“I bet South Freeman knows somebody that knows somebody that could help us out in Tennessee.”

“I’ll give him a call.”

A knock on the door interrupted them. It was Michelle. She immediately noted their gloomy faces.

“You two look like you’re planning a funeral and getting ready to go to war at the same time,” she said.

Sean said quickly, “Horatio was just filling me in on his talk with South Freeman. It appears those secret flights might be bringing in some folks that officially were never there. They have a black area there for secret diplomacy.”

“And potentially fatal for Monk Turing if that’s what he was witness to,” Michelle commented.

Sean continued, “And that’s not all. Before Camp Peary existed, the Navy held German prisoners of war there.”

Michelle said, “German POWs? That’s funny. Champ showed me a beer stein from Germany that he said Monk brought him.”

Sean sat up in his chair. “Monk Turing was in Germany?”

“Well, I can’t be a hundred percent positive. But he brought the stein back with him on the trip he took overseas while he was working here. I can try and find out if Monk did go to Germany by talking to Sheriff Hayes. He might have convinced Ventris to let him have a look-see at Monk’s passport.”

“Germans at Camp Peary and Monk visited Germany,” Sean said thoughtfully.

“What else did Champ tell you?” Horatio asked.

She filled them in on the rest and added, “And he very clearly has a schoolboy crush on me.”

“Crush him if he tries anything,” Sean said firmly, drawing an interested look from Horatio.

“Might not be that easy. He has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.”

“Yeah and the man flies his own plane. Alicia told me.”

“Actually, it isn’t his. It belongs to Babbage Town. In fact I’m going flying with him day after tomorrow.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of you alone with that guy at fifteen thousand feet.”

“I have no interest in joining the Mile High Club if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“I know he has an alibi for the time Rivest was killed but still,” Sean said.

“No, he might not.”

“What do you mean? I checked the computer log,” Sean said. “He was in Hut Number Two until three in the morning.”

“Champ probably has override privileges on the security system. Plus he’s a super-brain. Are you telling me someone like that can’t manipulate a simple computer log?”

Sean looked chagrined. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Did you talk to a real person who was there that night to confirm what the computer log said?” Michelle asked.

“No, but I’m going to correct that mistake right away. Good catch, Michelle.”

“I have my moments.”

“Now I really don’t like you going up in the plane with the guy.”

“I know, but you’ll get over it.”

“And I found something else out,” he said. “Remember I asked people if they saw anything out of the ordinary the night Rivest was killed?”

Michelle said, “And nobody did.”

“Well, I went back and asked a slightly different question. I asked if they’d seen anybody around Rivest’s cottage, including people who should have been there.”

“I’m not following,” Horatio said.

Michelle interjected, “He means other scientists, guards, etc.”

“And cleaning people,” Sean said. “And one of the guards saw a cleaning person in uniform pushing a laundry cart down the road toward Hut Number Three around one in the morning.”

They both looked at him. “Don’t you see? What better way to carry off wet towels, bath mats and a plunger than in a laundry cart?”

Michelle was the first to speak. “There’s no better way. Good catch right back at you.”

Horatio spoke slowly, “So a cleaning person killed Rivest?”

“No, more likely someone dressed as one. And I checked the laundry building. No soaked towels, bath mats or plungers ever showed up there.”

“But if that’s the case it was a woman who killed Rivest then,” Horatio said. “I mean it would be far easier for a woman to dress up as a woman, right?”

Sean shook his head. “I didn’t say it was a woman. In fact the person said it was a guy. I checked with the cleaning supervisor. They have about as many men as women doing the cleaning work here. But a woman could put on pants and pretend to be a man.”

“So we need to find out who was on duty that night,” Michelle said.

“Yes and no,” Sean said. “Certainly we’ll get the list and run it down, but I’m thinking it could be an outsider disguised as a cleaning person who came here and did it. You show up in a uniform with a genuine-looking ID badge, who’s going to question you?”

“Or it could be someone who works at Babbage Town disguised as a cleaner,” Michelle added.

“That could be even more troubling.”

Sean turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” Michelle asked.

“To find out if our resident genius, Champ Pollion, was actually in Hut Number Two or maybe pushing a laundry cart filled with evidence after drowning Len Rivest.”

SEAN COULDN’T FIND A LIVE PERSON who’d seen Champ at Hut Number Two until three in the morning the night Rivest had been killed. That resulted in Champ Pollion being put back on the suspect list for Len Rivest’s murder. While he was walking back to Alicia’s cottage he got a call from Joan.

“We got a communiqué from the owners of Babbage Town,” she began.

“Who are they?” Sean asked quickly.

“Don’t know.”

“Then how do you know it’s legit?”

“There are passwords and a secure channel access that was set up. It’s them. Anyway, since Rivest was killed they’ve been rethinking our presence on the scene. Now if you were showing any progress…”

“Joan, I am busting my ass trying to do just that. You’ve never seen stone walls thrown up like the ones down here. And we don’t even know who our client is.”

“What have you found out?”

Sean hesitated and then filled her in on the German POW angle.

“You really think that might have something to do with Monk Turing’s death?”

“It’s possible. If you can get a list somewhere of the POWs held at Camp Peary during the war, and what happened to them, that would be very helpful. And you tracked his trip in England so any chance you could do the same for Germany? I can follow up on my end by trying to get a peek at his passport, if I can pry it from the Bureau’s greedy hands.”

“I’ll see what I can do. Any idea where in Germany?”

“No.”

“I see that you’ve requested funds for some equipment down there.”

“That’s right.”

“However, you neglected to specify what the equipment is.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, I can assure you.”

“Then you’ll have no problem telling me what it is.”

“Joan, if you won’t approve the funds just say so. I got everything for a good price, and some of the stuff is just leased.”

“I’m not debating the cost.”

“So what’s the big deal?”

“Just put it down to me feeling left out of the loop.”

“When I have something to report, you’ll hear about it.”

“How’s your mental sidekick?”

He stiffened. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“I have my sources,” Joan said cryptically.

“She’s just fine.”

“I’m sure. But if you want my advice, you don’t need a fragile person covering your back in a crisis situation.”

“My back is just great.”

“Don’t I know it, along with your other parts. But seriously, Sean, friendship is one thing, but would you bet your life on it? Three people have already been killed. I don’t want you to be the fourth.”

She clicked off leaving Sean hating himself for suddenly having doubts about Michelle, but doubts they still were. What if she cracked when they were on CIA territory? What if she did something that might end up getting them killed?