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Only with this gal, no disguise. Her face had been there right in
front of him, all but daring him to recognize her. Why couldn't he?
Could she be in some way connected to the case? The late, great
Senator Richard A. Schulz used to have an office in Hart■still did, in
a way, until his successor was named. Gerry had just been up there,
sifting through the senator's files.

He sighed. The Schulz case was something of an embarrassment to the
Bureau. They'd been tipped that the good senator was laundering
honoraria, since Gerry was attached to the public corruption unit, he'd
been assigned to the team looking into it.

Schulz was suspected of various other dealings of questionable
legality. The corruption team was tightening the noose when he dropped
to his death from his apartment balcony.

Did he fall or did he jump? The Bureau did not know. They were
reasonably sure that he was alone in the apartment when he went over
the balcony rail.

How could he fall? The railing was four feet high. He'd have had to
climb onto it to fall, and there was no logical reason for him to
climb■no plants to water, no hanging decorations that needed
attention.

That left a jump. Had he heard about the investigation and decided he
couldn't stand the heat? Not likely. Gerry had interviewed both his
current mistresses■neither of whom knew about the other. One was
listed on his office payroll as an "assistant" for forty-one thousand
dollars a year. No one on his staff knew what she looked like, she'd
never been to the office.

The other was a lobbyist for an electronics trade association. Many
members of Congress could be accused of being in bed■figuratively■with
certain political interests, Schulz apparently took the phrase
literally. Neither woman said she'd noticed the slightest sign of
stress or apprehension in the senator at any time before he died. Even
his physical therapist, who gave him an ultrasound treatment on his
back only an hour before his death, said he seemed to be in excellent
spirits.

So what had happened to Senator Schulz?

Gerry didn't know. Which was why he'd been at Schulz's officer this
morning. That officer was right down the same hall the mystery girl
had been traveling a moment ago. And Schulz had been quite a
womanizer, a legendary womanizer in . . .

this TIME