re saying that other something brought Susan Mark to the exact same place at the exact same time. Which is a hell of a coincidence.”
    “And?”
    “How many times have you known a million-to-one chance turn out