“Anything?” asked Jamison.
“Walter Dabney was a very tidy and organized man. Even the rubber bands are neatly arranged, pencils and pens divided, not a stray scrap of paper.” He looked around the library at the books. “We searched this place before and you know what we found?”
“What?”
“That all the books are alphabetized by the last name of the author.”
“Organized, like you said.”
Decker held up the odd scraps of plastic. “So why not throw this away? There’s a wastebasket right next to the desk.”
“I don’t know.”
Decker held up the tape. “And we’ve seen something shaped like this before.”
“We have? Where?”
“In the bag the woman was carrying when she and Dabney were leaving the bank after cleaning out his safe deposit box. You could see the rectangular outline through the bag.”
“Wait a minute, you think he used that camera to do a videotape? And that was what was in the safe deposit box?”
“Yeah, I do. And by that time Dabney probably didn’t care about being neat and tidy, so the plastic wrapper just got left there.”
It was right then that they heard a car drive up. Decker quickly put the camera bag back, looked out the window, and saw the five women get out of an SUV. A few moments later they could hear them coming into the home.
A minute later Ellie Dabney came into the library. “I didn’t expect you to be back,” she said, her expression weary.
Jules appeared behind her. “What’s going on, Mom?”
Decker said, “We just have a few more questions.”
“Have you found out anything?” said Jules. “About Dad?”
“We’re working on it,” said Decker.
Ellie sat down, and a moment later Cissy came in carrying a cup of steaming tea. She handed it to Ellie, glanced surreptitiously at Decker, and then hurried out of the room. Jules sat down next to her mother.
Ellie said absently, “What questions?”
Decker sat down across from her. “Your husband had done well for himself.”
“Yes, he had,” snapped Jules. “What of it?”
Decker kept his focus on Ellie. “He was at NSA when you got married?”
“That’s right. He was there for about a decade, right out of college. He started his business on our wedding anniversary.” She smiled weakly. “He said it was good karma, good luck to take the plunge then. The kids were still young. In fact, Natalie was just a toddler.”
Jules said, “What does any of this have to do with what happened?”
Decker said, “We’re trying to establish certain things in connection with what happened. The first one being is there a connection between your father and the victim.”
“I told you that I could think of none,” said Ellie.
Decker eyed her closely. “Has Natalie spoken to you?”
“About what?”
“Her husband’s gambling debts.”
“No, I haven’t.”
This came from Natalie, who was standing in the doorway, her overcoat still on, and a glass of white wine in her hand.
Ellie looked at her youngest daughter. “Gambling debts, Natalie? What is he talking about?”
Natalie looked sourly at Decker, walked into the room, and flopped down into a chair. She took a swig of her wine and said, “Okay, why the hell not? I guess it’s not enough that I had to go and look at my father’s dead body today.” She sat up, drained her glass, and said, “Corbett had gambling debts. They were huge. The people he owed them to were really bad. They threatened to kill us, and they meant it. I called and asked Daddy for help.” She stopped there and looked away.
A stunned Ellie glanced at Decker. “I don’t understand.”
“Your husband found the money to pay off those debts by stealing classified government secrets and selling them.”
Ellie Dabney slowly rose on wobbly legs. “What?”
Jules stood and supported her mother with an arm under her elbow.
“What bullshit is this? Dad stealing secrets? That’s crap.”
“How else was he going to get ten million dollars?” asked Decker.
Jules paled and shot her sister a glance. “Ten million dollars! Is this true?”
Natalie looked dully at her older sister. “Why in the hell do you think I’m divorcing the prick, because he’s no longer good in bed?”
“You asked Dad to come up with ten million dollars!” screamed Jules.
“Who else was I supposed to ask?” her sister screamed right back. “Don’t you understand? They were going to kill Corbett, me, and Tasha, okay? My daughter was going to die. I had no choice.”
The noise of the confrontation brought the two other sisters rushing into the room. Samantha exclaimed, “What the hell is going on?”
“Your bitch of a little sister made our father commit treason to pay the gambling debts of her dickless husband, that’s what!” shouted Jules.
The blood drained from Amanda’s and Samantha’s faces. “W-what?” said Amanda in a quavering voice.
“How could you, Nat!” said Jules, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
“I didn’t know he was going to steal government secrets,” said Natalie in a hollow voice. “Look, I…I never thought…”
“That’s right, you never thought,” accused Jules. “You never did think, except about yourself! And now we know why Dad killed himself. Because he was ashamed of what he did. Of what you drove him to do!”
During all this, Ellie had just stood there staring at the floor.
Decker was watching her. He said, “Mrs. Dabney, can we talk privately?” He eyed the sisters. “I think this might be more productive without the histrionics.”
“Histrionics,” exclaimed Jules. “You sonofabitch! What the hell gives you the right—”
Ellie turned and slapped her daughter across the cheek. “Shut up!”
Jules fell back, holding her cheek and looking stunned.
“But Mom!” began Natalie.
“All of you, not another word,” said Ellie. “Leave, just get out, go somewhere, get drunk, I don’t care. But just leave this room. Now!”
Looking hurt and offended, the sisters, shooting dark glances at Decker and Jamison, slowly filed out of the room. When the door closed behind them Ellie sank into her chair.
Decker waited a few more moments before saying, “The question becomes, was this a one-off or not.”
“What does that even mean?” said Ellie, not looking at him.
“Your husband was able to find a buyer for the secrets relatively fast. If he hadn’t committed espionage before, reason would dictate that he wouldn’t have been able to do that. But if he had sold secrets before, then he might have had a ready-made purchaser. You see the logic?”
She slowly nodded. “I see the logic. But I can’t believe it applies in this case. My husband was a patriot. He would never betray his country.”
“But that’s exactly what he did do,” Decker pointed out.
“Only to save his daughter,” she shot back. “That would be the only reason. His family!”
“It’s still treason. And we have to find out if he had committed it before.”