Client 09-31: Day Four

Contrary to my childhood fantasies, security work involves a fair amount of desk time. Lots of reading today, reviewing years of press clippings about the Senator and his close associates.

No clue about the identity of "Emily F," and I put Dorothy on it. She reminded me of the so-called "hate book," the public record of all Capitol Hill employees, which records titles and salaries. Since she thought of it, that's her assignment for the day: I'm guessing Emily F is a former employee.

The Senator gave me his cell phone number, but it's still no guarantee of reaching him. Left a voicemail to ask about Emily F. We've agreed to meet weekly with a list of queries/findings, but this feels like a priority.

Lunch with an old pal who works at the Washington Post, at the Post Pub, which should be in a museum. Who still drinks at lunch? He does; I never could, and didn't today. He's a talker anyway, and the beer helped. Called Senator X one of the stupidest men in Washington, and Mrs. X the power behind the throne. Interesting.

Worth looking at Mrs. X? Never heard anything against her; she's a private citizen, so may be offlimits.