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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 20a (M/F) (270 lines)
January 20, 1998

This is about the 26th section.  Although this is substantially more tame than
many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply.  There are two pieces
to Chapter 20; this is the first.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 20a

The next morning Kathy was dressed in her lawyer suit as she drove Ken back to
his ship.  Then she crossed the bridge to Newport News and went to the
courthouse where she was immediately recognized as she entered.  After
obtaining a copy of the Collins divorce papers she found a pay phone and
called Tony Donetti.  Once again he picked up immediately after she identified
herself.  "Tony, I'm clear to talk.  I'm at a pay phone in Newport News and
I'm getting ready to see our sleazy friend, Mr. Holmes.  One thing I'll need
is names of people who will testify that Sylvia was Sylvia Collins.  I also
need her current address.  She's the kind who changes identities as fast as a
chameleon changes its color.  Also, if you have Holmes office address it would
save me from walking my fingers through the telephone directory.  And Tony, I
hope you don't mind if I go for disbarment on Homes, and Homer Knight, too, if
I can prove collusion."

"Angel, why would I possibly mind?  Go get 'em, tiger.  The names of the
people are easy to get.  Do you need them now?"

"No, Tony.  I was pretty sure but I wanted to check with you first.  I want to
be sure there *are* some witnesses in case Holmes tries to bluff it out."

Donetti gave Kathy Holmes' address, Sylvia's address and the assurance that
she would not be able to hide.  Getting back into her car she drove to her old
office in Norfolk.  When she walked in, she found Peter there.  He closed his
office door, looked at her steadily and then exclaimed, "Katherine Smith, you
are in love!  And on you it looks great.  It happened over the weekend, didn't
it?"  Kathy blushed and nodded.  "Who's the lucky guy?"

She told him about Ken and his divorce.  "Pete, this stuff is new to me.  I
don't really know what it takes.  What evidence do you need to move?"

"Kathy, I'll help you all I can.  What we need is an admission from him that
he knew Sylvia had already married Stark while he was working on the Collins
divorce.  Hon, even though its almost never prosecuted, bigamy is a felony.
If he admits knowledge, he's an accessory after the fact.  Of course, there
could be other marriages worked this way.  Then you not only get disbarment,
you get felony prosecution on conspiracy to commit fraud, bigamy...  It could
be a very interesting indictment!  I have one question, though.  It's
Wednesday.  You only met the guy on the weekend, yet you seem to know
everything there is to know about the scam already.  Wait!  Don't answer!
I'll hear about Kathy Smith, girl wonder- worker, and feel inadequate again."
He grinned at her and she gave him a warm smile in return.  After the emotion-
filled day the previous Friday she was glad his sense of humor was still
intact.

"Kathy, I have an idea, if you'll go for it.  Carry a wire when you meet him.
If he says what I'm confident you'll get him to say, he's dead meat.  Do you
want to try?"

"Let's do it!" Kathy exclaimed with delight.

Peter called a police technician.  While waiting, Kathy said, "Pete, one thing
occurred to me.  I have a carry permit for my gun in connection with my DA's
job which I no longer have.  Is the permit still good?"

"No.  As a matter of fact, it was revoked this morning.  May I have it,
please?"  Pete's voice was flat as he spoke.  Kathy was hurt but she said
nothing.  She found the permit in her wallet and gave it to him.  After
glancing at it, he tore it up and dropped the pieces in his wastebasket.  Then
he reached into his desk, took out two laminated cards without looking and
flipped them across the desk to Kathy.  "These are yours," he said.  As usual,
his face was totally expressionless.

Kathy picked up the cards which both looked very official.  One was headed
United States of America, while the other said Commonwealth of Virginia.  Both
had ID pictures of her identical to the one formerly on her District
Attorney's identification.  "What are these?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure," Pete answered, appearing bored by the subject.  "The
Federal one is some sort of junior G-Man, or junior federal marshal, or
something stupid like that.  The other is something similar from the State.  I
guess it gives the overpaid bureaucrats something to do with their time.  At
any rate, it amounts to a Federal gun permit.  By the way, I asked where the
junior G-Man badge and cap gun were that usually come with this junk."  His
face broke into a wide grin.  "Kathy, they didn't seem to be amused!"  At that
they both burst into laughter.  "By the way, I can't think what the Virginia
one does that the Federal one doesn't do on a broader scale.  I finally came
to the conclusion that the Governor looks on you as one of his people, and he
won't back off for the Feds.  Of course, I seem to recall a certain
unpleasantness a hundred years or so ago when Virginia didn't back down,
either."

