Calculated in Death

her as he unlocked the door. “There was nothing out of place, nothing I can see. I bypassed her passcode, began the copies, and I saw files missing.”
    “How many accounts or clients?”
    “I counted eight before I contacted security, then you. I was afraid to do anymore. That I’d compromise the evidence? The scene? I’m very upset.”
    “But you checked for the backups?”
    “Right away.”
    “Where do you keep them?”
    “Oh, sorry. I’ll show you. I have a safe in my office. All copies of sensitive material stay secured.”
    “Who has the combination?”
    “Besides me? The bosses and the head of security would have it on file.”
    “No one else in the office?”
    “No. No one.”
    “How often do you change it?” she asked as she studied the compact safe inside a small closet.
    “I . . . I’ve never actually changed it. It’s the factory default, and we’ve never had any trouble. There never seemed to be any reason to reprogram.”
    “I bet sometimes when you’re securing sensitive material in this safe, someone might be in here. Your assistant, one of your accountants, one of their assistants.”
    “I . . . Yes.” He dropped down in a chair, dropped his head into his hands. “This is a nightmare. The parties involved will have to be notified their data may be compromised. The work done, if not complete and already copied to clients or courts will have to be regenerated. And our reputation . . . I’m responsible.”
    “The person who killed Marta Dickenson and compromised her data is responsible.”
    “You think it’s the same person.”
    Eve just looked at him. “What do you think?”
    “I don’t know what to think.”
    “Was anything else taken? Anything that wasn’t Marta’s work?”
    “I don’t think so. I didn’t look thoroughly.”
    “Look thoroughly now. I’m going to have a crime scene team process the offices, and my e-man will analyze the security discs, and the system. What time did you leave the office yesterday?”
    “About four. We closed early. The partners came in, spoke to everyone, and told us to go home. We’re closed today as well. I stayed a little longer, then I locked up. I went to Mr. Brewer’s office. I just needed to talk to someone. Mr. Kyle and Mr. Martini were still with him. We talked about having a small memorial here, in the offices. I went to Marta’s apartment, to offer Denzel my condolences. I know it’s for family right now, but we were. Are. And when I got home, I had several drinks. My wife was very understanding.”
    He paused, shook his head. “There was some petty cash, three hundred dollars. It’s gone. Otherwise, it’s just copies of Marta’s files. I count ten now. There must be two more missing from her computer.”
    He stared down at his hands. “It can’t be one of us. It can’t. We’re family.”
    Eve didn’t bother to tell him families often stole from each other, and weren’t above familial murder.
    When Peabody arrived, Eve gestured her into Marta’s office. “Ten missing files, so they’re trying to work another cover. Still not real smart about it. It may look like system error when McNab gets to it, so he’ll need to dig past that.”
    “He will. He’s going over security with the guy downstairs.”
    “They got into Gibbons’s office safe, took the copies, which kind of negates a system glitch. Helped themselves to the three hundred in cash in there.”
    “Waste not, want not.”
    “Sounds true. Gibbons never reprograms the combination, and he admits he’s not always alone in there when he opens it to put something in.”
    “So anybody who works here could, potentially, have the combination. Plus they had Marta’s security data most likely if she kept it in her bag or briefcase. Even if not, whoever they’re working with inside, if so, could have given them a way in.”
    “It’s a clean job. No ransacking, no mess, no violence. That semi-pro feel again. Professional enough to cover your tracks, stupid enough to leave a trail taking the cash and the files. Leave the fucking three hundred, just corrupt the files.”
    “Rushed again, like the murder,” Peabody commented. “A good plan, but not thorough.”
    “Still got the job done. Nothing for us to do here,” Eve concluded. “I’ve got CI coming in to process, not that they’ll find anything. The rest is for McNab. I think we should go talk to some hot-shot business guys.”
    “You got that hot-shot outfit.”
    “Don’t