“Why?”
“Because the Dabneys bought them for me.”
CHAPTER
71
“THEY ALL HAVE the same secret compartments,” said Milligan.
Decker was standing next to him while Bogart sat in his desk chair. Jamison and Brown were seated across from Bogart.
Jamison said, “So Cecilia Randall’s daughter’s dolls were identical to those of the four Dabney girls and they all had places to hide stolen information?”
Decker nodded and picked up two of the dolls. “This is Missy, which was Jules Dabney’s doll. This doll belonged to Randall’s daughter, Rhonda. Care to try to tell them apart?”
They all drew forward and looked at the two dolls.
“There’s even paint on the same shoe,” said Brown.
Decker said, “Smell the hair of each.”
Brown and Jamison did so. Jamison said, “They smell the same.”
“Exactly. Jules identified her doll by the paint and the smell. My daughter used to do the same thing with the smell test. Lots of little kids do. Whoever was behind this was good at sweating the details.”
Brown said, “So does that mean Randall was also part of the spy ring? Hell, she must have been.”
“Not necessarily,” said Decker. “Her participation might have been unwitting.”
“How could it be?” scoffed Brown.
“After she told me about the dolls, I had a long discussion with Rhonda Kaine. She went on to tell me that she went with her mother to the Dabneys’ every day when she was too young for school. After she became school-age, Randall would go and pick her up from the local school. Apparently the Dabneys arranged for her to attend a school near their house. Randall would bring her back to the Dabneys’ and she would stay there and play or do her homework until it was time to go home. When she got older she helped with the kids and did some babysitting. She even helped her mother with tasks around the house. This was all after school as well, but she was there most days.”
“But as she got older surely she didn’t carry a doll around with her,” said Jamison.
“No. She didn’t. But for years she did. And she couldn’t tell me for certain whether the dolls were ever switched. I couldn’t really get into it with her without revealing confidential elements of the investigation, so I didn’t go there.”
“Okay, but let’s say the dolls were used to convey stolen information,” said Brown. “How do you see it playing out? How did they do it?”
“Walter Dabney brings secrets home from work. I don’t know how he got them out of NSA, but we know that people in the past have succeeded in doing that. Once he started his own business, taking secrets home would be much easier. Next, he has to get them to his buyer or handler. He puts them in one of the dolls. When Rhonda Kaine comes with her doll it gets switched out somehow. Rhonda takes her doll home. She told me that when she was little she would take her doll to school sometimes, or else her mom would bring it with her to work so she could play with it when she got to the Dabneys’. And when I asked her about it, she said that she would rotate her dolls out, play with one one day and another the next. So they wouldn’t get lonely.”
“And then what would happen?” asked Brown. “If Cecilia Randall isn’t in on it?”
“When Randall went to work someone could come into their house, take the information from the doll, and leave. She had no security system. It would have been easy enough.”
“That could work,” observed Bogart.
“That way Dabney never has to come into contact with the other person. Cecilia Randall was the go-between and would never have even known it. And it wasn’t like they were doing the doll thing every day. Dabney might have had a system in place that would somehow alert the other party when something would be in the doll.”
“And when the kids got older and the dolls stayed on the shelf, Dabney probably turned to another technique,” said Bogart. “Like Berkshire and her use of the book.”
Brown said, “So this guy has been spying and selling out this country for well over thirty years?”
“Looks to be,” said Bogart.
“You would have thought he would have been caught at some point,” noted Milligan. “I mean, other spies, even ones who got away with it for years, were eventually found out.”
“We know about them because they got caught,” pointed out Decker. “There could be lots of spies out there who were never caught.”
Brown nodded. “So Dabney’s weak spot was his daughter. He thought she was in danger and maybe he moved faster than he wanted to. Or else he had stopped spying and was rusty. Either way, he seeks out an old contact to do the deal to help Natalie. But we caught on to it this time. But too late to stop him from selling the secrets and then killing Berkshire and then himself.”
“Well, another factor that was different was that Dabney knew he was dying,” said Bogart.
“We’ve already speculated that maybe by killing Berkshire and then himself, he was trying to make amends for all the wrong he’d done over the years,” added Jamison.
Bogart looked over at Decker. “What do you think about that?”
Decker didn’t answer right away. When he did his tone was distant, as though he wasn’t even speaking to them.
“It all makes sense, but I’m not convinced it’s what happened.”
“But why not?” asked Brown. “Why don’t you think it’s the right theory?”
“It leaves too many questions unanswered—principally, who ambushed me and took the flash drive? And who killed Cecilia Randall? Because I think it may be the same people who set up Walter Dabney to steal the secrets to rescue his daughter.”
“Well, it could be the spy ring that had worked with Dabney in the past,” said Brown. “Let’s say he stole secrets for years but then retired. They weren’t happy about that, but if they went after him he could retaliate and blow their cover. But then Natalie gets in trouble gambling and they see a way to manipulate him into spying again. If he believed she owed ten million dollars he would know that the secrets he would have to sell would be major ones. And they were. He provided a back door into our secure databases.”
“And you’re sure about that?” asked Decker.
“What? Yes.”
“How can you be?”
“Because we traced the stolen information to Dabney. He had access. His passcodes were on various entry points, entry points that he knew because of the work he did with DIA.”
“It couldn’t have been someone else at his firm?”
“There was also a biorhythmic security threshold, Decker. It was Dabney, plain and simple. It was a complicated electronic trail, which is why we didn’t get to him before he accomplished what he set out to do.”
“So the recipients of this information have had the backdoor access for a while now?”
“Yes.”
“And they could have learned certain secrets already?”
“Undoubtedly they did.”