“You couldn’t recall meeting with the guy this week?” Shaw asked.
“I met withthirty people that night and I only talked to this guy for, like, three minutes, tops. But, yeah, I think it’s the same guy.”
“What was the meeting about?”
“He wanted to tell me I had the backing of the Republican Party in this matter.” Park gestured at the desk so it would be clear to which matter he was referring.
“Okay,” said Shaw. “What was he doing in your building?”
“I don’tknow.”
The moment of silence that followed made Park nervous. Whathadhe been doing in Park’s building?
“Could he have been coming to see you?” Shaw asked.
“I doubt it. My campaign-appearance schedule is a matter of public record. The RNC staff has a copy of it. He would have just needed to check the schedule to know I wouldn’t be home. Besides, I haven’t taken appointments at myapartment in almost eight months, and I never have on weekends. If he wanted to see me on campaign business, he would have come to the office.” Park glanced at Martha to confirm, but her raised eyebrows made her look just as baffled as he felt.
“All right.” Shaw put that photo aside and held up the last one. “And this man?”
Short, muscular guy in gym clothes. “I don’t know him. Probablysomebody’s personal trainer.”
“That’s all the photos I have,” said Gavin.
“The regular doorman wasn’t on duty Sunday night,” Jackson said.
“Oh, right,” said Park. “It was one of the subs.”
Shaw sighed and rubbed his forehead. “You told me this already. What are you implying?”
Park was losing patience with Shaw’s attitude. Why was he so hostile? He opened his mouth to object,but Jackson beat him to it.
“The doorman has a copy of Park’s keys in a locked drawer at the reception desk. You have surveillance footage of the whole night?”
Shaw frowned.
“Gavin.” There was an edge to Jackson’s voice.
“I’ve been through the tapes the management company sent. We’ve narrowed down the suspect pool to people who were in Livingston’s building the day of the murder.But that still doesn’t even narrow it much. Hell, for all I know, a resident of the building killed Zoe Haufman and isn’t on the tape.”
Shaw’s tone said,Drop it. Jackson nodded and sat back. The way they communicated made Park wonder how long they’d known each other.
“Okay.” Shaw put the photos away. “Last thing I need is for you to answer a few questions, Mr. Livingston.”
“All right.”
“Your lawyer assures me that you did not know Zoe Haufman prior to Sunday night, though there’s public photographic evidence to the contrary.”
“One photo,” Park said, trying not to sound too defensive. “As I told Jack—Mr. Kane—I know her parents vaguely, and I have some memory of that particular campaign event, but I think it’s more likely that a photographer put us together. I honestlydon’t remember her at all, even though I’ve seen that photo all over the news all week.”
“You didn’t know her. You didn’t date.”
“No.”
“Are you dating anyone right now?”
“I’m single.”
“Who is Audrey O’Keefe?”