As Pete was talking, Kathy had been idly examining the card.  Then she looked
at its Virginia counterpart.  "Pete, this is strange.  It says I am a special
U.S. Marshall; Virginia says I am a special agent of the Virginia Bureau of
Investigation.  It may be a weird way to get a pistol permit, but I think I
may have accidentally picked up some arrest powers.  If I'm right, they're
concurrent.  Federal or state charges, I can pick them up."

Pete was suddenly interested.  "Kathy, could I see them again, please?"  He
read them carefully and then spun in his chair to pick up a phone on the
credenza behind him.  His back was to her and he was speaking in a low tone of
voice which was unusual for him.  She could not hear what he was saying or to
whom.  As he was talking, there was a knock on the door.  She got up and
opened it.

A conservatively dressed man was at the door.  "Miss Smith?  I'm sorry to
interrupt, but I'm here to see you.  My name is Joe Peters.  I'm Special Agent
in Charge of the FBI office here in Norfolk.  May I come in?"  He took a seat
in the chair next to Kathy's.  Meanwhile, Pete was continuing his phone
conversation.  "Miss Smith, I don't quite know how to begin.  Did Pete give
you a card this morning?  One with your picture identifying you as a special
U.S. Marshall?"  Kathy nodded.  Things were getting interesting.  Peters
continued, "I've known Peter Mahoney for years, and I know his sense of humor.
However, I guess some folks inside the Beltway make careers out of taking
themselves very seriously.  At any rate, Pete made some crack about a junior
G-Man badge and they came all unglued.  Miss Smith, I have something for you
that came down from Washington in a special pouch.  I was asked to deliver it
to you personally."  He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a small
rectangular box.

Kathy opened it.  It was a gold badge with the legend, United States of
America, on top and Department of Justice below.  There was a shield which she
assumed to be the seal of the Justice Department.  It also said Special
Marshall.  Turning it over she saw engraved on the back Katherine J. Smith.
Agent Peters was smiling now.  Going back into his case he pulled out a thin
black leather wallet, then tapped Peter on the shoulder.  Pete nodded and
passed him a card.  Then the agent asked Kathy for the badge.  After taking it
from her, he fumbled for a few moments, then passed the case back to her.
"Open it," he said.  She did.  The badge was pinned to one side of the wallet
and the ID card to the other.  With a grin he said, "Us real G-Men carry ours
that way, so I guess Junior G-Men should, too.

"Miss Smith, will you please stand?"  Kathy did so.  Peter had completed his
call and was watching the proceedings with amusement.  "Raise your right hand
and repeat after me: I, Katherine J. Smith, do solemnly swear that I will
uphold the Constitution of the United States and its laws as a Special
Marshall of the United States Department of Justice, so help me God."

Kathy did so, and was moved.  'This is no joke,' she thought.

"Miss Smith..."

Please call me Kathy, Mr. Peters."

"Kathy, then -- and please call me Joe -- there are some papers to fill out
and that sort of garbage.  Please don't forget your social-security number.
They need it for your paycheck."

"Paycheck!  What paycheck?" Kathy exclaimed.

"Your Department of Justice paycheck, of course," Peters replied looking very
amused.  "I've heard about you from Pete, of course.  You're the girl that
doesn't do things for money, so you didn't even ask what the job pays before
you let me swear you in."

"But I don't want any money!" Kathy wailed.  'This is getting out of hand!'
she thought.

Mahoney could no longer control his laughter.  He held up one finger and
Peters grinned and nodded vigorously.  Pete finally controlled himself enough
to say, "Kathy, it pays one dollar per year -- and you have to take it.  It's
a Federal offense to work for the U.S. Government for nothing!  As the two men
were laughing, Peters was nodding his head to what Mahoney had just said.
Kathy joined in their laughter.

