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t I'm suggesting is that somehow; perhaps through Ann Campbell herself; some of her lovers learned that General Campbell had had enough and was demanding from his daughter a full accounting of her seductions。 Someone may have decided that it was time to get rid of the evidence。 To get rid of Ann Campbell。〃
Fowler nodded。 〃That thought crossed my mind。 In fact; I never thought it was a total stranger who killed her。 But can you explain to me why someone who wanted to shut her up would kill her that way and draw attention to the sexual nature of the act and of the victim?〃
Good question。 I replied; 〃It may have been a cover to conceal the nature of the act。 The perpetrator needed to kill her but added the rape to confuse the investigation。 I've had two husbands who murdered their wives that way to make it look like a stranger did it。〃
Fowler mented; 〃This is your area of expertise; not mine。 I see your point; but how many men would actually murder a woman just to shut her up? It's a lot less risky to face a court…martial for actions unbeing an officer than to face a court…martial for murder。〃
〃I agree; Colonel; but then; we're rational men。 In the irrational world; one of the prime motivators for homicide is to avoid disgrace and humiliation。 Says so in the manual。〃
〃Well; again; that's your area of experience; not mine。〃
〃But think about who among Ann Campbell's lovers might consider mitting murder to avoid disgrace; divorce; court…martial; and dismissal from the service。〃
〃Mr。 Brenner; your prime suspect; Colonel Moore; was not involved with her sexually from what I hear。 So he had no obvious reason for shutting her up。 But he may have had many other reasons for raping her and killing her。 So you ought to concentrate on his motivations if that's all that is keeping you from arresting him。〃
〃I'm certainly following that avenue as well; Colonel。 I like to conduct homicide investigations like infantry and armor manders conduct a campaign…multiple avenues of advance…a feint; a probing attack; a main thrust; then a breakthrough and encirclement。〃 I added; 〃Surround 'em and pound 'em。〃
He smiled wryly; as I knew he would; and said; 〃That's a good way to squander your resources and to lose the initiative。 Go right for the kill; Mr。 Brenner; and leave the fancy stuff for the chalkboard in the tactics classroom。〃
〃Well; maybe you're right; Colonel。〃 I asked him; 〃Did you happen to see the duty sergeant…Sergeant St。 John…when you got to work that morning?〃
〃No。 In fact; I heard later that a corporal of the guard was actually holding down the fort; so to speak; when the first officer arrived; and that caused a big stink。 The corporal said that the duty sergeant left hours before and never returned; and he had no idea where the sergeant was or where the duty officer was。 But I didn't know that because no one brought it to my attention。 Major Sanders; a staff officer; made the decision to call the MPs; and they informed him that the duty sergeant; St。 John; was in their custody; though they wouldn't say why。 I learned of all this at about 0900 hours and I reported it to General Campbell; who told me to follow up on it。〃
〃And no one thought to ask where Captain Campbell had disappeared to?〃
〃No 。。。 In retrospect; it all ties together。 But that morning it just seemed to me that Captain Campbell had left early; put the duty sergeant in charge; and he put a corporal of the guard in charge and took the opportunity to go somewhere…perhaps home to spy on his wife。 That's all too mon…a man on duty gets it in his head that his wife is being unfaithful; then sneaks off duty and checks out his house。 It's a problem of military life。〃
〃Yes; I've had two homicides and one maiming that began that way。〃
〃So you understand。 Well; that's one of the things that occurred to me。 But what I knew is that St。 John ran afoul of the MPs and never made it back to headquarters。 I didn't push the inquiry because it was obviously Captain Campbell's early departure that led to St。 John's dereliction of duty; and I knew that it would sort itself out。 The last thing anyone thought is that St。 John's apparent arrest had anything to do with what we discovered later was the actual sequence of events。〃
Sounded solid to me。 But of course if I squeezed it; it had some soft spots。 I reminded him; 〃You said you worked late at headquarters the evening before。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Did you see Captain Campbell when she reported in for duty that evening?〃
〃No。 My office is on the first floor; next to the general's。 The duty officer and sergeant use the large clerk…typist area on the second floor。 They just pick up the logbook and any special orders from a designated officer; then choose any desk and make themselves fortable for the night。 I don't normally see any duty officer reporting in。〃 He asked; 〃Is that satisfactory; Mr。 Brenner?〃
〃It's reasonable; sir。 I don't know if it's satisfactory until I can cross…check it。 This is my job; Colonel; and I can't do it any other way。〃
