Sara Paretsky - Blacklist

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Eager for physical action in the spirit-numbing wake of 9/11, VI Warshawski is glad to take on a routine stake-out for her most important client, Darraugh Graham. His ninety-one year-old mother has sold the family estate, but Geraldine Graham keeps a fretful eye on it from her retirement apartment across the road. When Geraldine sees lights there in the middle of the night, Darraugh sends V I out to investigate-and the detective finds a dead journalist in the ornamental pond. The man is an African-American; when the suburban cops seem to be treating him as a criminal who stumbled to a drunken death, his family hires V I to investigate.
As she retraces the dead reporter’s tracks, V I finds herself in the middle of a Gothic tale of sex, money, and power. The trail leads her back to the McCarthy era blacklists, and forward to the ominous police powers the American government has assumed today. V I finds herself penned into a smaller and smaller space by an array of business and political leaders who can call on the power of the Patriot Act to shut her up. Only her wits, and an unusual alliance she forges with Geraldine Graham and a sixteen year old girl save her.

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“I can also give you the back issues of T-Square where he wrote about Bronzeville already. They’ll tell you some of the history. There’s nothing here about his new story. If his sister has his things, she’ll have his notebooks and stuff. Do you think-could you ask his sister-I’d love to have one of his notebooks…”

I promised her that as soon as I’d sorted through what he’d left in his house I’d see she got some of his personal papers. I was disappointed, though: I’d hoped for some kind of breakthrough here, or insight. But maybe there wasn’t anything to find. Maybe Marcus Whitby had gone to talk to Calvin Bayard-but about what? Blacklisted writers whom Bayard might have known? He hadn’t mentioned it because you weren’t supposed to go to Bayard about anything. And then he’d gotten lost on his way back to his car. He’d tripped on the loose bricks and fallen to his death. It could have happened.

“Why didn’t Simon Hendricks want to let me know what Marc was working on if there isn’t anything very secret about it?” I asked Aretha as she waited with me for the elevator.

She shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, corporate stuff, you know…”

“Oh.” I grinned, suddenly making sense of Jason Tompkin’s laughter. “He didn’t want a white woman poking around?”

She blushed. “It’s not personal. But Mr. Hendricks, well, he came up in the organization when Mr. Llewellyn was still fighting every inch o? the way, to get funding, to get distributors, everything. I think he would have expected the Whitby family to hire a different investigator.”

As I rode the elevator back down to the lobby, I hoped Hendricks was wrong.

CHAPTER 11

A Child’s Garden of Verses

BMWs and Mercedeses stood three abreast on Astor Street as parents and nannies waited to fetch their children from the Vina Fields Academy. Chicago taxpayers were helping out: city cops had blocked off the street and were directing outsiders like me away from the area. I found a sort of legal space on Burton Place and sprinted back, but the students hadn’t yet started to emerge.

I was cutting it close because I’d hung around the entrance to Llewellyn Publishing hoping Jason Tompkin would come out for lunch-he hadn’t seemed like the type to eat at his desk. After fortyfive minutes, when I was about to give it up, he’d emerged with a couple of coworkers. One of them was Delaney, Simon Hendricks’s assistant, who frowned when she saw me. The third was the woman Jason had been talking to when I was in Marc Whitby’s cubicle.

Jason Tompkin came over to me, tipping the beret he was wearing. “Ah, the special investigator, looking for the X-Files. What can I do for you?” His voice and smile were without malice; I had to smile in turn. “X-Files is right. I was hoping, since you worked right next to Marc Whitby, you might have heard something-anything-that would explain why he’d gone out to New Solway. Aretha said you all weren’t supposed to talk to anyone at Bayard about work in progress, so I did wonder if he’d had a surreptitious appointment with Calvin Bayard.”

Delaney said, “Marcus Whitby thought being a star reporter, he could write his own rules. It wouldn’t surprise me if he thought he could bypass Mr. Hendricks’s orders about this, too.”

