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She hated the fact that he'd frightened her. Stringent control kept her dealing with office details coolly, efficiently. By noon, she had a cleanup crew on standby, waiting for Ry's okay. She'd ordered her a.s.sistant to contact the decorator about new carpet, wallpaper, draperies and paint. She'd dealt with a frantic call from her Atlanta branch and an irate one from Chicago, and managed to play down the problem with her family back in Colorado.
Impatient, she buzzed her a.s.sistant. "Maureen, I needed those printouts thirty minutes ago."
"Yes, Ms. Fletcher. The system's down in Accounting. They're working on it."
"Tell them-" She bit back the searing words, and forced her voice to level. "Tell them it's a priority. Thank you, Maureen."
Deliberately she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
Having an edge was an advantage in business, she reminded herself. Being edgy was a liability. If she was going to handle the meetings set for the rest of the day, she had to pull herself together.
Slowly she unfisted her hands and ordered her muscles to relax.
She'd nearly accomplished it when a quick knock came at her door. She straightened in her chair as Melvin poked his head in.
"Safe?"
"Nearly," she told him. "Come in."
"I come bearing gifts." He carried a tray into the room.
"If that's coffee, I may find the energy to get up and kiss your whole face."
He flushed brightly and chuckled. "Not only is it coffee, but there's chicken salad to go with it. Evenyou have to eat, Natalie."
"Tell me about it." She pressed a hand to her stomach as she rose to join him at the sofa. "I'm empty. This is very sweet of you, Melvin."
"And self-serving. You've been burning up the interoffice lines, so I had my secretary put this together. You take a break-" he fiddled with his bright red bow tie "-we take a break."
"I guess I have been playing Simon Legree today." With a little sigh, Natalie inhaled the scent of coffee as she poured.
"You're ent.i.tled." He sat beside her. "Have you got time over lunch to tell me how bad things are over at the flagship?"
"Not as bad as they could have been." She indulged herself by slipping out of her shoes and tucking her legs up as she ate.
"Minor, really. From what I could tell, it looked like mostly cosmetic damage to the manager's office. It didn't get to the stock."
"Thank G.o.d," he said heartily. "I don't know how much my charm would have worked a second time in persuading the branches to part with inventory."
"Unnecessary," she said between bites. "We got lucky this time, Melvin, but-"
"But?"
"There's a pattern here that concerns me. Someone doesn't want Lady's Choice to fly."
Frowning, he picked up the roll on her plate, broke it in half.
"Unforgettable Woman's our top compet.i.tor. Or we'll be theirs."
"I've thought of that. It just doesn't fit. That company's been around nearly fifty years. It's solid. Respectable." She sighed, hating what she needed to say. "But I am worried about corporate espionage, Melvin. Within Lady's Choice."
"One of our people?" He'd lost the taste for the roll.
"It isn't a possibility I like-or one I can overlook." Thoughtful, she switched from food to coffee. "I could call a meeting of department heads, get input and opinions about their people." And she would, she thought. She would have to. "But that doesn't deal with the department heads themselves."
"A lot of your top people have been with Fletcher for years, Natalie."
"I'm aware of that." Restless, she rose, drinking coffee as she paced. "I can't think of any reason why someone in the organization would want to delay the opening. But I have to look for that reason."
"That puts us all under the gun."
She turned back. "I'm sorry, Melvin. It does."
"No need to be sorry. It's business." He waved it aside, but his smile was a little strained as he rose. "What's the next step?"
"I'm going to meet the adjuster at the shop at one." She glanced at her watch and swore. "I'd better get started."
"Let me do it." Antic.i.p.ating her, Melvin held up a hand. "You have more than you can handle right here. Delegate, Natalie, remember? I'll meet the agent, give you a full report when I get back."
"All right. It would save me a very frenzied hour." Frowning, she stepped back into her shoes. "If the arson inspector is on-site, you might ask him to contact me with any progress."
"Will do. There's a shipment due in to the shop late this afternoon.
Do you want to put a hold on it?"
"No." She'd already thought it through. "Business as usual. I've put a security guard on the building. It won't be easy for anyone to get in again."
"We'll stay on schedule," Melvin a.s.sured her.
"d.a.m.n right we will."
Chapter 6
Ry preferred good solid human reasoning to computer a.n.a.lysis, but he'd learned to use all available tools. The Arson Pattern Recognition System was one of the best. Over the past few years, he'd become adept enough at the keyboard. Now, with his secretary long gone for the day and the men downstairs settled into sleep, he worked alone.
The APRS, used intelligently, was an effective tool for identifying and cla.s.sifying trends in data. It was possible, with a series of fires suspected to be related, to use the tool to predict where and when future arsons in the series were most likely to occur.
The computer told him what he'd already deduced. Natalie's production plant was a prime target. He'd already a.s.signed a team to patrol and survey the area.
But he was more concerned about Natalie herself. The phone call she'd received made it personal. And it had given him a very specific clue.
Reaching for coffee with one hand, Ry tapped on keys and linked up with the National Fire Data System. He plugged in his pattern- incident information, geographical locations and fire data. The process would not only help him, but serve to aid future investigators.
Then he worked on suspects. Again he input the fire data, the method. To these he was able to add the phone call, Natalie's impression of the voice and the wording.
He sat back and watched the computer reinforce his own conclusions.
Clarence Robert Jacoby, a.k.a. Jacoby, a.k.a. Clarence Roberts.
Last known address
23 South Street, Urbana.
White male.