〃I'm sure you have some latitude; Mr。 Brenner。〃
〃Just a tiny bit。 An inch to the left; an inch to the right。 More than that and I'm free…falling into the jaws of my boss; Colonel Hellmann; who eats warrant officers who are afraid to ask questions of superior officers。〃
〃Is that a fact?〃
〃Yes; sir。〃
〃Well; I'll tell him you did a splendid job and showed no fear whatsoever。〃
〃Thank you; Colonel。〃
〃Do you enjoy this?〃
〃I used to。 I'm not enjoying it today。 Or yesterday。〃
〃Then we have something in mon。〃
〃I hope so。〃
We all sat a minute。 My coffee was cold; but I didn't care。 Finally; I asked him; 〃Colonel; could you arrange an appointment for us to speak with Mrs。 Campbell today?〃
〃I'll do my best。〃
I said to him; 〃If she's as good a military wife as you describe; she'll understand the necessity。〃 I added; 〃And we would like to see General Campbell today as well。〃
〃I'll arrange it。 Where can I contact you?〃
〃I'm afraid we'll be all over the post today。 Just leave a message at the provost office。 Where can I contact you?〃
〃At Post Headquarters。〃
〃Are the funeral arrangements plete?〃
〃Yes。 The body will be in the post chapel after retreat tonight; and also tomorrow morning; for those who wish to pay their last respects。 At 1100 hours tomorrow; there will be a service in the chapel; then the body will be taken in a procession to Jordan Field for the ceremony; then placed aboard an aircraft and transported to Michigan for interment in the Campbell family plot。〃
〃I see。〃 Career Army officers usually have a will on file with the Army; and often there will be burial instructions included; so I asked Colonel Fowler; 〃Is that the wish of the deceased?〃
〃Does that question relate to the homicide investigation?〃
〃I suppose the date of the will and the date of the burial instructions would relate to this investigation。〃
〃The will and the burial instructions were updated a week before Captain Campbell left for the Gulf; which would not be unusual。 For your information; she asked to be buried in the family plot; and the only beneficiary of her will is her brother; John。〃
〃Thank you。〃 On that note of finality; I said; 〃You've been most cooperative; Colonel; and we appreciate it。〃 Despite your trying to blow a little smoke up our asses。
Superior officers sit first and stand first; so I waited for him to realize I was finished; and stand; but instead he asked me; 〃Did you find anything in her house that would be damaging to her or anyone here on post?〃
My turn to be coy; so I asked; 〃Such as?〃
〃Well 。。。 diaries; photos; letters; a list of her conquests。 You know what I mean。〃
I replied; 〃My maiden aunt could have spent a week alone in Captain Campbell's house and not found anything she would have disapproved of; including the music。〃 Which was true because Aunt Jean; snoop that she was; had no spatial perception。
Colonel Fowler stood; and we stood as well。 He informed me; 〃Then you've missed something。 Ann Campbell documented everything。 It was her training as a psychologist; and undoubtedly her desire as a corrupter; not to rely on fleeting memories of her rolls in the hay out in some motel or in someone's office on post after hours。 Look harder。〃
〃Yes; sir。〃 I must admit; I didn't like hearing these kinds of remarks about Ann Campbell from Kent or Fowler。 Ann Campbell had bee more than a murder victim to me; obviously。 I would probably find her murderer; but someone had to find why she did what she did; and someone had to explain that to people like Fowler; Kent; and everyone else。 Ann Campbell's life needed no apology; no pity; it needed a rational explanation; and maybe a vindication。
Colonel Fowler escorted us to the front door; probably wishing he hadn't been on the telephone before so he could have escorted us in without Mrs。 Fowler's assistance。 At the door we shook hands; and I said to him; 〃By the way; we never found Captain Campbell's West Point ring。 Was she in the habit of wearing it?〃
He thought a moment and replied; 〃I never noticed。〃
〃There was a tan line where the ring had been。〃
〃Then I suppose she wore it。〃
I said to him; 〃You know; Colonel; if I were a general; I'd want you for my adjutant。〃
〃If you were a general; Mr。 Brenner; you'd need me for your adjutant。 Good morning。〃 The green door closed and we walked down the path to the street。
Cynthia said; 〃We keep getting to the threshold of the great secret of Ann and Daddy; then we hit a wall。〃
〃True。〃 Despite the mixed metaphor。 〃But we know there is a secret; and we know that the stuff about imagined injustices and irrational anger toward her father is not cutting it。 At least not for me。〃
Cynthia opened her door。 〃Me neither。〃
I slid into the passenger seat and said; 〃Colonel Fowler's wife had that look。 You know that look?〃
〃Indeed I do。〃
〃And Colonel Fowler needs a better watch。〃
〃Indeed he does。〃
CHAPTER TWENTY…TWO
Breakfast or Psy…Ops School?〃 Cynthia asked。
〃Psy…Ops School。 We'll eat Colonel Moore for breakfast。〃
Each house on Bethany Hill had a regulation white sign with black lettering displayed on a post near the driveway; and; about five houses from Colonel Fowler's house;