I, Spy? (Sophie Green Mysteries, No. 1) (Sophie Green Mystery)

tomorrow.”
    “Even after your spectacular—”
    “Yes, thank you. I figure he must be up to something if he still wants to see me.”
    Luke paused, smiling. “You’re not that unattractive when you’re drunk,” he said, unfastening his seat belt. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
    I’d probably be sick on him. “I’ll be fine. Thanks.”
    He nodded and got out of the car. “By the way,” he said as I was unlocking Ted, “I changed the security codes. Knock next time.”
    I rolled my eyes and drove home. But I didn’t go back to sleep. I was all slept-out. I started up the computer and looked over Harvey’s alumni website again. He was definitely up to something. If it wasn’t a collaboration with Wright, then what was it?
    I needed to get him and Wright together. Then maybe I’d be able to see.
    I texted Luke, Do you know where Wright is?
    He replied in seconds. Checked in to B&B in village 2hrs ago. Why?
    I wasn’t sure why. Think I need to see him and Harvey together. Still don’t think Harvey is partner. Wright said was a woman.
    Wright’s an idiot , Luke replied, and I couldn’t argue with that. We’ll check out B&B tomo. Go to sleep .
    But I could argue with that. I wasn’t happy with waiting. I needed to know something.
    It could be that Sven had spiked my drink for his own selfish purposes. Or, given the fingers and the sniper and the firebomb, it could be that he was involved with whoever was trying to kill me. Whoever had killed Chris. Whoever was involved with the Brownie twins and whoever was Wright’s partner. I’d stake good money it was the same person.
    But I wouldn’t bet on it being Sven.
    I grabbed my keys and double locked the door, and I drove up to the office. I had keys for the outside door, and I was hoping and praying that my pass would swipe me in. The green one failed, but the red one worked.
    Note to self: do not keep PIN code on a Post-it stuck to pass.
    The office was quiet and eerie when it was dark. I don’t know why I didn’t switch on the lights. I suppose I wanted to be unseen. I don’t think many people use the business park after hours, but there could be someone around. Maybe Harvey. He seemed to have a knack for turning up in places he shouldn’t be.
    Oh, Jesus. Suddenly it came to me. I knew who Harvey was.
    I couldn’t wait for the computer to boot up. I wasn’t sure where the files were kept and it seemed like forever until I got the one I wanted. The log of people who’d gone airside the night Chris was killed. Ana’s name was there, but Chris’s wasn’t. I’d been assuming he’d been killed airside. But maybe he’d been killed somewhere else and taken through to the undercroft.
    No. No, you couldn’t just take a body through. The scanners were manned all night. Someone would have noticed. Just to be sure, I brought up a log of all baggage screened overnight. None.
    Which meant that, either dead or alive, someone had deleted Chris Mansfield from the log.
    I drummed my fingers on the desk, thinking. He’d been deleted. And whoever had killed him had been deleted, too.
    I stared at Alexa’s screen-saver of George Clooney pictures. There was an answer to this. Someone had deleted the information. What I needed was a BAA recycle bin so I could trawl through the deleted names.
    Idly, I searched the computer for Chris’s name and ID. It took forever, but one match came up.
    In the computer’s recycle bin.
    Was her computer networked? Had someone deleted the file from here? I opened up the deleted, but not eliminated, log. There was Chris’s name. And there was…
    I felt the nausea rise in my throat again. Quickly, I searched the recycle bin for media files. Whoever had done this had been stupid or careless, or both, because there they were, the BAA footage files from the night Chris was killed. I knew the spliced footage had been added before 0236, because that’s when the mouse ran across the floor. But what I had here were nearly two hours of footage, starting at just after two in the morning and running through until just before Ana came on screen.
    It was grainy and I couldn’t make out who they were. But I was pretty sure they weren’t who the log said they were. I was pretty sure those passes had been stolen. Or the names had been planted. That was all I could think of to explain it.
    I replayed the footage over again. There. Chris had walked into the undercroft, presumably waiting for Ana. He’d been early by