“Not for at least three weeks, maybe four,” he said. “If you still want to see a Cubs game, you better get here soon. I’ll need a little notice to get tickets from Gil.”
A second later Nick was back on the cell phone reminding him that their sister Jordan was still planning a trip to Chicago.
“I know, but she won’t commit to a date. I won’t be able to start packing until my job ends here. I’ve got a new assignment that’s going to take up most of my time for the next three weeks, but then I’m done. If Jordan waits too long, she’ll get stuck helping me pack.”
“What’s the new assignment?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Nick laughed. “That bad, huh?”
A young cop dropped a fat file on Alec’s desk and turned to leave. Alec motioned him to stay. “I’ve got to go, Nick.” He flipped the cell phone closed and put it back in his pocket. “What’s all this?” he asked.
“Forms you need to fill out. H.R. sent them over.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, sir. I never kid.”
“I’ve already filled out papers.” He silently added, damn it.
“No, sir. You filled out some of the forms, but not all of them. They said they’d need these back by the end of the day.”
“It’s harder to get out of this place than it is to get in.”
“That’s what a lot of criminals tell us,” the cop responded dryly.
Alec decided he might as well get it over with, opened the folder, and started filling in the first form. It took him close to an hour to finish up, but only because he kept getting interrupted. A detective had gotten a photocopy of Sweeney’s blackmail book and was reading out loud from it.
Alec had just signed the last form when he looked up and saw Bradshaw motioning to him. He picked up the folder to take with him, intending to drop it off on his way downstairs. Bradshaw was waiting by the steps.
“Are you finished with Regan?” Alec asked.
“For now,” he answered. “Wincott took her upstairs to his favorite sketch artist.”
“That shouldn’t take too long.”
Bradshaw snorted. “You don’t know Tony, do you? He’ll keep her for the rest of the day if he has to, until she tells him it’s a perfect likeness. You’ll need to stay with her. I just got a call from Lewis’s kiss-ass assistant. He told me that Regan’s brother and her attorney are headed over here.”
“She’s not a suspect. Did you explain that to her?”
“Of course I did,” he said. “I came close to asking her out too, but I controlled myself.”
“Jeez, Bradshaw. Try to stay focused.”
Bradshaw grinned. “That’s hard to do around her.”
“Who called the brother and the attorney? Do you know?”
“No,” he said. “They’re going to have a conference with Lewis.”
They simultaneously turned to look at the lieutenant. They could see him through the glass clearing the clutter from his desk.
“He’s getting ready for company,” Alec said.
“Important company,” Bradshaw added. “The Madisons have money.”
Money. That was what it was all about with Lewis, Alec thought, as he headed to the front desk to drop off the papers. On his way back, he ran into Melissa and said hello to her. She grunted her reply. When she was past him, she stopped and called out, “Hey, Buchanan.”
“Yes?”
“Tell Regan that when I was working on her piece of crap computer, I removed her from the loop and I forgot to put her back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“She’s got a couple of stations hooked on in network.”
“Melissa, I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She looked vexed. “Do you know anything about computers?”
“Apparently not as much as you’d like me to know, so just explain in layman terms.”
“There are a couple of other people reading her e-mails.”
“Now, how hard was that to say?”
She ignored his sarcasm. “There are a bunch of computers over there at the hotel, and they’re all on the same network. Think of her e-mail like a ball. Yeah, like a ball. When she gets a message, the ball bounces to other stations. Her assistant gets her messages the same time she does. It was set up that way to save time,” she explained. She squinted at him and asked, “Are you getting any of this?”
He wasn’t going to let her irritate him. “You said that there were a couple of people reading her e-mails. Her assistant is one. Who’s the other ball breaker?” he asked with a straight face.
“The ball bounces, Buchanan. It doesn’t break. And it’s someone else in-house.”
“Can you track it to a specific computer?”
“I already did. I don’t remember the computer ID, but it’s in one of her brothers’ offices. I can’t remember which one. It’s all in my notes, which I sent to Wincott. Ask him.”
“Send me a copy of your report.” She was walking away when he stopped her again. “Regan might not know someone else is reading her mail? Is that possible?”
She shrugged. “She might not know.”
Alec turned the corner and spotted Regan through the glass in the door. She was sitting at a computer with the sketch artist at her side. She must have sensed that he was watching her because she suddenly turned and looked at him. And then she smiled. And he smiled back.
Tony tapped her on her arm to get her attention again. Regan reluctantly turned to the screen. Tony was a hard taskmaster. He was an older man who looked like a comedian she’d seen perform at a comedy club a couple of months ago. For the first five minutes or so, she kept expecting him to tell her a joke. Tony didn’t have much of a sense of humor, though. After he shook her hand, he announced that he was a perfectionist and told her that they would work together for as long as necessary to achieve a perfect likeness of the man who had chased her in the park.
It was a surprisingly difficult undertaking. Until she sat down with Tony, she thought she had a good picture of the man in her mind, but that wasn’t the case. Several times she had to close her eyes and try to visualize him again. Being exact about the shape of his nose, his eyes, and his chin was extremely challenging.
When they were finished, she believed the sketch was a good likeness, but it wasn’t perfect by any means. And when Tony removed the glasses and the beard, the man’s appearance completely changed. She didn’t have a clue if that was accurate or not.
Alec was waiting for her outside the sketch artist’s workroom. She handed him the printout and said, “Tony thinks the hair and the glasses and the beard could all be props.” She handed him the second printout of Tony’s drawing. “This is what he might really look like.”
“Does he look familiar?”
She shook her head. “He’s very… ordinary, isn’t he?”
He nodded. “So this might be the…” He started to say bastard and then substituted, “…crazy we’re looking for. He’s nondescript and will blend in with a crowd.”
“Maybe not,” she said. “He was big, as big as you, and just as muscular. His size alone might make him stand out. I don’t know.” She took a breath and then said, “If he’s the man who stole my phone, and if he’s the man who killed Detective Sweeney, and…”
She was too disheartened to go on. “I think Detectives Wincott and Bradshaw are finished questioning me, so I’ll head back to my office. If you or the other detectives need to speak to me, just call or stop by.”
Alec stepped in front of her. “Now, I know you’re smarter than that, and we have been over this, but I’m gonna pretend you still don’t understand. I’ve been assigned to you, and that means that everywhere you go, I go.”
She folded her arms and frowned. The day was proving to be long and arduous. “And as I explained, if I feel I need a bodyguard, I’ll hire one.”