The Cove

“He also has this knack for making people remember things buried deep in their brains. He did that with you tonight, didn’t he?”

“Yes. But, on the other hand, Mr. Brammer, you got even more out of me.”

“Ah, but that’s just because Quinlan opened the spigot, so to speak. Now, in addition to being one of the best agents in this office, he’s a very talented man. He plays the saxophone. He’s from a huge family sprawled out all over the East Coast. His father retired two years ago, one of the best chiefs the bureau has ever had. His first wife, Teresa, was a big mistake, but that’s over with. He hunkered down for a while, rethought lots of things, and then he came out of hibernation, and he got well. Now he’s met you, and all he can do is smile and rub his hands together and talk about the future. Treat him well, Sally.”

“As in be gentle with him?”

Marvin Brammer laughed. “Nah, beat on him, give him a run for his money, don’t let him pull any of his smart-ass pranks on you.”

“Pranks?”

He gave her a surprised grin, then just shook his head. “You haven’t known him all that long. You’ll see, once you’re married, Sally. Maybe even before you’re married. Quinlan’s daddy was just the same. But Quinlan has something his daddy didn’t have.”

“What’s that?”

“You,” Marvin Brammer said. He touched his palm lightly to her cheek. “Don’t worry, Sally. We’ll get your father, and he’ll pay big time for what he’s done. Quinlan was talking a mile a minute to bring me up-to-date. He told me about your father calling you twice and his face appearing in your bedroom window when you were staying at your aunt’s house in this small town called The Cove. Of course, he thought it was someone mimicking your father, that or a spliced tape. He said you knew it was your father. And that scared you. He told me he’d never doubt you about anything again. Now, Sally, let’s get honest here. It’s not just the murder of that unknown man, it’s not just what he did to you, although that turns my stomach—it’s the dirty dealings he’s been pulling for several years now, the arms sales to very bad people. The feds will chew him up for that, and that, naturally, is why we got involved in the first place after his murder. I’m sorry he had to be your father. We believe that’s another reason he locked you away in Beadermeyer’s sanitarium. He did believe, according to Scott Brainerd, that you had seen some compromising papers. You don’t remember seeing any papers that could have implicated your father in the arms dealing?”

She shook her head. “No, really, Mr. Brammer. But you do believe this was one of the reasons my father had me admitted to Doctor Beadermeyer’s sanitarium?”

“It sounds probable. The other thing—the revenge angle—it seems reasonable, but frankly I don’t think it’s enough of a motive in itself. No, I think it was a bunch of things, but primarily that he knew Scott was losing you, and thus he, Amory St. John, was losing control. And he believed you’d seen some incriminating papers about the arms deals. There’s more than enough there, Sally. What was uppermost in your father’s mind? I don’t know. We’ll never know.”

“You don’t know how much he hated me. I’ll bet even my mother believes it’s enough of a motive.”

“We’ll find out when we catch him,” Marvin Brammer said. “Then we’ll make him pay. I’m sure sorry about all this, Sally. Not much of a decent childhood for you, but there’s rottenness in some people, and that’s just the way it is.”

“What will happen to Doctor Beadermeyer?”

“Ah, Norman Lipsy. If only we’d thought to put Dillon on him earlier. That man can make a computer tap-dance. We all laugh that he’s not a loner like Quinlan because he’s always got his computer tucked under his arm, a modem wrapped around his neck like a stethoscope. He can get into any system on the planet. He’s amazing. We kid him that he sleeps with the bloody thing. I think that even if someone gave him a turn-of-the-century telephone, he could invent a modem that would work. Agents in the bureau don’t have partners like cops do, but Quinlan and Dillon, well, they always do well together.

“Good Lord, why’d I get off on that? You wanted to know about Norman Lipsy. He’ll go to jail for a very long time. Don’t spend any time worrying about him. He refused to say a thing. Said that Holland was a moron and a liar. But it doesn’t matter. We’ve got the goods on him.”