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“I’m glad you’re there,” she said. “Are you still getting The
Post?”
“I am. I just haven’t looked at it lately. I’ve been busy. Hold
on.” He put her on speaker as he rummaged through the
newspapers that were stacked on the chair at the far end of the
table. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes. Find the tenth.”
“Got it,” he called.
“Page thirty-six. It’s buried; only a few lines. Headline is:
Robert Lee Suicide.” Sheila said.
“I’ve got it.” Michael switched on the overhead light and
shook out the paper and read:
“The Metropolitan Police Department responded to a nineone-one
call on Wednesday night when a resident of The
Robert Lee Hotel jumped to his death. Officer Morgan of the
Capitol Police was also on scene. He confirmed that earlier in
the day the victim had been detained after disrupting a Senate
hearing presided over by Senator Ambrose Patriota. The man,
Ian Francis, was an expert in forensic neurology who, at one
time, worked for the Department of Defense. One witness,
Josie Bates of Hermosa Beach, California, was questioned at
the scene and released. Anyone with information regarding
relatives of Ian Francis is asked to call Officer Morgan.”
“That’s it,” Sheila said.
“Thanks. Anything else?”
“No, Ernie’s home soon. You know how he feels about
this,” Sheila said. “He’s so worried we’re going to get in
trouble especially with the NSA stuff going on.”
“He shouldn’t worry. We’re small fish,” Michael assured
her.
“That’s what I tell him, but you know how it is. Can you
believe it? Ian Francis, the little twerp. I thought he was in hell
a long time ago,” Sheila said.