Elemental Assassin 01 - Spider's Bite

Aggression?”
    Another pause. “You saw that?”
    “Don’t be embarrassed, detective. Those eyes, those lips, that firm body. She’s a looker. And Gin seemed to be having a marvelous time on your lap.”
    Even though I wasn’t in the room, I could imagine the smirk on Finn’s face. I paused, wanting to hear the detective’s answer.
    “She’s … something,” Donovan admitted. “But I’m glad it stopped when it did.”
    A third pause, this time from Finn. “I never considered you a stupid man, detective, but when you say things like that, you make me wonder. You’re glad you didn’t fuck her?”
    “She’s an assassin, and she killed my partner,” Caine snapped. “You don’t fuck your partner’s murderer.”
    “Oh, get off your high horse, detective,” Finn replied in a sharp voice. “Cliff Ingles wasn’t the saint you make him out to be. Quite the opposite. As for Gin being an assassin, well, we don’t exactly live in Mayberry. She’s done what she’s had to in order to survive over the years. We all have, even you, I imagine.”
    “I’ve never killed people for money,” Caine said in an acidic tone.
    “Sure you have, detective. It’s called your city paycheck.”
    Okay, time to stop this before the two men came to blows. I tiptoed back down the hall, opened the door, and shut it again, hard enough so they could hear it. I made my footsteps loud and heavy.
    “Finn? Donovan?” I called out.
    “Still in the office,” Finn replied.
    I stepped into the room. Finn leaned on the edge of the pool table, rubbing his chest. Donovan Caine perched on the lip of the fireplace. A couple of shallow cuts decorated his hands, along with a bruise on the side of his face, but the detective didn’t look like he’d been too damaged by getting tossed into the stone wall. Probably hurt his ego more than anything else.
    “Where’s Carlyle?” Donovan Caine asked.
    “Feeding the worms,” I replied.
    The detective nodded. He didn’t seem as broken up by Carlyle’s death as I’d thought he would. Or maybe getting thrown across the room by the vampire had changed his perspective a bit.
    “And the body?” Finn asked.
    “Being taken care of by our mutual Goth friend.”
    Donovan stared at me, then Finn. “So now what?” he asked.
    I pulled the flash drive out of my pocket and held it up. “Now we get out of here and go see what’s on this—and why the Air elemental wants it back so badly.” 

23
    Using all the usual precautions, we left Carlyle’s house, dumped our stolen car in one of the downtown parking garages, and headed to my apartment.
    Once we were inside, Finn opened his laptop and plugged in the flash drive. Donovan Caine dropped into a chair at the kitchen table and flipped through the matching folder we’d found in the fireplace hiding spot. I grabbed the photos of Giles and went through them. Injuries, bloody clothes, aches and pains, everything else was forgotten except for the information we’d found.
    Finn was right. Gordon Giles had been into some kinky stuff. Leafing through the pictures, I saw much more of the middle-aged accountant than I’d ever wanted to. But I studied each image carefully. Hopefully, there was a reason Gordon Giles had kept these pictures, other than for his own private enjoyment. But nothing jumped out at me.
    After about ten minutes of nonstop mouse clicking and the occasional burst of typing, Finn let out a low whistle and leaned back in his chair.
    “You got something?” Donovan Caine asked. “Because I can’t make heads or tails out of what’s in this folder. It’s just account numbers and file names and other gibberish that makes no sense to me.”
    “I’m not a forensic accountant and I’m usually more interested in hiding money than tracking it down, but it looks like Haley James has been skimming off the top of her own company,” Finn said.
    Not a surprise, but it was a welcome bit of confirmation instead of mere speculation.
    “Are you sure it’s her?” I asked.
    Finn nodded. “If not, someone’s framed her but good, because her password and log-in information are all over these files. Not exactly the kind of info you give out to just anybody, especially when you’re the head of a company as large as Halo Industries.”
    “What do you mean by skimming off the top?” Donovan asked. “How is she doing it exactly?”
    Finn shrugged. “Your usual embezzling. Padding expenses. Getting reimbursed for business trips she