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Margaret Califano sat with Callie, holding her hand, both of thearet’s friends, their husbands and fas of France, Savich whispered to Sherlock

Director Mueller, DAD Jimmy Maitland, Sherlock, Savich, and Ben Raven sat ts behind Margaret Califano, and behind the Henry Biggs, who still looked frail, but at least was alive Savich wondered why Mrs Califano had invited him She was, he decided, a class act

When the service ended, the President and First Lady were escorted out of St Luke’s, surrounded by the Secret Service, then the Vice President and Mrs Chartly Margaret stood beside her husband’s flag-draped coffin, shaking hands, speaking in her low quiet voice, thanking people for co When it was time, she looked toward the doors, saw the media held back by the Metro police She drew a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked out with Callie to speak to the Justices, an incredibly stirring sight Savich kneould be immortalized around the world

The shouted questions stopped the instant she opened her raciously thanked everyone for their waration, she said only that she was confident the FBI would find the man who had killed her husband She also said that after her husband’s interment at St Martin of the Fields, she would speak to the media, at her own home She politely declined to answer any questions, only repeated, "I will speak to you again later at my home"

The small, private interood distance away froravesite by the same officers who had been at St Luke’s

Savich, Sherlock, Ben, and a few aret Califano to the press conference she gave at her home on Beckhurst Lane She answered every question patiently and politely

"We hear The Washington Post has the inside track on this because of you, Ms Markham," shouted one reporter "Is that proper conduct for a ation of this stature?"

Callie stepped forward "No, it certainly wouldn’t be if such a thing were true, but it isn’t I’ the authorities as hter"

Jed Coombes, Callie’s editor, called out, a mixture of sarcasive us the tionna fire her?"

A thoughtful frown "Probably not"

When it was over, when finally all the TV vans and reporters had left, Sherlock went home to Sean, and Savich stopped in to see Jimmy Maitland at FBI headquarters

FBI HEADQUARTERS

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

IT WAS WINTER, dark at five-thirty A cold drizzle slapped against thein Jimmy Maitland’s office Savich sat in front of his boss’s desk, his hands clasped between his legs, staring at his shoes

"MAX has come up dry, and so have we," Savich said "Günter see at all useful about Günter before 1988?"

Savich shook his head "He could be an Auy’s a pro

"As for the rest of it, the local investigation--we haven’t turned up a fingerprint, a footprint, usable DNA, not even a vague description by a witness The garrote leaves no trace, one of its advantages

"We’ve followed up on all the phone records, checked every deleted file on co has fallen out of that

"Soround checks on everyone who could be involved, review of both victims’ financial records, intervieith felons Justice Califano convicted and white-collar cri back many years--these will take more time, but as you know, they’re a bit of a stab in the dark So far, all we really have is the connection MAX gave us to G&uuered Justice Califano’s murder, Danny O’Malley was somehow able to find out about it

"Our interviews have been useful, but nothing see substantial yet All the inconsistencies, even the downright lies don’t seem to matter And Danny--the only person I can believe about Danny is Annie Harper, and that’s because Dr Hicks hypnotized her and I questioned her myself"