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"I 've got it started. Doesn't feel like it's there," Peabody commented. "They really do seem like family."

"We closed a case recently where everybody was friends and partners with the dead guy."

"Yeah." Peabody sighed. "I t can sure make you cynical."

"Did you run this Augustus Sweet?"

"Yeah. He's a senior VP, internal security, Dudley and Son, pharmaceuticals. Chrysler Building HQ."



"Let's go pay him a visit."

CHAPTER 5

DUDLEY AND SON SPREAD OVER FIVE PRIME floors of the landmark building, with its lobby areas done in what Eve thought of as sw.a.n.ky urban excess. The steel and gla.s.s counters meant that none of the half dozen working reception could forget to keep their knees together, while the polished silver wall behind them shot out reflections and shimmered with light zeroing in from a mult.i.tude of windows.

Weird gla.s.s sculptures hung from the ceiling over a high-gloss floor in unrelieved black.

Visitors could bide their time on long, backless benches padded with black gel cushions and watch a wall of screens hype the company's self- proclaimed innovations and history.

Eve chose a receptionist who looked bored, and laid her badge on the gla.s.s counter. "Augustus Sweet."

"Name, please."

Eve laid a finger on the badge.

"One moment." She danced her fingers on a screen behind the counter. "Mr. Sweet is in meetings until two. I f you'd like to make an appointment, I 'd be-"

Eve tapped her badge again. "That's my appointment. You're going to want to interrupt Mr. Sweet and tell him the cops are here. Oh, and one more thing? I f you send his admin or some other minion out here to ask me what my business is, I 'm going to take it the wrong way, and I 'm going to take that wrong way out on you."

"There's no reason to get snippy."

Eve merely smiled. "You haven't seen snippy yet. Get Sweet, then we can both do our jobs."

She got Sweet. I t took nearly ten minutes, but he walked through a set of gla.s.s doors. He wore a dark suit, dark tie, and an expression that said he probably wasn't a fun guy.

His hair, a pewter gray, was cut short and bristling around a tough, square-jawed face. His eyes, hard and blue, held Eve's as he walked.

"I a.s.sume this is important enough to interrupt my schedule."

"I think so, but then I rank murder pretty high on the list."

She'd projected just enough to draw attention. Sweet's jaw tightened as he turned, gave Eve an impatient come-with-me gesture, then strode back to the gla.s.s doors. She followed with Peabody down a wide hallway that opened into a secondary lobby. He turned, eating up the ground beyond offices to a corner s.p.a.ce with an important desk ranged in front of an important view of the city.

He closed the door, folded his arms over his chest. "Identification."

Both Eve and Peabody took out their ID. He took out a pocket scanner, verified them.

"Lieutenant Dallas. I know your reputation."

"Handy."

"Who's been murdered?"

"Jamal Houston."

"That name's not familiar to me." Now he drew out a communicator. "Mitch.e.l.l, check my files for any information on a Houston, Jamal. He doesn't work in my department," he said to Eve. "I know the names of everyone who works in my department."

"He didn't work here. He's the co-owner of a limousine service, one you booked last night for transport to LaGuardia."

"I didn't book any transportation last night. I used the company service."

"For what?"

"For transportation to and from a dinner meeting. Intermezzo, eight o'clock, party of six. I left here at seven-thirty, arrived at the restaurant at seven-fifty-three. I left the restaurant at ten-forty-six, and arrived home at eleven. I had no business at LaGuardia last night."

"Picking up your wife?"

He smiled, sourly. "My wife and I separated four months ago. I wouldn't pick her up off the floor, much less at the airport. In any case, as far as I know she's spending the summer in Maine. You have the wrong man."

"Maybe. Your name, address, and credit card were used to book the service. The driver picked up the pa.s.senger at this location." Wanting his reaction, she pulled out the hard copy Chin had given her, offered it.

And watched his eyes, saw them widen. He pulled out the communicator again. "Mitch.e.l.l, cancel all my credit cards, initiate a search on the accounts, and arrange for temporary secure replacements. ASAP," he snapped. "I want Gorem to do a sniff on all my electronics, and for Lyle to do an all-level sweep. Now."

"Who'd have access to your information?" Eve asked when he shoved the communicator back in his pocket.

"I 'm in the business of security. No one should've been able to access that credit information. That's a company card. How was this booked?"

"Via 'link."

"The sweep will include a check of all 'link logs in this department."

"The Electronic Detectives Division will be doing a sweep of its own, which will include your personal 'links."

She didn't think it was possible, but his jaw tightened a few more notches. "You'll need a warrant."

"No problem."

"What is this about? I need to take care of this breach of security immediately."

"I t's about murder, Mr. Sweet, which may prove to be connected to your security problem, but still ranks higher on the food chain. The driver's body was found early this morning, in his ride, at LaGuardia."

"Killed by someone who used my name, my information."

"I t appears."

"I 'll give you the names and contact of everyone at the meeting last night, and every one of them can and will verify my presence. I only use company vehicles and drivers, again for security. T o my knowledge I don't know this Jamal Houston, and I don't appreciate having my data compromised this way. Or having my personal logs and electronics sniffed over by the police."

"I think Jamal's probably even more p.i.s.sed off."

"I don't know him."

