The Enemy Read Free

grey skin was a good indicator. So was the evidence of shock and surprise and sudden pain in his upper left arm.
    "Massive," I said.
    "But before or after penetration?" Stockton said, with a smile in his voice.
    I looked at the pillow area. The bed was still completely made. The dead guy was on top of the counterpane and the counterpane was still tight over the pillows. But there was a head-shaped dent, and there were rucks where elbows and heels had scrabbled and pushed lower down.
    "She was underneath him when it happened," I said. "That's for sure. She had to wrestle her way out."
    "Hell of a way for a man to go."
    I turned around. "I can think of worse ways." Stockton just smiled at me. "What?" I said. He didn't answer.
    "No sign of the woman?" I said.
    "Hide nor hair," he said. "She ran for it."
    "The desk guy see her?" Stockton just smiled again.
    I looked at him. Then I understood. A low-rent dive near a highway interchange with a truck stop and a strip bar, thirty miles north of a military base.
    "She was a hooker," I said. "That's how he was found. The desk guy knew her. Saw her running out way too soon. Got curious as to why and came in here to check."
    Stockton nodded. "He called us right away. The lady in question was long gone by then, of course. And he's denying she was ever here in the first place. He's pretending this isn't that kind of an establishment."
    "Your department had business here before?"
    "Time to time," he said. "It is that kind of an establishment, believe me."
    "Control the situation, Garber had said.
    "Heart attack, right?" I said. "Nothing more."
    "Probably," Stockton said. "But we'll need an autopsy to know for sure."
    The room was quiet. I could hear nothing except radio traffic from the cop cars outside, and music from the bar across the street. I turned back to the bed. Looked at the dead guy's face. I didn't know him. I looked at his hands. He had a West Point ring on his right and a wedding band on his left, wide, old, probably nine carat. I looked at his chest. His dog tags were hidden under his right arm, where he had reached across to grab his left bicep. I lifted the arm with difficulty and pulled the tags out. He had rubber silencers on them. I raised them until the chain went tight against his neck. His name was Kramer and he was a Catholic and his blood group was O.
    "We could do the autopsy for you," I said. "Up at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center."
    "Out of state?"
    "He's a general."
    "You want to hush it up."
    I nodded. "Sure I do. Wouldn't you?"
    "Probably," he said.
    I let go of the dog tags and moved away from the bed and checked the night stands and the built-in counter. Nothing there. There was no phone in the room. A place like this, I figured there would be a pay phone in the office. I moved past Stockton and checked the bathroom. There was a privately purchased black leather Dopp kit next to the sink, zipped closed. It had the initials KRK embossed on it. I opened it up and found a toothbrush and a razor and travel-sized tubes of toothpaste and shaving soap. Nothing else. No medications. No heart prescription. No pack of condoms.
    I checked the closet. There was a Class A uniform in there, neatly squared away on three separate hangers, with the pants folded on the bar of the first and the coat next to it on the second and the shirt on a third. The tie was still inside the shirt collar. Centred above the hangers on the shelf was a field grade officer's service cap. Gold braid all over it. On one side of the cap was a folded white undershirt and on the other side was a pair of folded white boxers.
    There were two shoes side by side on the closet floor next to a faded green canvas suit carrier which was propped neatly against the back wall. The shoes were gleaming black and had socks rolled tight inside them. The suit carrier was a privately purchased item and had battered leather reinforcements at the stress points. It wasn't very full.
    "You'd get the results," I said.