The Dead Man by Joel Goldman

Author:Joel Goldman [Goldman, Joel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents, Fiction / Thrillers, Mystery
ISBN: 9780786020409
Publisher: Pinnacle
Published: 2009-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-six

Frank Gentry materialized in my doorway, his gray suit coat buttoned, his navy and red regimental striped necktie cinched tight and straight against a white, buttoned down shirt. The clock on my desk read five after eleven. I was tempted to stand and salute but waved him to a chair instead.

"Did you find the report I left in your desk?"

"Yeah, thanks. It's a good start, but I need more detail. Can you go deeper and tell me which subfiles each of these people accessed and when?"

"Sure. Are you interested in any specific files?"

"I am. There are videos of the research subjects talking about their dreams. I want to know who accessed the videos for Regina Blair, Tom Delaney, and Walter Enoch."

"Not a problem. You have the report handy? I want to double-check something."

I had tucked the report back into the envelope and put it back in the drawer. I took it out and handed it to him. He studied the envelope, frowning as he turned it over and tapped it against his hand and then got up and closed my office door.

"That's not my envelope. I always write my initials in small letters in the bottom right-hand corner. Habit I got into when I was in the service. My initials aren't on this one. No wonder everyone thinks that little son-of-abitch Leonard killed that girl."

I raised my hand. "What do you mean that everyone thinks Leonard killed that girl?"

"That's the chatter. I'm amazed he hasn't been arrested yet the way people are talking. He saw me go in your office earlier this morning. I closed the door because I didn't like him watching what I was doing. After I left, he must have gone snooping, found the report, and then put it in a new envelope so it would look like it hadn't been opened. No way you would have known the difference."

He handed me the envelope as Detective Carter threw my door open, breathing hard.

"Where's your assistant, Leonard Nagel?"

I looked past him at Leonard's empty desk and came out of my chair. "He was right there a minute ago."

Carter lifted the two-way on his jacket collar to his chin. "Attention all personnel. Lock this building down. No one goes in or out. Find Leonard Nagel," he paused, looking at me.

"White male, dark brown hair, five-ten, hundred eighty pounds," I recited, Carter nodding and repeating the description, looking at me again.

"Approach with caution," I said.

Carter added the rest and clicked off the radio. Half a dozen uniformed cops had gathered outside my office. Sanchez squeezed through the crowd.

"We've checked the entire floor, bathrooms, offices, and closets," he said to Carter. "Caught one guy with his pants down but it wasn't Nagel. We're taking it floor by floor. I radioed for a search dog. We'll flush him out of whatever spider hole he's hiding in."

Milo Harper was next, the cops peeling back to make way for him. "What's happening?"

"Milo Harper, say hello to Detective Carter, KCPD homicide," I said. "They want to talk to Leonard Nagel.

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