court at nearby Union Station, but police could turn up no evidence that she had done either.
Conservative Lynx news commentator John Chandler, every silver hair neatly arranged, accused the police of botching the investigation due to jurisdictional squabbles. Interviewed on the set of his show, And Your Point Is? , Chandler hastened to clarify that Meredith was not an intern, as had been reported in the media, but a production assistant. Meredith worked in the And Your Point Is? production office, answering phones, taking deliveries, preparing scripts, picking up lunches, and performing other tasks related to the show. Recently, she had been filling in on the physical set of the production, too. She was a âcompany womanâ with a promising future, Chandler reported, a real trooper, regularly the first to arrive and the last to leave. She would be greatly missed.
Lynx News didnât exactly have a reputation for giving cops a fair shake, so I clicked over to Channel 4 News where an archived âWatch Thisâ video featured a police spokeswoman responding to Chandlerâs stinging on-air criticism. âPolicing in DC is complicated,â the woman explained. âThere are at least twenty-one police jurisdictions in the district. Some overlap and cooperate, while others are exclusive. Meredith Loganâs body was found on Capitol grounds by Capitol Police. The Capitol Police have exclusive jurisdiction within the United States Capitol grounds, and concurrent jurisdiction with other law enforcement agencies including the United States Park Police and the DC Metropolitan Police Force in an area of approximately two hundred blocks around the Capitol complex.â According to the spokeswoman, all three agencies were co-operating to help bring Meredith Loganâs killer to justice.
Super.
It had taken over ten years of similar âcooperationâ before Chandra Levyâs killer was finally brought to trial.
When it came to the Meredith Logan investigation, I was sitting on John Chandlerâs side of the fence for once.
The next day, my heart ached as Emily stood on our porch with red-rimmed eyes, her skin so white that her pale yellow hair shone bright by comparison. Pain washed over her face, like when she was a toddler and her Raggedy Ann doll went missing, and the pain was just as real then as it was now.
Emily reached into her tote and pulled out a miniature statue. I recognized it at once â the goddess Athena. A seven-and-a-half-foot tall statue of Athena had graced the Bryn Mawr campus for over a century, and students frequently made offerings to her, asking for her help with papers or exams, or in dealing with the usual vicissitudes of academia. âThis was Meredithâs,â Emily explained. âShe gave it to me, and Iâm going to give it to Meredithâs mother. Do you think that will be OK?â
I gave my daughter a hug, kissed her cheek and sent her on her sorrowful errand. âI think Meredithâs mother would appreciate it very much.â
ELEVEN
I âd finished the sweater. Blocked the pieces, sewn it together, and attached the buttons. It fit perfectly and had even garnered compliments from Emily, new-age fashionista, when I showed up at Spa Paradiso for the massage sheâd arranged to thank me for my babysitting services.
Now I needed another project.
I could rake leaves (would that involve âscrewing?â) alphabetize my spice rack, or . . .
âIâm taking the train up to New York City today,â I announced to my sister, Ruth, as we lingered over our two-egg platters at Chick and Ruthâs Delly (no relation!), a few doors up Main Street from Ruthâs shop, Mother Earth.
Ruth paused, coffee mug halfway to her mouth. âAnd youâre doing this, why?â
âI considered flying to Paris or Seville, or one of the other exotic locations where Lilith Chaloux preferred to receive her mail, but the