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　He　replied；　〃She　was　raped　and　murdered；　of　course。　Out　on　the　rifle　range。〃
　I　took　out　my　notebook　and　sipped　on　my　beer。　〃I　just　got　called　in　from　D。C。；　and　I　don't　have　much　information。　I　heard　she　was　found　naked；　tied　up。〃
　He　considered　his　response；　then　said；　〃You'd　better　check　with　the　MPs　on　that。〃
　〃Right。　How　long　were　you　her　manding　officer？〃
　〃Since　she　got　here　at　Fort　Hadley；　about　two　years　ago。〃
　〃So　you　knew　her　fairly　well？〃
　〃Yes。　It's　a　small　school。　There　are　only　about　twenty　officers　and　thirty　enlisted　men　and　women　assigned。〃
　〃I　see。　How　did　you　feel　when　you　heard　the　news？〃
　He　said　to　me；　〃I'm　in　total　shock　over　this。　I　still　can't　believe　this　happened。〃　And　so　forth。　He　actually　looked　all　right　to　me　despite　the　total　shock。　I　work　with　psychologists　and　psychiatrists　now　and　then；　and　I　know　they　tend　toward　inappropriate　behavior　while　saying　appropriate　things。　Also；　I　believe　that　certain　professions　attract　certain　types　of　personalities。　This　is　especially　true　in　the　military。　Infantry　officers；　for　instance；　tend　to　be　somewhat　aloof；　a　bit　arrogant；　and　self…assured。　CID　people　are　deceitful；　sarcastic；　and　extremely　bright。　Your　average　shrink　has　chosen　a　life　that　is　involved　with　troubled　minds；　and　it　might　be　a　cliché；　but　a　lot　of　them　have　gone　around　the　bend　themselves。　In　the　case　of　Charles　Moore；　psychological　warfare　specialist；　who　tried　to　make　healthy　enemy　minds　into　troubled　enemy　minds；　you　had　the　equivalent　of　a　physician　cultivating　typhus　germs　for　the　biological　warfare　people。
　So；　anyway；　as　we　spoke；　Charles　Moore　seemed　to　me　not　pletely　well。　He　seemed　distant　for　short　periods　of　time；　then　he'd　stare　at　me　at　inappropriate　times　as　though　trying　to　read　something　in　my　face　or　read　my　mind。　The　guy　actually　made　me　uneasy；　and　that　takes　a　lot　of　doing。　Besides　being　slightly　weird；　his　eyes　were　a　bit　sinister…very　dark；　very　deep；　and　very　penetrating。　Also；　his　voice　had　that　slow；　deep；　pseudo…soothing　tone　that　they　must　teach　at　shrink　school。
　I　asked　him；　〃Did　you　know　Captain　Campbell　prior　to　this　assignment？〃
　〃Yes。　I　first　met　her　about　six　years　ago　when　she　attended　the　functional　area　school　at　Fort　Bragg。　I　was　her　instructor。〃
　〃She　had　just　pleted　her　master's　in　psychology　at　Georgetown。〃
　He　looked　at　me　the　way　people　look　at　you　when　you　say　something　they　didn't　think　you　knew。　He　replied；　〃Yes；　I　believe　so。〃
　〃And　were　you　together　at　Bragg　while　she　was　with　the　Psy…Ops　Group？〃
　〃I　was　at　the　school…she　was　working　at　her　trade　with　the　Fourth　Psy…Ops。〃
　〃Then　what？〃
　〃Germany。　We　were　there　at　about　the　same　time。　Then　we　returned　to　the　JFK　School　at　Bragg；　and　we　both　instructed　for　a　while；　then　we　were　assigned　on　the　same　orders　to　the　Gulf；　then　to　the　Pentagon；　briefly；　and　two　years　ago　we　came　here　to　Fort　Hadley。　Is　all　this　necessary？〃
　〃What　do　you　do　at　Fort　Hadley；　Colonel？〃
　〃That's　confidential。〃
　〃Ah。〃　I　nodded　as　I　scribbled。　It　is　not　mon　for　two　people　to　share　so　many　assignments；　even　in　a　specialized　area　like　psychological　operations。　I　know　married　military　couples　who　have　not　been　so　lucky。　Take　poor　Cynthia；　for　example；　who；　though　not　married　to　that　Special　Forces　guy　at　the　time；　was　engaged　to　him；　and　there　she　was　in　Brussels　while　he　was　in　the　Canal　Zone。　I　said　to　Colonel　Moore；　〃You　had　a　good　professional　relationship。〃
　〃Yes。　Captain　Campbell　was　extremely　motivated；　bright；　articulate；　and　trustworthy。〃
　That　sounded　like　what　he　put　on　her　officer　evaluation　report　every　six　months。　Clearly；　they　were　a　team。　I　asked　him；　〃Was　she　sort　of　your　protégé？〃
　He　stared　at　me　as　though　my　use　of　one　French　word　might　lead　to　or　suggest　another　French　word　like；　perhaps；　paramour；　or　some　other　dirty　foreign　word。　He　replied；　〃She　was　my　subordinate。〃