“And did he?” I asked Tompkin.

“I like to feed the rumor mill as much or more as the next man, but I unfortunately did not hear the ace reporter talking to or about the Bayard empire. He was working on something he thought was pretty hot, that much I can tell you, but he made sure I never heard him actually say anything.”

“When did that start? His acting like he had something pretty hot?” Jason shrugged one slim shoulder. “A week before he died, maybe. He’d started making a lot of calls, started hanging by his phone so he could jump on it when it rang. Being a finalist for the Pulitzer gave him a taste for glory. He kept hoping he’d got that big prizewinning story in his sights.”

“Why aren’t you supposed to talk to anyone at Bayard?” I asked, wondering if I’d hear the same reason Aretha had given.

“It’s our policy with all our big competitors,” Delaney said.

“Mr. Llewellyn is the proudest man on the planet,” Jason added. “No, Delaney, that’s not an insult. It’s the truth. The Bayard policy dates from-” ` J.T, just stop it right there,” Delaney said. “We don’t need to tell every stranger on the street our business, and you know Mr. Llewellyn would say that louder than Mr. Hendricks. You hear?”

Tompkin rolled his eyes expressively, but a glance at his other coworker’s frowning face shut him up. Delaney pushed him on the shoulder to start him up the street. I followed after long enough to give all three one of my cards. Delaney let hers flutter to the pavement, but Jason and the other woman tucked them away.

I sprinted back to my car-but not in time to avoid the meter reader. An orange envelope, my chance to give the city fifty dollars, was stuck to my windshield. I swore roundly and drove over to La Llorona for a quick bowl of soup.

So who was Marcus Whitby? The warm, loving hope of his familyand Aretha Cummings-who’d come close to a Pulitzer? The competitive, uncommunicative coworker? The star who thought he could make his own rules?

Huddled up against the restaurant window, away from the noise at the

counter, I checked my messages. I had an urgent one from Harriet. When I reached her, I learned that Deputy Protheroe had come through for us: when Mrs. Whitby’s funeral director in Atlanta tried to arrange the shipment of Marc Whitby’s body, the DuPage ME’s office gave them a runaround-they needed a little more time to process the paperwork.

“Mother got so angry I blurted out that you’d done it, to buy more time for the investigation, and then I had to confess that I’d hired you, which made her really furious. I was wishing the floor would open under me when Daddy suddenly said he thought it was a good idea. He never disagrees with Mother about-about, oh, domestic things-so she was completely surprised. And then he kind of put his arm around me and said thank goodness I’d had the gumption to take the bull by the horns, that he doesn’t want a slur over Marc’s reputation on account of how he died. But-he isn’t ready to agree to an-well, to letting someone else look at Marc’s body.”

Getting her parents to agree to an investigation seemed like the most important first step: I could get going on more ideas, and keep pushing on the independent autopsy. Harriet said Amy Blount hadn’t had any luck with locating a key to Marc’s house. We agreed to meet there the next morning around nine, whether Amy had found a key or not.

I gulped down the rest of my chicken soup while I scribbled down my other messages, and then hightailed it to Vina Fields. Not that I often visit the Gold Coast, but I’d never really noticed the school before, so carefully was it tucked into its surroundings. It presented the same bland, inwardturning fa~ade as the apartments and homes on the street, pushing outsiders away as firmly as a guard dog. Only a small plaque near the double doors identified the stone building-that and the waiting nest of mothers and nannies clustered at the bottom of the steps. Actually, two men stood in the group, one with a stroller and a toddler, the other with a copy of the New York Times tucked under his arm.

This late in the school season, those on foot seemed to know each other, at least by sight. They chatted about their children’s triumphs and whether they could sell the tickets for the school play each family had been allotted, occasionally shooting a curious glance my way.

After about ten minutes, the doors opened and children began streaming out. The primary grades left first, in knots of giggling girls, of boys

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