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time.” He pulled back and winked at her, then took a good look at the lock. “I’ve got this. Pin?” He held out a hand to her.
“You’ve got it or I do?” She laughed as she handed over what he asked for.
He worked the lock and wiggled the drawer. Seconds later, it was open. “Looks like you were right,” he said. “Now, you’re not going to say I told you so?”
“Never, darling. There’s no need. You already know.” She smiled at him.
She pulled out the laptop and pressed the power button. Nothing happened.
“You might need this.” He reached behind him and pulled out a power cord.
“Where were you keeping that?”
“I found it, rooting around in the office while I was on the phone with Jimmy. I tucked it into the back waist of my pants.”
Files And Motive
THEY WAITED ON THE LAPTOP to boot up.
Sean studied his wife’s profile as she kept her focus on the screen. She had such delicate features. He ran a hand down the length of her brown hair, and she turned to smile at him, but quickly went back to the computer.
“Jimmy’s going to do what he can to rush the results,” he said.
“So, he’s looking into both the detective’s personal account and the doorman’s?”
“Yeah. He wasn’t thrilled about the doorman. Said he had to go back to the files to get a name.”
Sara made a pouting face.
“He also said he heard about a really nice scotch.”
She laughed. “See, I told you. We’ll be his bar for the rest of his life.”
“Rather cheap labor if you ask me.” Sean smiled at her.
“As I thought. She’s got it password protected.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. “Good thing I got this from Adam before we left.”
“You really do have it all together.”
“Was there any doubt?” She narrowed her eyes and smirked, then typed in the code. They had access. “All right, I’m going to look for a folder with the same name as the one at Universal. Oh, here it is. Easy.” She opened the folder and sub-folders appeared beneath it. “There’s one here marked potential clients.” She clicked on it, opening up another listing. “Hmm. This is an interesting file. Look at this.” She opened a jpeg image.
“Cindy’s signature. ”
“Uh-huh. It would be very easy for the killer to add this to the end of a suicide note, even if they copied it by placing it underneath the paper. We should see if it matches.”
“Print it off.”
“On it, darling.”
The printer fired up in the office next door.
“You know, the thought just occurred to me…Robert didn’t know his ex-wife that well, did he? If he did, he wouldn’t have been in her office. He would have known she kept her laptop in her closet.” Sara looked at him, her brown eyes dancing over his face, stopping to press his eyes.
“Maybe we’re not looking for something that was taken from the computer after all.”
“He said he didn’t steal those files. What if he’s telling the truth? What if he was here for something else?”
“For some reason, I think he was. What address did Adam say the file transfers went back to?”
“He just said to Robert’s home.”
“Interesting.”
“You think Adam’s involved somehow?”
“It’s interesting how he showed up at the right time.”
“I called him remember?” Sara glanced at the laptop, back to Sean.
“Yes, but he was more than eager to come down and help.” Sean hooked air quotes around the word help .
“All right, but what would his motive be? You think he killed Cindy?”
“Either he killed her, or he’s trying to cover up who did.”
“I’m not sure I like that look in your eye.”
He wasn ’t going to tell her what he was thinking quite yet. He preferred not to have the suspicion himself.
“You’re not going to tell me are you?”
He shook his head.
“Come on, Sean, we always work best as a team.”
“I don’t even like the fact that it went through my mind
“You’ve got it or I do?” She laughed as she handed over what he asked for.
He worked the lock and wiggled the drawer. Seconds later, it was open. “Looks like you were right,” he said. “Now, you’re not going to say I told you so?”
“Never, darling. There’s no need. You already know.” She smiled at him.
She pulled out the laptop and pressed the power button. Nothing happened.
“You might need this.” He reached behind him and pulled out a power cord.
“Where were you keeping that?”
“I found it, rooting around in the office while I was on the phone with Jimmy. I tucked it into the back waist of my pants.”
Files And Motive
THEY WAITED ON THE LAPTOP to boot up.
Sean studied his wife’s profile as she kept her focus on the screen. She had such delicate features. He ran a hand down the length of her brown hair, and she turned to smile at him, but quickly went back to the computer.
“Jimmy’s going to do what he can to rush the results,” he said.
“So, he’s looking into both the detective’s personal account and the doorman’s?”
“Yeah. He wasn’t thrilled about the doorman. Said he had to go back to the files to get a name.”
Sara made a pouting face.
“He also said he heard about a really nice scotch.”
She laughed. “See, I told you. We’ll be his bar for the rest of his life.”
“Rather cheap labor if you ask me.” Sean smiled at her.
“As I thought. She’s got it password protected.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. “Good thing I got this from Adam before we left.”
“You really do have it all together.”
“Was there any doubt?” She narrowed her eyes and smirked, then typed in the code. They had access. “All right, I’m going to look for a folder with the same name as the one at Universal. Oh, here it is. Easy.” She opened the folder and sub-folders appeared beneath it. “There’s one here marked potential clients.” She clicked on it, opening up another listing. “Hmm. This is an interesting file. Look at this.” She opened a jpeg image.
“Cindy’s signature. ”
“Uh-huh. It would be very easy for the killer to add this to the end of a suicide note, even if they copied it by placing it underneath the paper. We should see if it matches.”
“Print it off.”
“On it, darling.”
The printer fired up in the office next door.
“You know, the thought just occurred to me…Robert didn’t know his ex-wife that well, did he? If he did, he wouldn’t have been in her office. He would have known she kept her laptop in her closet.” Sara looked at him, her brown eyes dancing over his face, stopping to press his eyes.
“Maybe we’re not looking for something that was taken from the computer after all.”
“He said he didn’t steal those files. What if he’s telling the truth? What if he was here for something else?”
“For some reason, I think he was. What address did Adam say the file transfers went back to?”
“He just said to Robert’s home.”
“Interesting.”
“You think Adam’s involved somehow?”
“It’s interesting how he showed up at the right time.”
“I called him remember?” Sara glanced at the laptop, back to Sean.
“Yes, but he was more than eager to come down and help.” Sean hooked air quotes around the word help .
“All right, but what would his motive be? You think he killed Cindy?”
“Either he killed her, or he’s trying to cover up who did.”
“I’m not sure I like that look in your eye.”
He wasn ’t going to tell her what he was thinking quite yet. He preferred not to have the suspicion himself.
“You’re not going to tell me are you?”
He shook his head.
“Come on, Sean, we always work best as a team.”
“I don’t even like the fact that it went through my mind
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