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“Looks like there’s a slight problem with your theory, O’Dell.”
“What’s that?”
“There’s a footnote to this Wall Street Journal article. Stucky and Harding ended their partnership after Harding was diagnosed with some medical problem.”
“Right. I saw that.”
“But did you finish reading it? This part is blurred at the bottom from the copier. Unless Walker Harding found some miracle cure, he can’t be Stucky’s accomplice. It says here he was going blind.”
CHAPTER 49
Maggie waited until Tully left to meet his daughter. Then she began unearthing every scrap of information she could find on Walker Harding. She pounded the computer’s keys, searching the FBI’s files and other Internet sites and directories. The man had virtually disappeared after announcing his ambiguous medical problem almost four years ago. Now she realized Keith Ganza might never find a fingerprint record, either. Perhaps it was simply a gut instinct, but she felt certain Harding was still connected to Stucky, helping him somehow, continuing to work with him.
From what little she had read, she knew Harding had been the brains of their business, a whiz with computers. But Stucky had been the one who had taken all the financial risk, investing a hundred thousand dollars of his own money; money he had joked about winning one weekend in Atlantic City. Maggie couldn’t help noticing that the investment capital and the start-up of the business happened the same year Stucky’s father died in a freak boating accident. Stucky had never been charged though he had been questioned in what looked like a routine investigation, and only because Stucky had been the sole beneficiary of his father’s estate, an estate that made that hundred thousand dollars look like pocket change.
Harding appeared to have been reclusive long before his business venture with Stucky. Maggie could find nothing about his childhood, except that he—like Stucky—had been raised by a single, overbearing father. One directory listed him as a 1985 graduate of MIT, which made him about three years younger than Stucky. The state of Virginia listed no marriage license, driver’s license or property owned by a Walker Harding. She had begun a search of Maryland’s records when Thea Johnson from down the hall knocked on the open conference-room door.
“Agent O’Dell, there’s a phone call for Agent Tully. I know he left for a while, but this sounds important. Do you want to take the call?”
“Sure.” Maggie didn’t hesitate and reached behind her for the phone. “What line?”
“Line five. It’s a detective from Newburgh Heights. I believe he said his name was Manx.”
Immediately, Maggie’s stomach took a dive. She sucked in a deep breath and punched line five.
“Detective Manx, Agent Tully is at lunch. This is his partner, Agent Margaret O’Dell.”
She waited for the name to register. Even after a sigh, there was a pause.
“Agent O’Dell. Barge in on any crime scenes lately?”
“Funny thing, Detective Manx, but here at the FBI we usually don’t wait for engraved invitations.” She didn’t care if he heard the irritation in her voice. If he was calling Tully, he wanted something from them. Besides, what was he going to do? Go tell Cunningham she was mean to him again?
“When’s Tully gonna be back?”
So that was the way he wanted to play.
“Gee, you know, I don’t remember if he told me. He might not be back until Monday.”
She waited out his silence and imagined the scowl on his face. He was probably swiping a frustrated hand over that new buzz hairdo of his.
“Look, Tully talked to me last night about this McGowan woman down here in Newburgh Heights that’s supposedly missing.”
“She is missing, Detective Manx. Seems you have a problem with women disappearing in your jurisdiction. What’s up with that?” She was enjoying this too much. She needed to back off.
“I thought he should know that we checked out her house this morning and found a guy snooping around.”
“What?” Maggie sat up and gripped the phone.
“This guy said he was a friend and was worried about her. He had a screen off