"Your PA, some of your staff, would have your information, and probable access to that card number."

"A handful, yes, who hold the necessary level of security clearance."

"I 'll want the names of that handful," Eve told him.She split the interviews with Peabody and took Mitch.e.l.l Sykes, the PA, first. He was thirty-four and looked slick and efficient in what she thought of as an FBI -lite suit.

"I coordinate Mr. Sweet's schedule." He had a prissy, I -am-efficient-and-educated voice and kept his hands folded on his left knee. "I confirmed the reservation for the dinner meeting last night, and arranged for Mr. Sweet's transportation to and from."

"And when did you do all that?"

"Two days ago, with follow-ups yesterday afternoon. Mr. Sweet left his office at seven-thirty. I left at seven-thirty-eight. I t's in the logs."

"I bet. You have access to Mr. Sweet's company credit card?"

"I do, of course."

"What do you use that for?"

"Expenses incurred by company business, at Mr. Sweet's direction. All use is logged and screened. I f I use it, the expense must include a purchase order or signed request, and also includes my pa.s.scode."

"Anything in the log about its use last night?"

"I looked, as requested. There's no entry. I f there had been a charge against the account, it would have sent up an auto notice, but as it was simply used to hold a reservation, there's no flag. The security code on the account is changed every three days, again automatically. Without the code, even a hold would be denied."

"So someone had the code. You'd have that?"

"Yes. As Mr. Sweet's personal a.s.sistant I have Level Eight clearance. Only executives at Mr. Sweet's level have higher."

"Why don't you tell me where you were last night, between nine and midnight?"

His lip curled. "As I said, I left the office-verified by our logs-at seven-thirty-eight. I walked home. That's one block north, two and three-quarters blocks east. I arrived at approximately seven-fifty. My cohabitation partner is out of town on business. I spoke with her via 'link from eight-oh-five until eight-seventeen. I had dinner in, and remained in my apartment for the evening."

"Alone."

"Yes, alone. As I didn't expect to be interrogated by the police this morning, I saw no reason to secure a proper alibi." This time he managed to curl his lip and look down his nose simultaneously. "You'll simply have to take my word for it."

Eve smiled. "Will I? How long have you worked here?"

"I 've been employed by Dudley and Son for eight years, the last three as Mr. Sweet's PA."

"Ever use Gold Star?"

"I have not. Nor am I acquainted in any way with the unfortunate Mr. Houston. My only concern in this incident is the fraudulent use of Mr. Sweet's name, information, and credit data. This department provides the company with the very finest security in the corporate aegis."

"Think so? Funny, then, how a little thing like-alleged-ident.i.ty theft slipped through."

I t was small of her, no doubt, but she got some satisfaction at the sour look that put on his face.

With the interviews done, she hooked up with Peabody to ride back down to street level.

"The two I interviewed, Sweet's head of security and the accountant, cooperated. The accountant's alibi-birthday party for his mother, twelve people attending, hosted at his home with his wife from eight to eleven or so. Security guy's a little spongier. He's married, but his wife went out with friends for the evening, and he stayed in and watched the ball game. She didn't get home until around midnight. He's got home security that would log the comings and goings, but being as he's in the business, he could probably tweak that. Thing is, he's former military, decorated, solid record, married fourteen years, one kid- who's in summer camp at this time. He's worked for Dudley a dozen years. He really strikes me as straight up."

"What's his military?"

"Army, communications and security."

She squeezed into traffic. "The PA doesn't have an alibi, and he's a snot. Nearly went cross-eyed looking down his nose at me. I t's an arrogant crime, to my way of thinking. He's an arrogant little b.a.s.t.a.r.d. So's Sweet."

"Would either of them be stupid enough to use Sweet's name and data?"

"Or would either of them be smart enough to do just that because it comes off stupid?" Eve countered. "Something to think about. Let's go see Jamal."

She didn't expect any surprises in the morgue, but it was a task that required checking off. In any case, sessions with Morris, the ME, often served to confirm her basic theories or open up new ones.

She found him at work, a protective cloak over his sharp suit. The midnight blue color rather than the severe black he'd worn since his lover's murder told her he'd gone to the next phase of grief. For the first time since spring, he'd added a bright touch with a tie of strong, vibrant red. He'd braided his hair with a cord of the same color, drawing it back from his striking face.

He worked to music, she noted, another good sign. A low and smoky female voice wafted through the cool, sterile air like a warm, perfumed breeze.

Morris's long, dark eyes met Eve's, smiled.

"How was your holiday?"

"Pretty d.a.m.n good. Found a body."

"They turn up everywhere. Anyone we know?"

"Nope. A dumped-boyfriend bash. Locals handled it."

"And you've hit the ground running at home," he observed. "How are you, Peabody?"

"Excellent. Had some beach time. Didn't find a body."

"Ah well, better luck next time." He shifted his attention to the body on the steel table, opened by Morris's careful and precise V-cut.

"And here we have Jamal Houston, a man who kept in shape, tended his appearance. His hands are really quite beautiful. His scans show several old injuries. Breaks."

Morris brought the scans on-screen. "The right forearm, and the shoulder there-what I see is consistent with twisting. Ribs-two broken. Left wrist as well. All injuries would have been suffered during childhood and adolescence, while the bones were still forming."

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