Blood On The Potomac
“If the boys are through taking their pictures, take her away. Remember, I need your report as soon as
you have it ready. OK?”Steve replied back.
“Steve, we found something on the patio,”Linda reported.
“It may be a lead.”The item found on the patio floor behind a flowering plant pot was a cigarette butt.
It was from a special, private English brand of smokes. “We’llsenditdowntothelabandcheckitout”
barked Linda, as she carefully placed the cigarette butt into a plastic bag.
Steve checked with the other investigators in the apartment and realized that nothing new was
uncovered to reveal or shed any light on this bloody crime. “Lock it up, boys. We may have to return
later,”he ordered. He was a good detective who did his job very well. Some said he was the best in the
department. Everyone in homicide respected his work. Steve rarely missed anything.
“Want me to drop you off at headquarters, Linda?”Steve asked as they returned to his car. “I’mhaving
lunch at the Old Post Office.”
“A cheap lunch with Maureen again? Someday you had better treat her to a fancy meal, Steve, my boy,”
Linda jokingly remarked. “Maureen’sgotsimpletastesbutshe’sagreatjudgeofmen”Steve commented
with a sense of bravado. They both chuckled and laughed.
“Drop me off at the bureau. I want to check something out with a special friend of mine concerning the
LaRue case,”Linda replied. As Steve turned the corner and stopped in front of the J. Edgar Hoover
Building, she declared, “Have a good lunch, buddy.”
The Old Post Office, a mall with fast food places, was always crowded during lunchtime because many
of the government workers found it an excellent place to eat their lunch. Steve grabbed the first open
table, and not too much longer, Maureen came walking up to him.
“HisweetheartSorryI’mabitlate”she apologized. He reached out and pulled her to him for a
greeting kiss. It tasted good, so Steve planted another kiss on her dry lips. “I’mhungryStevenothornyA
“Two hot beefs and two Bud Lites, right?” Steve asked. Maureen nodded in agreement as Steve left the
table to retrieve their order.
Maureen Stevens, a very attractive brunette with a very sexy-shaped body, landed her job at WKWL
News Center by her good looks. Born and raised on Long Island, she attended the University of Buffalo
School of Journalism in Buffalo, New York. She worked there briefly on several of their local news staffs
until the position at WKWL became available.
Her career had always been the stumbling block in their relationship. Their romance had its ups and
downs, and it was up just now. It had been tough trying to keep a romance going when Steve had to leave
her apartment in the early morning just to get ready for work, so weekends were the only times to enjoy
sex and a comfortable relationship.
When Steve returned with their two hot beefs, they sat down and enjoyed a hearty lunch. These small
meetings in the middle of the day allowed the two to exchange idle chatter and touch each other before
the evening hours. Steve tried several times to convince Maureen to move in with him, but each time her
“Remember, Steve, we still have that cocktail party at the Kennedy Center tonight. Pick me up around
eightIcan’twaittoseewhowillbethere”proclaimed Maureen, with a bit of excitement in her voice.
“I’llbetherewithmytuxandontimedarling”Steve replied with a touch of frustration, despite his
of his brew. The two slowly cleaned up their table. As they were leaving the eating area, Steve gave
Maureen a hard hug and kiss and left through the west door of the building.
Steve found himself back at the Watergate Complex. He walked around, checking out the outside of the
complex on the marine side, especially with the view of the Smith-Hughes apartment balcony. The area
around the marina revealed nothing—nothing unusual. Our boy sure knew Ms. Smith-Hughes and knew
her well, Steve thought. As Steve was ready to leave, a female occupant of one of the docked yachts in the
marina came on deck and flirtingly started a conversation with him.