Crush - Alan Jacobson [136]
“Already done.”
“Fine. There are database records entries for every swipe each card makes. Get a printout of that log. Which doors, which times, which days.” He motioned to Lugo, who clicked off the call.
“So our UNSUB’s got someone on the inside,” Vail said. “Or he is someone on the inside and he used Simmons’s card to cover his tracks. He had to know sooner or later the card would be reported missing.”
Brix nodded. “Ray, have Lily in HR print us out a list of all county employees. I want to know everyone who’s had access to the sheriff’s department facility. Include contract workers. Everyone.”
Lugo made a note on his pad. “And you want this tomorrow, I take it.”
“No,” Brix said with a tight mouth. “I want it today.”
“And have them pull the surveillance video for the past week before it gets overwritten,” Dixon said. “We’re gonna have to go through it all, correlate it with the doors that card opened, see if we can ID the fucker who stole it.”
“They already pulled the video when Karen got that letter,” Lugo said.
“That may be all we need,” Agbayani said. “Have Aaron look at the date the PowerPoint document was created and last modified. That’ll tell us when the UNSUB was in the building.”
“Yes, yes,” Brix said. “Perfect. Then match it up with the swipes of that prox card. And find out what’s taking them so goddamn long with that video. Did they find anything or not? Got all that, Ray?”
Lugo tossed down his pen. “Yeah. Got it.” He swung his chair around, rose, and walked out of the room.
Dixon watched him leave, then said, “Is it me, or has he been on edge lately?”
Brix walked to the whiteboard. “We’ve all been on edge. With everything that’s gone on this past week, I think we’re holding up pretty goddamn good.” He waved a hand. “Ray’ll be fine. Besides, we’ve got other things to worry about. We don’t know for sure this card was used by our UNSUB. But it’s highly probable. Now I’m assuming no one on the task force is our guy. But that still leaves a lot of county employees, a lot of ’em in this building, who could’ve palmed that card. So from this point forward, no one’s to share any information with anyone. Have it go through me. I’ll control all info in and out. So don’t leave any important papers lying around.”
Vail snapped her fingers. “That’s how the offender got my phone number, how he started texting me. Those sheets you printed up and gave out with everyone’s cell numbers. He was here, in this room.”
“Shit.” Dixon looked around, acutely conscious of her surroundings. “What else could he have taken or seen? The whiteboard—”
The door swung open. Lugo stood there, his face crumpled in thought.
“Forget something?” Brix asked.
Lugo stepped in and let the door close behind him. “Your PC has all sorts of personally identifiable information buried in it. Like what Eddie was saying, about the date the document was created. But there’s a lot more info on there. Every single document you create embeds info that it takes from your computer.”
“I know a guy at Microsoft who’s helped me out before,” Agbayani said. He checked the room clock. “It’s late, but maybe I can catch him.”
“Do it,” Dixon said. “Burt, can you run down and take care of that other stuff Ray was doing? The video, county list—”
“Got it,” Gordon said, then left the room.
Agbayani settled himself in front of the conference room laptop and logged in to Windows Live Messenger. “Cool, he’s online. We’re in business.” He clicked, Start a live video call. It rang through the speakers, then the ringing abruptly stopped and a face and torso filled the screen.
“Tomás, how goes it?”
“Eddie, my man. Still catching bad guys?”
“That’s what I’m calling about. I’ve got a thing here and I need to pick your geek brain.”
“I’m out the door for a meeting in the EBC—I mean, the Executive Briefing Center. A delegation of security people from China are here to discuss a new relational database. My boss will have my head if I try to cut out early. Can it wait?”
Agbayani looked off to Brix, then back to the screen. “The sooner the better. We’re really