　〃Right。〃　I　wrote　that　down　under　the　heading　Bullshit。　I　found　that　I　was　annoyed　that　this　geek　had　been　around　the　world　with　Ann　Campbell　and　had　shared　so　many　years　with　her。　How's　that　for　nuts？　I　had　half　a　mind　to　say　to　him；　〃Look　here；　Moore；　you　shouldn't　even　be　on　the　same　planet　with　this　goddess。　I'm　the　one　who　could　have　made　her　happy。　You're　a　sick　little　freak。〃　Instead；　I　said　to　him；　〃And　do　you　know　her　father？〃
　〃Yes。　But　not　well。〃
　〃Had　you　met　him　prior　to　Fort　Hadley？〃
　〃Yes。　Now　and　then。　We　saw　him　a　few　times　in　the　Gulf。〃
　〃We？〃
　〃Ann　and　I。〃
　〃Ah。〃　I　wrote　that　down。
　I　asked　him　a　few　more　questions；　but　clearly　neither　of　us　was　getting　anything　interesting　out　of　this。　What　I　wanted　from　this　meeting　was　to　get　an　impression　of　him　before　he　knew　whom　he　was　talking　to。　Once　they　know　you're　a　cop；　they　go　into　an　act。　On　the　other　hand；　Army　Times　reporters　can't　ask　questions　like　〃Did　you　have　a　sexual　relationship　with　her？〃　But　cops　can；　so　I　asked　him；　〃Did　you　have　a　sexual　relationship　with　her？〃
　He　stood。　〃What　the　hell　kind　of　question　is　that？　I'm　going　to　make　an　official　plaint…〃
　I　held　up　my　badge　case。　〃CID；　Colonel。　Have　a　seat。〃
　He　stared　at　the　badge　a　second；　then　at　me；　and　those　eyes　shot　red　death　rays　at　me；　zip；　zip；　like　in　a　bad　horror　flick。　I　said　again；　〃Sit　down；　Colonel。〃
　He　looked　furtively　around　the　half…filled　room；　sort　of　like　he　was　wondering　if　he　was　surrounded　or　something。　Finally；　he　sat。
　There　are　colonels；　and　then　there　are　colonels。　Theoretically；　the　rank　transcends　the　man　or　woman　wearing　it；　and　you　pay　respect　to　the　rank；　if　not　the　person。　In　reality；　this　is　not　so。　Colonel　Fowler；　for　instance；　had　the　power　and　the　authority；　and　you　had　to　be　careful　with　him。　Colonel　Moore　was　not　connected　to　any　power　structure　that　I　knew　about。　I　said　to　him；　〃I　am　investigating　the　murder　of　Captain　Campbell。　You　are　not　a　suspect　in　this　case；　and　I　am　not　going　to　read　you　your　rights。　Therefore；　you　will　answer　my　questions　truthfully　and　fully。　Okay？〃
　〃You　have　no　right　to　pass　yourself　off　as…〃
　〃Let　me　worry　about　my　split　personality。　Okay？　First　question…〃
　〃I　refuse　to　speak　to　you　without　an　attorney　present。〃
　〃I　think　you've　seen　too　many　civilian　movies。　You　have　no　right　to　an　attorney　and　no　right　to　remain　silent　unless　you　are　a　suspect。　If　you　refuse　to　cooperate　voluntarily；　then　I　will　consider　you　a　suspect　and　read　you　your　rights　and　take　you　down　to　the　provost　marshal's　office　and　announce　that　I　have　a　suspect　who　requires　an　attorney。　You　are　in　what　is　called　a　military　bind。　So？〃
　He　thought　a　moment；　then　said；　〃I　have　absolutely　nothing　to　hide；　and　I　resent　your　having　put　me　in　a　defensive　position　like　this。〃
　〃Right。　First　question。　When　was　the　last　time　you　saw　Captain　Campbell？〃
　He　cleared　his　throat　and　adjusted　his　attitude；　then　replied；　〃I　last　saw　her　yesterday　at　about　1630　hours　in　my　office。　She　said　she　was　going　to　go　to　the　club　to　get　something　to　eat；　then　report　for　duty。〃
　〃Why　did　she　volunteer　for　duty　officer　last　night？〃
　〃I　have　no　idea。〃
　〃Did　she　call　you　from　Post　Headquarters　during　the　evening；　or　did　you　call　her？〃
　〃Well　。。。　let　me　think　。。。〃
　〃All　phone　calls　on　post　can　be　traced；　and　there　is　a　duty　officer's　log。〃　In　fact；　intra…post　calls　could　not　be　traced；　and　Captain　Campbell　would　not　have　logged　any　ining　or　outgoing　calls　of　a　personal　nature。
　Moore　replied；　〃Yes；　I　did　call　her。〃
　〃What　time？〃
　〃About　2300　hours。〃
　〃Why　so　late？〃
　〃Well；　we　had　some　work　to　discuss　for　the　next　day；　and　I　knew　things　would　be　quiet　by　that　hour。〃
　〃Where　were　you　calling　from？〃
　〃From　my　home。〃
　〃Where　is　that？〃
　〃Off　post。　Victory　Drive。〃
　〃Isn't　that　where　the　deceased　lived？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃Have　you　ever　been　to　her　house？〃
　〃Of　course。　Many　times。〃
　I　tried　to　imagine　what　this　guy　looked　like　naked　with　his　back　to　the　camera；　or　with　a　leather　mask　on。　I　wondered　if　the　forensic　lab　had　an　official　pecker　checker；　some　man　（or　woman）　who　could　pare　a　blow…up　photo　of　a　pecker　with　this　guy's　equipment。　Anyway；　I　asked　him；　〃Were　you　ever　sexually　involved　with　her？〃
　〃No。　But　you　can　be　sure　you'll　hear　rumors。　Rumors　have　followed　us　wherever…〃
　〃Are　you　married？〃