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for his situation.
    He took a breath and told me his sister’s name was Susan Mark. At one time Susan Molina, but many years divorced and reverted. Now living alone. He talked about her in the present tense. He was a long way from acceptance.
    He said, “She can’t have killed herself. It’s just not possible.”
    I said, “Jake, I was there.”
    The waitress brought our coffee and we sipped in silence for a moment. Passing time, letting reality sink in just a little more. The Rucker psychologists had been explicit: The suddenly bereaved have the IQ of labradors. Indelicate, because they were army, but accurate, because they were psychologists.
    Jake said, “So tell me what happened.”
    I asked him, “Where are you from?”
    He named a small town in northern New Jersey, well inside the New York Metro area, full of commuters and soccer moms, prosperous, safe, contented. He said the police department was well funded, well equipped, and generally understretched. I asked him if his department had a copy of the Israeli list. He said that after the Twin Towers every police department in the country had been buried under paper, and every officer had been required to learn every point on every list.
    I said, “Your sister was behaving strangely, Jake. She rang every bell. She looked like a suicide bomber.”
    “Bullshit,” he said, like a good brother should.
    “Obviously she wasn’t,” I said. “But you would have thought the same thing. You would have had to, with your training.”
    “So the list is more about suicide than bombing.”
    “Apparently.”
    “She wasn’t an unhappy person.”
    “She must have been.”
    He didn’t reply. We sipped a little more. People came and went. Checks were paid, tips were left. Traffic built up on Eighth.
    I said, “Tell me about her.”
    He asked, “What gun did she use?”
    “An old Ruger Speed-Six.”
    “Our dad’s gun. She inherited it.”
    “Where did she live? Here, in the city?”
    He shook his head. “Annandale, Virginia.”
    “Did you know she was up here?”
    He shook his head again.
    “Why would she come?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Why would she be wearing a winter coat?”
    “I don’t know.”
    I said, “Some federal agents came and asked me questions. Then some private guys found me, just before you did. They were all talking about a woman called Lila Hoth. You ever hear that name from your sister?”
    “No.”
    “What about John Sansom?”
    “He’s a congressman from North Carolina. Wants to be a senator. Some kind of hard-ass.”
    I nodded. I remembered, vaguely. Election season was gearing up. I had seen newspaper stories and television coverage. Sansom had been a late entrant to politics and was a rising star. He was seen as tough and uncompromising. And ambitious. He had done well in business for a spell and before that he had done well in the army. He hinted at a glamorous Special Forces career, without supplying details. Special Forces careers are good for that kind of thing. Most of what they do is secret, or can be claimed to be.
    I asked, “Did your sister ever mention Sansom?”
    He said, “I don’t think so.”
    “Did she know him?”
    “I can’t see how.”
    I asked, “What did she do for a living?”
    He wouldn’t tell me.

Chapter 12
    He didn’t need to tell me. I already knew enough for a ballpark guess. Her fingerprints were on file and three shiny pink ex–staff officers had hustled up the highway but had left again within minutes. Which put Susan Mark somewhere in the defense business, but not in an elevated position. And she lived in Annandale, Virginia. Southwest of Arlington, as I recalled. Probably changed since I was last there. But probably still a decent place to live, and still an easy commute to the world’s largest office building. Route 244, one end to the other.
    “She worked at the Pentagon,” I said.
    Jake said, “She wasn’t supposed to talk about her job.”
    I shook my head. “If it was really a