When the laughter died down, Pete said, "While you two were laughing it up, I
was talking to Richmond.  You were absolutely right, Kathy.  You have the
*full* Junior G-Man kit, complete with arrest powers.  Believe it or not,
those two sets of idiots -- Washington and Richmond -- are still debating
whether special legislation is needed for concurrent powers of arrest.  It's a
bureaucratic classic.  They don't know if it's needed at all, but if it is, is
it Federal of state?  Or both?  Kathy, you may have generated enough work to
keep full departments busy in both places for a year!  And I hope you're
satisfied."  By the time Mahoney finished his speech, both Kathy and Peters
were howling with laughter.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks.  "Then I told
Richmond that the FBI's SAIC was in my office preparing to swear you in as a
special Federal marshal.  They made me write down the words so I could swear
you in now, too.  Of course, the State's more frugal with its money.  They're
not paying you.  You *can* work of the State for free.  In fact, they prefer
it, so you are.

Turning serious, he swore her in as a special agent of the Virginia Bureau of
Investigation.  After she took the oath he added, "By the way, they asked me
to apologize that your badge isn't ready yet.  I gave them your address and it
should arrive, registered mail, within a week.  It also comes with its own
wallet.  I told them the Federal wallet was black and to get a different color
so you can pull the right one.  The jerk thanked me for the information, would
you believe?  It would be a helluva note if you try to make a Federal collar
and pull a State badge!"

Mahoney's intercom buzzed.  His secretary told him that Police Sergeant
Kowalski was in the office to see him by appointment.  Kowalski was shown in
and introduced.  As Peters was preparing to leave, Mahoney had an idea.  "Joe,
do you have another minute?  It just occurred to me that what Kathy and I were
talking about could concern you."

"Pete, would you excuse me a moment?" Kathy asked.  "Could I use my old office
to make a phone call?  It's important.  You can brief Joe while I'm gone."
She went back to her old office, closed the door, and was relieved to find
that nothing had been changed.  She had a direct line there that did not go
through the office switchboard and had no extensions which she used to call
Tony Donetti again.  Moments later he was on the phone.

"Tony, I'm on a secure line.  By any chance, do you have any other names,
dates and places on Sylvia's marriage scam?"

Donetti chuckled, "I sure do, and I was wondering what to do with them.  I
don't feel right calling you.  Anyhow, it's like that Walt Disney thing when
the buckets start bringing water and Mickey Mouse can't turn them off?  Well,
the guys heard it was for Angel so they won't quit.  Do you have paper?  Good.
I'll read them off to you."  He did.  Before she hung up, Tony had given her
twelve names over a four- year period.  She was only missing a few dates.
Tony gave her an organized list with name, date of marriage, date and place of
divorce -- but not all the blanks were filled.  But it was enough -- more than
enough.  She had to study the dates more carefully, but she was reasonably
sure that at one point Sylvia was married to three men at the same time.  She
thanked Donetti and then changed the subject.

"Tony, something just happened that you should know about."  She filled him in
on the badges she was now carrying and ended by saying, "It nets out that I
have full arrest powers, but no one can tell me to do anything.  I just wanted
you to hear it direct from me."

Donetti laughed and said, "I think it's great, Angel.  You now have the
ultimate carry permit.  You know, I think they did a very smart thing.  You
can use that weapon of yours better than anyone else carrying a badge!  They
gave it to the right girl.  No one else knows this, right?"

"You're right, Tony.  One more thing.  There may be a Federal charge against
Sylvia.  Were all the names you just gave me Navy?"

"Sure were -- and they were all officers.  Need anything else?"

"No, Tony.  And thanks...  Just thanks!"

"Good bye, Angel.  One more thing.  The boys and I are getting a real kick out
of being on the right side of the law for a change.  Just thought you might
like to know."

When she hung up, she called Holmes' office and made an appointment to see him
there at two o'clock.  Then she returned to Mahoney's office where the men
were waiting for her.  "Kathy, Joe thinks there is a Federal angle, but he had
better tell you himself."

Peters said, "This is all from memory, and I'll check it back at the office to
be sure, but it works like this:  Back in the Second World War several
servicemen's protection laws were passed.  You can't garnishee a serviceman's
pay, for example.  Were these guys out of the country?  Pete said he thought
they were, but wasn't sure.  If they were, I think that's the hook.  You can't
act against a serviceman if he can't be present to defend himself."

