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times?” Raymond threw in.
“Is that what you think?” Evan asked back.
“I don’t know. She’s just as you pegged her, Ice. Sharp and composed, yet straightforward,” Raymond summarized.
“Yeah, and strategically smart,” added Michael. “She knows she’s the prime suspect, and didn’t hide from it. She also didn’t try to put the heat on anyone else in the office. We gave her plenty of opportunity. I’m thinking she’s betting that the less she gives us, the less we have to poke holes through.”
Evan nodded, scratching at the rough stubble on his jawline.
“Well, we haven’t found any holes yet,” he reminded the agents. “Raymond, your review of all public and private video surveillance we could find from Monday night shows the same time line she stated, correct?”
“Yup, she entered the subway at seven-fourteen that night, exited at the station near her house. Then, the street camera near the drugstore captures her at seven-forty-three. I can’t find anything that suggests she left the area after that.”
“What about her cell phone activity?” Michael asked.
“Negative. From the video loop and motion sensor override at Worthington, we know the robbery happened between twelve-thirty and one o’clock in the morning,” Raymond advised. “But there was no cell phone or data usage outside of her home location after eight o’clock when she claims to have gotten home. And no usage at all after ten-eighteen that night. At least not from the devices we know about. She could have used an untraceable cell phone.”
“So, other than access to the safe, there’s nothing we’ve found to confirm her involvement,” stated Evan. “Not unless I can find a burner phone on her.”
“We have something, Ice,” Tony stated from his position at the computer across the room. He had spent the day reviewing the data gathered by Raymond’s systems surveillance software, embedded within the Worthington network architecture.
“What?” Evan demanded, joining him.
The other two men followed, standing to the rear.
“James sent an e-mail from her work computer about two hours ago. The response just came back a few minutes ago. It’s from a guy named Nigel St. Clair. I can’t find any other e-mails to him from her work account, or calls in the phone records from the last six months. But this is what I found on him,” Tony explained as he pulled up a mug shot on the screen. “Nigel St. Clair, lives in Watertown. Works as a shift supervisor at aware-housing company there.”
Evan let out a deep breath as he looked at the older mug shot of a young man with fair skin, long, dark blond hair, and green eyes. He read the page.
“Three years in Michigan state prison for attempted murder, released early as part of a plea bargain. That was eight years ago.”
“Yup. Here’s the good part. He was originally from Boston, arrested in Detroit, then moved back here around the same time that James started school at the University of Massachusetts. So, I dug further,” Tony explained, pulling up additional computer files. “And found this. They had the same address for five years, until about three years ago. An apartment in Dorchester.”
The men looked at each other. Their dead security guard was from Dorchester. While it was the largest Boston neighborhood, it was still a big coincidence.
“Her e-mail to him is pretty cryptic,” suggested Evan as they read the message. “Just that she needs to talk to him. Old boyfriend?”
“Makes sense,” Tony agreed.
“So, why is she reaching out to him now?” Evan mulled.
“I’ve sent the info over to the analysts at headquarters. They’re going to dig deeper into St. Clair, use his IP address to check for other online communications between them, see where that leads.”
“Doesn’t she also have a sealed juvie record?” remembered Evan.
“Yeah, we’re working on getting the details. She was fifteen at the time. But interestingly, it’s from the
“Is that what you think?” Evan asked back.
“I don’t know. She’s just as you pegged her, Ice. Sharp and composed, yet straightforward,” Raymond summarized.
“Yeah, and strategically smart,” added Michael. “She knows she’s the prime suspect, and didn’t hide from it. She also didn’t try to put the heat on anyone else in the office. We gave her plenty of opportunity. I’m thinking she’s betting that the less she gives us, the less we have to poke holes through.”
Evan nodded, scratching at the rough stubble on his jawline.
“Well, we haven’t found any holes yet,” he reminded the agents. “Raymond, your review of all public and private video surveillance we could find from Monday night shows the same time line she stated, correct?”
“Yup, she entered the subway at seven-fourteen that night, exited at the station near her house. Then, the street camera near the drugstore captures her at seven-forty-three. I can’t find anything that suggests she left the area after that.”
“What about her cell phone activity?” Michael asked.
“Negative. From the video loop and motion sensor override at Worthington, we know the robbery happened between twelve-thirty and one o’clock in the morning,” Raymond advised. “But there was no cell phone or data usage outside of her home location after eight o’clock when she claims to have gotten home. And no usage at all after ten-eighteen that night. At least not from the devices we know about. She could have used an untraceable cell phone.”
“So, other than access to the safe, there’s nothing we’ve found to confirm her involvement,” stated Evan. “Not unless I can find a burner phone on her.”
“We have something, Ice,” Tony stated from his position at the computer across the room. He had spent the day reviewing the data gathered by Raymond’s systems surveillance software, embedded within the Worthington network architecture.
“What?” Evan demanded, joining him.
The other two men followed, standing to the rear.
“James sent an e-mail from her work computer about two hours ago. The response just came back a few minutes ago. It’s from a guy named Nigel St. Clair. I can’t find any other e-mails to him from her work account, or calls in the phone records from the last six months. But this is what I found on him,” Tony explained as he pulled up a mug shot on the screen. “Nigel St. Clair, lives in Watertown. Works as a shift supervisor at aware-housing company there.”
Evan let out a deep breath as he looked at the older mug shot of a young man with fair skin, long, dark blond hair, and green eyes. He read the page.
“Three years in Michigan state prison for attempted murder, released early as part of a plea bargain. That was eight years ago.”
“Yup. Here’s the good part. He was originally from Boston, arrested in Detroit, then moved back here around the same time that James started school at the University of Massachusetts. So, I dug further,” Tony explained, pulling up additional computer files. “And found this. They had the same address for five years, until about three years ago. An apartment in Dorchester.”
The men looked at each other. Their dead security guard was from Dorchester. While it was the largest Boston neighborhood, it was still a big coincidence.
“Her e-mail to him is pretty cryptic,” suggested Evan as they read the message. “Just that she needs to talk to him. Old boyfriend?”
“Makes sense,” Tony agreed.
“So, why is she reaching out to him now?” Evan mulled.
“I’ve sent the info over to the analysts at headquarters. They’re going to dig deeper into St. Clair, use his IP address to check for other online communications between them, see where that leads.”
“Doesn’t she also have a sealed juvie record?” remembered Evan.
“Yeah, we’re working on getting the details. She was fifteen at the time. But interestingly, it’s from the
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