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and thirty-four seconds later.
    “What?” she asked as she reddened.
    “Come on! You are two doors down from me. And you couldn’t remember that?” I chuckled and followed her into her room.
    “I had a lot to drink,” she said, not a little defensively.
    As I wandered around her room, Veronica grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and disappeared into the bathroom.
    She was a slob. Not in a bad way, just kind of messy. There were no half-empty pizza boxes, but papers and files were strewn haphazardly about the room. The phone rang and I jumped, knocking over a stack of papers.
    Damn. I knelt down and began picking them up. I couldn’t help but notice that this wasn’t research for her anthropological thesis.
    “What happened?” Veronica knelt beside me and I could smell soap and shampoo. Lavender. Very nice. She must have taken the world’s fastest shower.
    “Sorry.” I indicated the papers. “Your phone rang and I inadvertently knocked this stuff over.”
    She grinned. “You? Clumsy? That’s outstanding.”
    “Enjoy it. You won’t likely see it again.”
    Veronica laughed, and even though it was at my expense, I liked it.
    “So what is all this?” I held up a piece of paper with forensic information on it.
    “Oh, um, just a pet project. It’s nothing.” She grabbed for the paper and started shoving as much as she could into the folder.
    I pointed to a photo I recognized. “Hey, isn’t this Senator Anderson?”
    She frowned. “You recognize him?”
    “I do keep in touch with the world. Of course I know who he is. I think most Americans do.”
    Senator Will Anderson had been a maverick up-and-coming Democrat. A fire-and-brimstone type, he dominated the political scene, going after corrupt politicians. Everyone seemed to like him. His name was brought up often as a potential presidential hopeful.
    “He was found dead of a heart attack, right?” I asked as I handed her the picture.
    Ronnie frowned at it. There was something more to her expression than just regret that his life ended too soon.
    “I worked on his campaign all through college. He was amazing.” She looked at me with a nervous grin, then shoved the photo into the file. My stomach clenched just a bit. I ignored it.
    “So why do you have a four-inch-thick file on him in your hotel room? He died four years ago.”
    “It’s just a hobby of mine.”
    “Politicians who die before their time are a hobby for you?”
    “You wouldn’t understand.”
    “Try me.”
    Veronica sighed heavily, as if exhaling years of pent-up frustration. “I’ve always believed that foul play was involved.”
    I nodded. “I’ve heard that theory too. In fact, isn’t there some sort of cult following of people who think there was a government conspiracy involved?”
    She looked angry. “There’s a lot that doesn’t add up. It would be disrespectful to ignore the evidence.”
    “So, this is like the Kennedy assassination conspiracy?”
    “Someday we might actually know who was on the grassy knoll that day!”
    I knew who was on the grassy knoll. It was something the Bombays learned early in their training. Well, that and how to hog-tie a vic using four twist ties.
    I held up my hands to stave off an attack. “Okay, I’m sorry. I tend to play devil’s advocate sometimes. Mea culpa.”
    Veronica studied me for a moment before responding. “No, I’m sorry. I’m just a bit sensitive about this.” She tossed the file on the bed. “I thought he was going to change the world.”
    “A lot of people did. So you carry this huge file with you everywhere you go?”
    “I feel like I’m getting close to finding something. Every time I reread this stuff, I find something I didn’t notice before.” She shook her head. “You probably think it’s stupid.”
    “No. I think it’s admirable. And I’d like to be so lucky as to have a beautiful woman like you trying to avenge me. Even if I did die of a heart attack.”
    “I’m not sure that’s a