The In Death Collection Books 21-25 - J. D. Robb [322]
“We’ll get through the names, the notes—eventually,” Peabody said. “But the accounts? We could probably use a numbers guy on this.”
“Probably could,” Eve agreed. “But for now, it’s you and me. We’ll look for repetition, a file or account she went back to repeatedly during the time frame. Any of them copied to her home unit, or any data she copied to Byson.”
Eve glanced unhappily at the conference room’s AutoChef, knowing it wasn’t loaded with her personal stash of coffee.
“Any mention of meetings or appointments with the higher-ups,” she continued. “Appointments with reps of accounts.”
“Going to be awhile,” Peabody commented. “Maybe I should order in some sandwiches.”
“Whatever. Her assistant said she logged in after hours a couple times recently. Let’s find what she accessed after business hours.”
She turned as the door opened.
“Anything?” Baxter asked her.
“It’s looking like she found something off at work, was pursuing it on her own, and shared her concerns with her fiancé. We’re digging there.”
“Want another shovel?”
Eve dipped her hands into her pockets. “What’s on your desk?”
“A few things, mostly leg and ’link work. Nothing the boy can’t handle,” he added, referring to his trainee, Trueheart. “Look, the kid’ll let me know if he needs me on anything active. I’ve got some personal time coming. I can take it to work this.”
“You work it, you work it on the clock. Anything of your own heats up, you’re on that.”
“No problem.”
When her communicator beeped, she glanced at the readout. “Peabody, fill Baxter in. It’s Whitney’s office. I need to update him.”
She was ordered up, and found Commander Whitney behind his desk. She thought he looked tired, maybe burdened was the better word. His big shoulders carried considerable weight.
Gray was sprinkled generously through the dark hair that was closely cut around his wide, coffee-colored face. He watched her, saying nothing, as she ran through the movements and details of the investigation.
“The data you confiscated is secured?”
“Yes, sir. Detectives Peabody and Baxter are starting the search. Captain Feeney is supervising the e-work, using Detective McNab.”
“Other avenues?”
“Sir?”
“Exploration of this being personal business. Jealous ex?”
“I haven’t eliminated the possibility, Commander, but nothing points to that. While everything points to this being a double murder motivated by something the female vic discovered at her place of employment.”
He nodded. “You understand the sensitivity of the data now in the possession of this department?”
“Yes, sir.”
His eyes stayed on hers. “Have you considered the sensitivity of you, personally, having access to that data?”
“Personally, Commander?”
“You’re married to a powerful businessman who has interests in many areas of industry and finance—interests that most certainly will be in competition or conflict with some of the parties whose data you now have in your possession.”
Something hot formed a tiny ball in Eve’s belly. “I have potential evidence in my possession.”
“Don’t be naive, Dallas.”
“I never was. I’m the primary investigator on two murders looking for evidence of motive and culpability. I’m not looking, and have no interest in, inside information on my husband’s business competition.”
“There’s concern that, should this data come into his hands, it might be used to his advantage against those competitors.”
The hot little ball expanded. “He doesn’t need my help to compete in business. And he wouldn’t walk over two dead bodies to make some extra bucks. Respectfully, sir”—though her tone had taken on an edge that had nothing to do with respect—“to imply otherwise is an insult to me and to him.”
“It’s not a matter of a few extra dollars, but the potential of millions. Perhaps more than millions.