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cab company’s office where we’ll talk to the boss on our own terms. I’ll be sure to let him know how helpful you were as a driver for his company.”
As they exited the vehicle, the driver went on about calling in to his boss to give him the heads up. When the doors shut, the driver sped away with the required squeal of the tires.
They half walked, half jogged back to the lawyer’s office building a block and a half away. A few of the vehicles had left, but activity was still bustling around the crime scene.
Aaron saw Kershaw immediately. When they reached him, he was on his cell phone. Parkman tapped his shoulder. After a moment, Kershaw got off the call and turned to them.
“I thought you guys left.”
The air was still and calm this early afternoon. After the short jog, sweat beaded up on Aaron’s forehead again.
“We did leave,” Parkman said. “But we need your help.”
“With what?”
“We need access to a Mac, an Apple computer.”
“For what?” Kershaw swiped the air at a fly buzzing too close.
“Aaron saw something on Sarah’s computer before he was attacked.”
Kershaw frowned. Then adjusted his stance and faced Aaron. “I thought you were attacked outside.”
“I was,” Aaron said, feeling the trap closing on the lie from earlier.
“Then how did you get to see Sarah’s computer? It’s ruined.”
“Last night. When I dropped her off after the cemetery visit.”
Kershaw looked from Parkman to Aaron, then back to Parkman. Parkman kept a straight face, as did Aaron.
“What did you see?”
“An email. I think it might have information as to where Sarah is. It’s a long shot, but there could be a lead. Sarah backs everything up onto something called a Time Capsule—”
“I’m familiar with it.”
“If I can get a MacBook Pro, or any Mac for that matter, I can plug into the network back at the cabin, restore her hard drive onto the new computer, and eight hours or so later, it would be as if I have Sarah’s computer back in my hand.”
“And you say this message is in one of her emails?”
“Yes.”
“She uses a Time Capsule.” Kershaw said this more as a statement to himself. “Does she use iCloud for her email?”
Aaron nodded. “She does.”
“And if you were to restore everything from the Capsule, you know her passwords to access her email?”
“I do,” Aaron said. He looked at Parkman. “Where are you going with this?”
“Follow me,” Kershaw said.
He spun on his heels and started across the parking lot.
“You have a Mac?” Parkman asked.
“No, but you don’t need one.”
“How’s that?”
“If you know her password and her email address, you can log onto iCloud on any computer. It doesn’t have to be a Mac. Come on, I’ve got a computer in the cruiser.”
Chapter 13
Sarah screamed for someone to bring her a drink. Dressed in a hospital gown, her wrists and ankles were still tied to the bed. Her bladder threatened to burst half an hour ago, and her stomach ached for nourishment, but no one acknowledged her or entered the room.
A night light offered a soft glow in the darkened room which only had one door, no windows. She had no idea if it was day or night.
All that mattered was getting untied, drinking something, using a toilet, and then hurting people until she was out of this building.
She refused to think about what Dr. Williams had said. Upon awakening, she could tell that she hadn’t been violated in any other way except for Williams feeling her up before they drugged her to sleep.
Actually, she was surprised to be wearing the hospital gown. Williams had ordered them to keep her naked. That told her something about his authority in the Amy Greg Psychiatric Hospital.
If she was under a seventy-two hour involuntary hold, that meant someone would come to talk to her, try to
As they exited the vehicle, the driver went on about calling in to his boss to give him the heads up. When the doors shut, the driver sped away with the required squeal of the tires.
They half walked, half jogged back to the lawyer’s office building a block and a half away. A few of the vehicles had left, but activity was still bustling around the crime scene.
Aaron saw Kershaw immediately. When they reached him, he was on his cell phone. Parkman tapped his shoulder. After a moment, Kershaw got off the call and turned to them.
“I thought you guys left.”
The air was still and calm this early afternoon. After the short jog, sweat beaded up on Aaron’s forehead again.
“We did leave,” Parkman said. “But we need your help.”
“With what?”
“We need access to a Mac, an Apple computer.”
“For what?” Kershaw swiped the air at a fly buzzing too close.
“Aaron saw something on Sarah’s computer before he was attacked.”
Kershaw frowned. Then adjusted his stance and faced Aaron. “I thought you were attacked outside.”
“I was,” Aaron said, feeling the trap closing on the lie from earlier.
“Then how did you get to see Sarah’s computer? It’s ruined.”
“Last night. When I dropped her off after the cemetery visit.”
Kershaw looked from Parkman to Aaron, then back to Parkman. Parkman kept a straight face, as did Aaron.
“What did you see?”
“An email. I think it might have information as to where Sarah is. It’s a long shot, but there could be a lead. Sarah backs everything up onto something called a Time Capsule—”
“I’m familiar with it.”
“If I can get a MacBook Pro, or any Mac for that matter, I can plug into the network back at the cabin, restore her hard drive onto the new computer, and eight hours or so later, it would be as if I have Sarah’s computer back in my hand.”
“And you say this message is in one of her emails?”
“Yes.”
“She uses a Time Capsule.” Kershaw said this more as a statement to himself. “Does she use iCloud for her email?”
Aaron nodded. “She does.”
“And if you were to restore everything from the Capsule, you know her passwords to access her email?”
“I do,” Aaron said. He looked at Parkman. “Where are you going with this?”
“Follow me,” Kershaw said.
He spun on his heels and started across the parking lot.
“You have a Mac?” Parkman asked.
“No, but you don’t need one.”
“How’s that?”
“If you know her password and her email address, you can log onto iCloud on any computer. It doesn’t have to be a Mac. Come on, I’ve got a computer in the cruiser.”
Chapter 13
Sarah screamed for someone to bring her a drink. Dressed in a hospital gown, her wrists and ankles were still tied to the bed. Her bladder threatened to burst half an hour ago, and her stomach ached for nourishment, but no one acknowledged her or entered the room.
A night light offered a soft glow in the darkened room which only had one door, no windows. She had no idea if it was day or night.
All that mattered was getting untied, drinking something, using a toilet, and then hurting people until she was out of this building.
She refused to think about what Dr. Williams had said. Upon awakening, she could tell that she hadn’t been violated in any other way except for Williams feeling her up before they drugged her to sleep.
Actually, she was surprised to be wearing the hospital gown. Williams had ordered them to keep her naked. That told her something about his authority in the Amy Greg Psychiatric Hospital.
If she was under a seventy-two hour involuntary hold, that meant someone would come to talk to her, try to
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