“Is that David Wilke?” I asked, pointing at someone who looked very much like the current chair of the Senate Armed Services Committee.

Ned nodded. “That’s David Wilke, all right. Both women have powerful men as regular clients, which is why we’ve been tracking them to begin with. Katherine Tennancour, at least, worked at the club out in Virginia.”

I didn’t say a word, just stared at Mahoney.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking,” he said. “Might as well break out the legislative directory while we’re at it.”

This whole thing was getting more insidious by the minute. There was no way to track this killer—or this network, if that’s what we were looking at—without exposing all kinds of very dirty laundry in the process. A lot of innocent family members’ lives would be ruined—and that was just the start of it.

House and Senate majorities, not to mention presidential elections and governorships, had been lost over a lot less than this. No one would be going down without a fight either; I already had a bad taste of that from Internal Affairs. Anyone who thinks that cops look forward to these sensational “career-making” cases has never been in the middle of one.

“Jesus, Ned. It’s like waiting for a hurricane to happen right here in DC.”

“More like running after one—looking for trouble,” he said. “A real category-five shitstorm. Don’t you just love Washington?”

“Actually, I do. Just not right at this minute.”

“So listen, Alex.” His voice went serious again. “The Bureau’s all over this. It’s about to go pop. I’d totally understand if you want to back off, and if you do, now would be a good time. Just hand the envelope full of goodies back.”

I was a little surprised by the offer. I thought Ned knew me a lot better than that. Which meant, of course, that his offer carried a serious warning.

“Does that mean you’re ready to hit the club out in Virginia?” I asked him.

“I’m waiting on the ex parte right now.”

“And?”

Ned grinned, and if I’m not mistaken, he looked just a little relieved. “And you should probably leave your phone on when you go home tonight. I’ll be calling.”

Chapter 43

THE GOOD NEWS was I got to have a nice dinner with the family. I even got to spend some time hanging out with the kids afterward, just before all hell would probably break loose, probably like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It all depended on who was at that private club tonight.

Jannie had been teaching Ali to play Sorry, one of the most boring games in the universe, but I liked playing just about anything with the two of them. I goofed around between my turns, stealing pieces off the board and telling old jokes to Ali. Things like “Why is six afraid of seven?”

“Because seven ate nine!” Jannie cackled. She loved to be the spoiler, and Ali was a perfect audience. The boy just loves to laugh. He’s the least serious of my three kids by far.