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Historic Union Station means nothing to the elderly man speeding south on the last lap of what will turn out to be a one-way journey from Tel Aviv to D.C. on a train that will soon land him at Gate A-8 and, moments later, at St. Peters Gate. This weary traveler, whose terminal destination is probably hell, is Louis Russo, former mob hit man and government informer. Two men are at the station to meet him. One is Richard Marienthal, a young writer whose forthcoming book is based on Russos life. The other is the man wholl kill him. Russo has returned to help promote Marienthals book, which, although no one has been allowed to read it, already has some people shaking in their Gucci boots. Those in power fear that the contents will expose not only organized crimes nefarious business but also a top-secret assignment abroad that Russo once masterminded for a very-high-profile Capitol Hill client. As news of Russos murder rockets from the MPD to the FBI and the CIA, from Congress to the West Wing, the final chapter of the story begins its rapid-fire unfolding. In addition to the bewildered Marienthal and his worried girlfriend, Murder at Union Station features an array of memorable characters: rock-ribbed right-wing Senator Karl Widmer; ruthless New York publisher Pamela Warren; boozy MPD Detective Bret Mullin; shoe-shine virtuoso Joe Jenks; dedicated presidential political adviser Chet Fletcher; and President Adam Parmele himself not to mention freelance snoops, blow-dried climbers, and a killer or two. Theres no place like the nations capital, and as her myriad fans know, Margaret Truman always gets it right. Murder at Union Station is a luxury express, non stopdelight.

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Margaret Truman

Murder at Union Station

Book 20 in the Capital Crimes series, 2004

In memory of William Wallace Daniel

ONE

HAMILTON, BERMUDA

A nasty squall had blown across Pitts Bay earlier in the day, the wind tossing sheets of water against the landmark pink facade of the famed Hamilton Princess Hotel. Blue sky and sun followed the storm; the hotel was now bathed in lambent light.

Kathryn Jalick unlatched the sliding glass door of the second-floor suite, slid it open, and stepped out onto the small balcony overlooking the bay. Shed carried a large, fluffy white towel with her from the bathroom, which she used to wipe residual water from the two plastic chairs and glass-topped table. She returned inside to retrieve a glass of white wine shed poured from a bottle purchased that morning in one of Hamiltons downtown liquor stores, and took a chair.

Below was a pitch-n-putt green on which two men were engaged in conversation between putts. She knew both, one better than the other.

Shed been dating Richard Marienthal for three years. The anniversary of their first meeting was Tuesday of next week; marking such dates and occasions was important to Kathryn, and she was good at it.

Theyd met at Irish Times, a popular place a block east of Union Station, in the northwest corner of the Capitol Hill area. Irish Times was one of three establishments within a block of each other catering to those seeking a wee bit o Ireland; The Dubliner and Powers Court Restaurant were the other two. A hundred years ago, when nearby Union Station was on the drawing board, its planned location was on the edge of Swampoodle, an infamous Irish slum, which was said to be the ideal place to turn a dishonest dollar. Those days were, of course, gone. A foul swamp had been transformed into a thriving neighborhood anchored by the station. If there were such a thing in Washington as an Irish neighborhood-which there isnt-the area around North Capitol and F Streets would have to do. Although the pubs there were practically interchangeable-same beers, same atmosphere, same spirited conversation-patrons were fiercely loyal, including Marienthal, who wasnt Irish but for whom authenticity was important, and who considered Irish Times to be, well, more authentic than the others.

He had been at the bar with Winard Jackson, an up-and-coming tenor sax player, when another friend brought Kathryn and a female friend into the room. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, Kathryn experienced it that evening, and try as she might to appear cool and disinterested, her immediate infatuation with him was almost comically obvious. Marienthals black musician friend, Jackson, eventually whispered in his ear, I think the ladys smitten with you, man. Time for me to split. Marienthal and Kathryn were soon alone at the bar, where they lingered over fresh, bubbly tap beers.

