WHAT AN INCREDIBLE circus! Whether or not it was Nicholson’s own money that got him out, he still would have needed a federal judge to sign the Form 41, and someone else even higher in the food chain to broker the deal.
The cover-up was getting broader and deeper and dirtier every day, wasn’t it? I think I was more awed than shocked by the whole thing, and worse, I suspected it wasn’t close to being over.
John and I went through the motions of running out to Nicholson’s house and then Mara Kelly’s apartment, but we found exactly what we expected.
There was yellow police tape on the doors, but no indication that anyone had been there for at least a couple of days. Even if they had been, they were long gone now. I doubted that we would ever see Nicholson or Kelly again.
Before we got back on the highway, I asked Sampson to pull over at an Exxon station near Mara Kelly’s apartment. I bought a little Nokia prepaid phone for thirty-nine dollars and used it to dial the number I’d gotten the other day.
Wylie Rechler answered on the first ring. “This is Jenna. Talk to me.”
“It’s Detective Alex Cross, Jenna. We met the other day out in Friendship Heights,” I said. “Are you ready to jump into this thing?”
I heard a melodramatic little gasp on the other end. “Honey, I was ready the last time we chatted. What have you got for me now?”
“Ever heard the name Tony Nicholson?”
“I don’t think so. No, definitely not. Should I have?”
“He’s the one with the little black book you’d love to get your hands on, not that any of us ever will. Until eleven o’clock this morning, he was in federal custody. Now he’s out on bail, and if I had to guess, he’s on his way out of the country. With the little black book.”
“What does this mean for me?”
“It could mean a lot, Jenna. If you help me out. I want you to put a bug in Sam Pinkerton’s ear at the Post,” I said. “Could you do that?”
“I suppose I could.” She paused, and then her voice dropped. “Sam covers the White House. You know that, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“Oh Jesus, I’m wet—excuse my French. Okay, so what’s Mr. Pinkerton going to have for me when I call? If I call.”
I told Jenna the truth. “Maybe nothing right away. But you two might make a pretty good team on this one. You’ll have all the right angles covered.”
“I think I’m in love with you, Detective.”
“That’s another thing,” I said. “Sam pretty much hates my guts. You’ll probably get a lot further with him if you don’t happen to mention my name.”
As I hung up, Sampson was giving me a once-over from the driver’s seat. “I thought Sam Pinkerton was a friend of yours.”
“He is.” I pocketed the new phone next to my old one. “I’m just trying to keep it that way.”