Whether Truman's mirroring recent Washington scandals or just running out of landmark sites in which to dump bodies, her latest corpse is Pauline Juris, personal assistant and bagwoman to Wendell Tierney, of Tierney Development and the National Building Museum board, who is found floating in the relatively obscure current off Roosevelt Island, home of the Theodore Roosevelt memorial. So there's less tourist lore than usual, and more workaday plotting, as Tierney and his family--actress-daughter Suzanne, heir-apparent Chip, adopted son Sun Ben Cheong--take turns incriminating themselves. (Did Tierney write those typed love letters to Pauline? Was Chip having an affair with her? Was she holding the purse strings of the money Suzanne hoped to get to launch her one-woman show in New York? Did she know about Sun Ben's money-laundering?) Mackensie Smith (Murder at the Pentagon, 1992, etc.), dragged into the case over his wife, Annabel's, objections and his own misgivings about adoring Det. Darcy Eikenberg, his former student, gets the answers, honors his friendships, and doesn't defile his marital bed. Writing of an amateur troupe specializing in historic DC murders, Truman says that their ``staged reenactments, despite patches of bad acting, were historically accurate and drew large audiences.'' Not a bad review of her own long-running series, and this entry in particular.