It became apparent to Kathryn as they drank and talked that this Richard Marienthal was different from other young men shed met since moving to Washington six years ago to pursue a career as a librarian. First hired by the Daughters of the American Revolutions Library of Genealogy and Local History, she later landed a plum job at the prestigious Library of Congress, where she still worked. The daughter of a plainspoken Kansas pharmacist, Kathryn found most other men with whom shed worked or dated too slick and sure of themselves, consumed with their appearance, terminally ambitious, and always pretending to know more than they did. Like Geoff Lowe, the young man practicing putting with Rich on the grounds of the Hamilton Princess.

Marienthal was none of those things. He was big and tousled, a teddy bear type. His face was boyish, although she judged him to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His smile, too, was boyish, meaning it looked the way it probably had when he was a little kid, with a hint of mischief in it. Smiles change with age, she knew, but his hadnt. She liked it. This night in Irish Times, he wore a gray-and-red-checked shirt, baggy chino pants, and a tan safari jacket frayed at the neck.

Slightly tipsy, they decided to have dinner together, after which he escorted her home to her apartment on the fringe of Foggy Bottom. She hoped he would kiss her good night, which he did, lightly, like a campaign promise, without commitment. She hoped he would commit to seeing her again, which he also did, saying he would call the next day. He kept his word.

Hes so gentle and kind, and really funny, Kathryn told her sister back in Topeka on the phone that night. And hes a writer, too. Very handsome in a rugged sort of way, but not macho, if you know what I mean. Hes tall. I mean, a lot taller than me. I kidded that wed have trouble dancing together. Know what he said? He said hed install a little microphone in one of his shirt buttons and I could talk into it. She giggled. Know what else he told me? He told me my glasses not only make me look smart, they make me look sexy. Kathryn Jalick had worn big round-shaped glasses since junior high school. She had never been happy about having to wear them-until this night. She and her sister laughed. Kathryns sudden acceptance of her black-rimmed glasses was symbolic of her acceptance of the large young man.

Three months later, she moved into Marienthals apartment in the Capitol Hill district, a block from the bustling Eastern Market at Seventh and C Streets, where theyd been living since, discovering more about each other every day and liking what they learned; haunting the market in search of fresh produce and honing their cooking skills for small dinner parties with friends; lazing in front of the small fireplace when the winds blew and ice covered the streets of Washington, D.C.; and strolling the neighborhood on Sunday mornings, buying the papers and going back to bed, where they usually spent the rest of the day under the covers catching up on the news and with each other.

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She wrapped the white terrycloth robe tighter around her against a chilled wind off the bay and continued to watch Rich and Geoff Lowe on the putting green. She couldnt hear their words, but she knew what they were discussing. How could she not? Thats all Richard had talked about for the past year. He was consumed with it, driven. Im a man on a mission, he would often say when she questioned the long hours he worked on the book. She wished Rich hadnt gotten involved with Lowe, a pretentious sort if shed ever seen one, and shed seen plenty of them in Washington, D.C., basking in the reflected glory of their powerful political bosses, like secretaries to high-profile physicians who assume their bosses status and press it upon patients.

Meeting like this in Bermuda was Lowes idea, silly cloak-and-dagger stuff, Kathryn thought. She didnt like the influence Lowe seemed to have developed over Rich. The man shed fallen in love with had been changing before her eyes since hooking up with the young Senate staffer, and not for the better.

Marienthal looked up and waved, gave her that boyish grin. She returned the greeting and raised her glass. Up in a minute, he yelled, and walked off the green with Lowe.

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They had dinner that night in the hotels Harleys Bistro, a large, modern room with huge windows overlooking the pool and Hamilton Harbor beyond, Rich, Kathryn, Lowe, and Ellen Kelly, who worked with Geoff but who was obviously more than that; they shared the same hotel room. Kathryn wished she and Rich could spend a week alone in romantic Bermuda, but that wasnt in the cards. Hed been away for almost three weeks, returning to Washington from Israel only yesterday and announcing they were flying to Bermuda to meet Lowe and Ellen Kelly, whod already been there a few days enjoying themselves.

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