Kathy brought out Donetti's list.  "I have a surprise for you.  While you
important law-enforcement types were in here shooting the shit..."

Eyebrows were raised at Kathy's use of the phrase.  Pete commented, "How
unladylike!  Joe, you can see how she's gone to the dogs in less than a week
away from the office!  Shame!"

"Shooting the shit!" Kathy repeated, with emphasis, "The loyal girl detective
was working her fingers to the bone for her munificent Federal wage.  I have a
list of twelve names with most of the dates and all of the places.  This is
four years' worth.  They are all naval officers.  None was present at the
trial that cleaned him out.  All were deployed overseas, mostly to the Med.
Did I do good?  Huh?"

The men laughed with her, but quickly turned serious when they looked over her
sheet.  She had made copies for each of them before she came in.  Joe Peters
was the first to speak.  "Kathy, let me check something.  When did you first
start this investigation?"  She replied that it was the night before, about
five o'clock.  Peters whistled appreciatively.  "I knew it was quick, but...
My God, that's only about fifteen hours, and almost all of it was nighttime.
I don't suppose you want to tell me the source?"  Kathy shook her head, no.
"I didn't think so.  Pete, this girl is tapped into the finest intelligence
network around.  You know that the FBI cracks a lot of cases by digging around
in dusty ledgers, old bank records, court files... that sort of thing.
Believe me, I've been there and I know how tedious and time- consuming it is.
If I had put my entire office on this project, I don't think they could have
produced this in less than eight weeks.  And after eight weeks, I doubt if our
list would be nearly this complete.  This was put together in less than
twenty-four hours!  What I wouldn't give for your sources..."  He continued
with a grin, "Kathy, you earned your Junior G-Man badge... and at least half
of your year's pay.  Well...  maybe one-third.  But it's definitely a good
start!" he said brightly.  Everyone laughed.

"Joe," Pete said, "Am I correct in assuming that it should be a very simple
matter to complete the sheet?  Obtain the missing dates?  All the divorce
dates are here along with the courts.  How long would it take to get the
corresponding wedding dates?"

"Hell, Pete, one of my girls ought to be able to fill in the blanks this
afternoon.  Let's do it!  If you don't need me any longer, I'm going to put
this show on the road."

Kathy looked at Pete and then at Sergeant Kowalski.  "I have an appointment
with Holmes in his office at two.  What do I do?  I assume Mr. Mahoney told
you I'm going to be wired."  Kowalski quickly reviewed the various forms of
recording devices.  The smallest one available was cylindrical in shape and a
bit smaller in diameter and a little shorter than a long cigar.  They talked
about Holmes.  Although no one knew him, they assumed he would be wary and
sensitive to the possibility of recording.  As they talked, an idea occurred
to Kathy.  "Sergeant, how small is the smallest microphone you have?"

"It's tiny," he replied.  "Look."  He took out a tiny mike about the diameter
of a shirt button but much thinner.  She asked if it could be taped in place.
He answered that with special sound-conductive tape he had, yes.  Finally, she
asked about wire and was told that he had some that wasn't much thicker than
sewing thread.  Kathy was excited.  Her idea might work.

"Guys, listen and tell me how this sounds.  Let's assume that he's as
sensitive as we think he is.  I go in wearing a skin-tight dress.  He'll ask,
and I'll leave my purse with his secretary so when we go into his office,
there's just me.  He spills and I record.  What do you think?"

"Ma'am, it would work fine, but where do we put the gear?  Solve that, and I
think we're there.  But how do we solve it?"

Kathy checked her watch and found there was just enough time to get to her
apartment and then back to the office.  "Sergeant, get that cylindrical thing,
the thin wire and a button mike.  I'll meet you back here at one.  The
target's office is only a two-minute walk from here."

After racing back to her apartment, Kathy ran to the closet.  After stripping,
she put on a plain white dress with a "V" neck.  The fabric outlined her body
contours clearly. *Perfect!* she thought.  It even showed the outline of her
bikini briefs.  Then she picked up one other item from the apartment and
finally in the interest of modesty grabbed a lightweight tan raincoat on her
way out.

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