In Death 38 - Thankless in Death

fell out.”
    “You’re entitled. You started before dawn, and if we’re at it much longer we’ll go round the clock with it.”
    “I was talking to Ms. Farnsworth.”
    He smiled a little as the cat padded quickly ahead to reach the bedroom first. “Were you now? As it happens, I was myself, in a way. What did she have to say?”
    “She’s just really pissed off.”
    “And who could blame her? She put his name in it, coded through the routing.”
    “What?” Her eyes went instantly alert even as he dumped her on the bed. “What?”
    “Jerald Reinhold. His name, and a short statement we’ve untangled so far. Jerald Reinhold did this.”
    “But where’s the money? What name’s he using? Where—”
    “If we knew, I believe I’d have led with it.”
    He pulled her boots off for her, heard her involuntary groan of relief.
    “We’ve got a start on the routine, which is miraculous, and more so this much of her encoded message. She didn’t make it easy—over and above the whole lot being wiped, and well wiped at that. I’m supposing she knew he wasn’t a complete idiot when it comes to Comp Science, and had to be careful about it.
    “It’s good progress, Eve,” he assured her. “Better than any of us who know the business expected at this point.”
    “Okay, all right. She coded in his name, pointed a finger at him. It adds weight. Though we won’t need any, weight never hurts.”
    She switched gears. “What about tenants?”
    “Moving through them. A lot of buildings, Lieutenant, and not all the data is current because of the—”
    “Goddamn, stinking, stupid holiday.”
    Her biting tone nearly made him smile. “True enough. But I was able to order a rush on my own places, and all the new tenants and/or applications from new tenants will be current tomorrow, holiday or no.”
    “Thanks.”
    “I’ve thrown a spanner into some holidays, but it shouldn’t take long, and then they can get back to their stuffing.”
    “A lot of uniforms are cursing my name. The ones on the twenty-four/seven tip line for sure. But it only takes one person to see him, to call it in.”
    “And we’ll see to all of it tomorrow.”
    They’d both undressed as they spoke, and now crawled into bed.
    “I don’t want to go to the morgue tomorrow, Roarke.”
    “You’re doing everything you can to prevent that.”
    “Yeah.” She curled against him in the dark, and hoped it would be enough.
    W hen her ’link woke her just after five A.M ., she groped for it. “Block video,” she ordered even as Roarke ordered lights on to twenty percent. “Dallas.”
    “Lieutenant, man, I’m really sorry for the early tag.”
    “Mal.” Instantly awake, she shoved up to sit. “What is it?”
    “It’s just—we can’t find Joe. It’s probably nothing, but I’m a little freaked, and Ma said you should know.”
    “Okay.” She flipped through the notes in her head. “He had a date last night, right?”
    “Yeah, that’s the thing. He was a no-show, and Priss tracked me down at like midnight, bitching me out because she figured Joe’d ditched her to hang with me or Dave. But I hadn’t seen him or talked to him. Dave either. And she said how he’d texted her he might be a little late; he was working on some deal. But he never showed, and didn’t answer her texts and tags. Me and Dave, we even went over there, to Joe’s place. He doesn’t answer the door.”
    “Okay, Mal.” She didn’t need a gut-check to assess a bad feeling. It shoved straight through her. “Give me the name and contact of the woman he was supposed to go out with.”
    “Sure, sure.” He reeled it off. “The thing is, well, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he maybe hooked up with somebody else, maybe got lucky, and he’s at her place, wherever. And maybe he’s not answering his texts and tags because he doesn’t want any shit, you know. But, it’s scary.”
    “It’s good you let me know. Any idea, if he hooked up otherwise, with who?”
    “Not so much. I tried some girls I know he’s hooked with, but hit zero there. But he’s not above taking a spin with strange if he had the chance. So …”
    “Got it. Let me see what I can do. I’ll get back to you.”
    She clicked off, shoved at her hair, in pure frustration. “Asshole Joe.”
    “I got that.” Knowing her, and understanding, Roarke handed her coffee he’d programmed while she’d talked to Mal.
    “Maybe he is with some strange, but that’s not what it feels like.