HOLLY STOOD UP and put on her sweatshirt. “I didn’t lie on the polygraph,” she said to the examiner. The man opened a side door, revealing another small room, which held a steel table and some matching chairs. “Go in there and sit down,” he said.
Holly went into the room and sat down, and the man closed the door behind her. She found herself facing another mirror. Knowing that she was probably being watched, she sat still and tried to breathe normally. She sat that way for what seemed an hour but was closer to five minutes, then two men walked into the room and took chairs on the opposite side of the table. One of them, Bob, the younger of the two, carried a thick folder.
Bob opened the folder. “You lied on your polygraph,” he said.
“No,” Holly replied evenly. “I did not.”
“The examination you have just taken is the most sensitive and reliable in the world. Nobody beats it; certainly not you.”
“I didn’t lie on the examination.”
“I’m giving you an opportunity to come clean, and this is the only opportunity you will have to do so and explain yourself.”
“I have nothing to come clean about,” Holly replied.
“That’s a lie.”
“Tell me what, exactly, you think I’m lying about.”
“You know, exactly, what you lied about.”
“No, I don’t. I am baffled by your accusation.”
“Tell us right now, or you’re out of here.”
“Well, I guess I’m out of here,” Holly said, standing up.
“Sit down.”
ON THE OTHER SIDE of the glass, Lance Cabot sat with the more senior polygraph examiner, watching Holly’s responses. “I believe her,” he said.
“She lied,” the examiner said.
“How certain are you?”
“She said no, and I got a reaction that indicated a lie.”
“How big a reaction?”
“A small one, admittedly, but in my professional judgment, she lied.”
HOLLY HAD INTERROGATED many prisoners during her careers as a military and civilian police officer, and she was determined to stand her ground.
“Not only did you lie on your polygraph,” the man said, “but you have now made yourself liable for criminal charges.”
“You, sir,” Holly replied, “are full of shit.”
The man slammed his fist down on the tabletop. “Liar!” he shouted. “Do you think we want liars in the CIA?”
The other man, who was older and grayer, spoke up. “Bob, why don’t you go get a cup of coffee and let Holly and me chat for a minute?”
Bob stalked out of the room without a word.
The other man gave Holly a rueful grin. “I’m sorry about that, Holly,” he said. “Bob is pretty intense about his work, and he sometimes gets a little too excited. My name is Dan, and I want to help you straighten this out, if I can.” His tone was fatherly and reassuring.
Ah, the good cop, Holly thought. “I’ll be happy to help in any way I can,” she said, trying to sound conciliatory.
“That’s great, Holly,” Dan said, “because we don’t want this conversation to be an impediment to your career.” He tapped the thick folder on the desk. “I’ve read your service record, and it’s a very fine one. Of course, your C.O. put some stuff in there after he was acquitted at his court-martial, but that’s easy to see through. It’s clear to me that you were telling the truth, and he was lying.”
“Thank you,” Holly said, and she meant it. The words made her feel good inside, but she knew that made her vulnerable to what Dan was trying to do.
“Now, why don’t you tell me about your questionable answers on your polygraph,” he said, “and I’ll do whatever I can to fix this.”
“Dan,” Holly said, “I’d like to help, but I just don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. I gave truthful answers to all the questions I was asked. Now, it might help if you told me what you think I lied about.”
“First of all, Holly, I believe you. I don’t think you lied. You seem like an honest person to me. However, Bob is very good at what he does, and he is convinced that you lied.”
“Well, why don’t you get him in here with his record, and let’s go over the answer he’s concerned about.”
“Unfortunately, that’s not how we do things here.”
“Well, Dan, I have to tell you that I don’t think very much of how you do things here. Not so far, anyway.”
“Holly, I think we’re both trying to straighten this out, but I have to stick to procedures.”
“Is your procedure to accuse me of lying with no evidence of what you think I’m lying about?”
“Of course not. We just have to be very careful here. We don’t want this thing to rise up and bite us on the ass, or you either, a few years down the road.”
“Well, Dan, in that case, I think you should either reexamine me or launch a full-scale investigation into what you consider my lie.”
“I’m trying to avoid those alternatives,” Dan said.
“Well, you’re not trying hard enough,” Holly replied.
BEHIND THE GLASS, Lance was chuckling to himself. “Are you sure you want to go up against this woman?” he asked Bob.
“I still think she lied.”
“So, reexamine her. Do it now.”
“It doesn’t work that way. She knows what she lied about, so she’ll be expecting the question, and she may know enough about the polygraph to beat it.”
“Well, I’m certainly not going to launch an investigation based on this blip,” Lance said. He looked over his shoulder. “Bob, get back in there and tell her what she lied about. Maybe we can elicit some sort of confession, or at least, a concession that she might not have been entirely truthful.”
“Whatever you say, Lance,” Bob replied, then left the room.
BOB WALKED BACK IN and sat down. “I’ve got the record, here,” he said, opening a file. “You were asked if you had ever stolen anything from the army.”
“And I replied, ‘yes,’” Holly said.
“Then you were asked if you had stolen anything worth more than a thousand dollars,” Bob said.
“And I replied, ‘no.’”
“That’s where the problem is, Holly.”
“I don’t see the problem.”
“What did you steal?”
“A Colt .45 pistol. Well, I didn’t exactly steal it.”
“Tell us about it.”
“After shooting on the range one day, I found a .45 that somebody had left on the bench. Rather than turn it over to the range master and get somebody in trouble, I took it with me, planning to find out to whom the gun was assigned. I put it in my safe, then I forgot about it. More than a year later, I found it in the back of the safe, and I took it to the range master and told him what had happened. He told me that he had already done some juggling with the books and reported the gun broken, unrepairable and destroyed. He told me to keep the gun, since it was off the records, so I did. I still have it somewhere.”
“How much was the gun worth?” Dan asked.
“I don’t know; that was seven or eight years ago. Right now, you could buy a new one for around nine hundred bucks on the Internet and have it shipped to a licensed dealer.”
“The army lists the value of a new Colt .45 as a thousand and fifty dollars,” Dan said. “Although I doubt that the army owns a new one these days; they switched to the Beretta years ago.
“So when you were asked if you had stolen anything worth more than a thousand dollars, you figured the gun was worth nine hundred?”
“I just thought it was worth less than a thousand. After all, it wasn’t new. But during the test, I remember wondering what the value was now. I finally decided to stick with under a thousand, but maybe my momentary indecision caused the blip.”
Bob and Dan looked at each other, and Bob shrugged. “What do you want to do?”
“I’ll write an addendum to the examination, giving Holly’s explanation,” Dan said. “I don’t think we’ll hear any more about it.”
“Anything else?” Holly asked.
“No, I think that will do it,” Dan replied.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” she said, then shook hands with both men and left the room, looking for Daisy.
It was not until they were outside again that Holly realized she had been sweating profusely under her sweatshirt. She walked slowly to her next class, taking deep breaths to calm herself.