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her,” Paavo said.
“Let’s hope they don’t find her as much a nobody as she felt herself to be,” Yosh said with a nod to
the suicide note on the coffee table.
Paavo faced to Murphy. “Do you have the name and phone
number of the person who called in the missing person report, and her place of
business?”
“I do.” Murphy flipped through his papers. “A supervisor,
Julio Sanchez, called us. The name of the company where she worked is Zygog
Software in South City.”
Paavo could scarcely believe what heard.
Yosh’s mumbled comment was more to
the point. “Holy shit!”
o0o
Paavo and Yosh returned to Zygog
in South San Francisco. Now that two of its employees had been found dead, they
spoke to the Chief Executive Officer to explain that their investigation at the
company would be more wide-spread than it had been so far.
Yosh talked to Gaia Wyndom’s supervisor and co-workers. She had chosen to work
ten hours a day Monday through Thursday, with Fridays off. No one knew her
well, and everyone said she seemed perpetually sad and perpetually tired. She
only perked up when Taylor Bedford walked by, although no one had ever seen
them say anything more than “hello” to each other. And now both were gone.
One person remarked on the fact that she had cut and styled
her hair about six months ago, and that the new style looked much more
attractive on her. She hoped that meant Gaia would come out of her shell, but
she didn’t. She never wore make-up, and her clothes were uniformly drab and
matronly.
Paavo went to Taylor Bedford’s office, where he found the
secretary, Otto Link. Link appeared to be in his mid-forties or fifties, with
short Grecian-formula brown hair to match his brown eyes, and a slight build.
Paavo had spoken to him once before, but the man was so broken up over
Bedford’s death, he was scarcely coherent.
Link showed Paavo to Bedford’s office. There, Paavo hunted
through paperwork, datebooks, and e-mails to try to find any kind of connection
with Gaia Wyndom .
He also did a more in depth review of Bedford’s schedule,
going back more than a year. He discovered that in the past six months
Bedford’s schedule had become much more stable than previously—two weeks out of
town, and then two weeks in the office. Prior to that time, he varied his
schedule, although about fifty percent of his working hours were spent on the
road.
“Why did Mr. Bedford change from a week or a few days away
here and there, to this very strict schedule of two weeks here and two away?”
Paavo asked Link.
“He said he liked having a more set schedule,” Link replied. “That way he’d always know if he would be in town or not.”
“His wife said he worked weekends when away, wining and
dining his clients.”
“Oh?” Link smirked. “I’m sure I wouldn’t know about that.”
Link gave Paavo the addresses of every place Bedford visited
over the six months prior to his death, as well as every hotel he stayed in. He
saw that Bedford only charged the company for stays in Healdsburg every fourth
weekend.
“Do you have any idea why Bedford would have been in the
vicinity of Commercial and Kearney streets on Saturday night?” Paavo asked.
“None at all. It’s close to the
office, but we’re closed on weekends.”
“Any clients near there? Any
favorite restaurants or bars he might have mentioned?”
“I can’t say for sure.” Otto looked perplexed. “He went to a
lot of places around here. He liked a drink or two or ten, as is typical among
salesmen as I’m sure you know.”
“Do you know if Bedford knew Gaia Wyndom ?”
Paavo asked.
“I believe he did.” Otto’s mouth scrunched up as if he’d
bitten into a lemon.
“Did they work together on projects or anything else?”
“She worked in the Records division where mail, e-mail, and
telephone orders were maintained. She wasn’t a manager, but a ‘technical
advisor’ to the clerks who filed the company’s paperwork. Mr. Bedford
“Let’s hope they don’t find her as much a nobody as she felt herself to be,” Yosh said with a nod to
the suicide note on the coffee table.
Paavo faced to Murphy. “Do you have the name and phone
number of the person who called in the missing person report, and her place of
business?”
“I do.” Murphy flipped through his papers. “A supervisor,
Julio Sanchez, called us. The name of the company where she worked is Zygog
Software in South City.”
Paavo could scarcely believe what heard.
Yosh’s mumbled comment was more to
the point. “Holy shit!”
o0o
Paavo and Yosh returned to Zygog
in South San Francisco. Now that two of its employees had been found dead, they
spoke to the Chief Executive Officer to explain that their investigation at the
company would be more wide-spread than it had been so far.
Yosh talked to Gaia Wyndom’s supervisor and co-workers. She had chosen to work
ten hours a day Monday through Thursday, with Fridays off. No one knew her
well, and everyone said she seemed perpetually sad and perpetually tired. She
only perked up when Taylor Bedford walked by, although no one had ever seen
them say anything more than “hello” to each other. And now both were gone.
One person remarked on the fact that she had cut and styled
her hair about six months ago, and that the new style looked much more
attractive on her. She hoped that meant Gaia would come out of her shell, but
she didn’t. She never wore make-up, and her clothes were uniformly drab and
matronly.
Paavo went to Taylor Bedford’s office, where he found the
secretary, Otto Link. Link appeared to be in his mid-forties or fifties, with
short Grecian-formula brown hair to match his brown eyes, and a slight build.
Paavo had spoken to him once before, but the man was so broken up over
Bedford’s death, he was scarcely coherent.
Link showed Paavo to Bedford’s office. There, Paavo hunted
through paperwork, datebooks, and e-mails to try to find any kind of connection
with Gaia Wyndom .
He also did a more in depth review of Bedford’s schedule,
going back more than a year. He discovered that in the past six months
Bedford’s schedule had become much more stable than previously—two weeks out of
town, and then two weeks in the office. Prior to that time, he varied his
schedule, although about fifty percent of his working hours were spent on the
road.
“Why did Mr. Bedford change from a week or a few days away
here and there, to this very strict schedule of two weeks here and two away?”
Paavo asked Link.
“He said he liked having a more set schedule,” Link replied. “That way he’d always know if he would be in town or not.”
“His wife said he worked weekends when away, wining and
dining his clients.”
“Oh?” Link smirked. “I’m sure I wouldn’t know about that.”
Link gave Paavo the addresses of every place Bedford visited
over the six months prior to his death, as well as every hotel he stayed in. He
saw that Bedford only charged the company for stays in Healdsburg every fourth
weekend.
“Do you have any idea why Bedford would have been in the
vicinity of Commercial and Kearney streets on Saturday night?” Paavo asked.
“None at all. It’s close to the
office, but we’re closed on weekends.”
“Any clients near there? Any
favorite restaurants or bars he might have mentioned?”
“I can’t say for sure.” Otto looked perplexed. “He went to a
lot of places around here. He liked a drink or two or ten, as is typical among
salesmen as I’m sure you know.”
“Do you know if Bedford knew Gaia Wyndom ?”
Paavo asked.
“I believe he did.” Otto’s mouth scrunched up as if he’d
bitten into a lemon.
“Did they work together on projects or anything else?”
“She worked in the Records division where mail, e-mail, and
telephone orders were maintained. She wasn’t a manager, but a ‘technical
advisor’ to the clerks who filed the company’s paperwork. Mr. Bedford
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