Client 09-31, Day 15

Up much too early to catch a flight back to DC. Big revelation of the trip: Emily F. has a baby, not yet a year old. Advantage of a small city was that I ran into her -- with the baby -- at the Senator's church yesterday, took them to brunch after. She had little to say about the baby's father, other than that he was an old friend, and not currently in their lives. I'm paid to be suspicious; was it my imagination, or did that baby look like Senator X? The dates fit, roughly.

She lives well for someone with no visible means of support. Texted Dorothy to ask who owns that condo; got a rude text back reminding me that she doesn't work on Sunday. Hey, if I'm working on Sunday... she must have done something yesterday, because she had the answer when I got in this morning. Emily's condo is owned by a trust -- and the trustee is Mrs. X. What the hell --? Called her, asked if we could talk.

The name that keeps coming up is the campaign adviser from the early days, though he doesn't seem to be in the home district any more. Google turned up nothing after 2004, and Dorothy checked death records database; he's still alive.

Reported in to the Senator tonight, a waste of time and annoying to both of us. His campaign consultant RG seems to have inherited the "inseparable" status. I asked straight-out about EF's baby, got a straight-out denial. It took me two weeks to find them, and will take a resourceful reporter even less time. He shrugged, said she wasn't hiding, and asked why she would be. It's a point.

Surprise on the way home: a call from Mrs. X, suggesting breakfast at Eastern Market in the morning. Seems a little down-scale for her, but maybe she figures no one will recognize her there.