"Were you able to get into St. John's computer?"
"Nope. Rockworth's security's good, much better than Ascension. They got a serious system."
"So nothing, huh?"
"Not exactly nothing. I mean, I couldn't get into any of the financial stuff, like I did with Ascension. I think I could if I had more time, but I don't think it'll do any good. At least for the guy you want. I don't think this guy St. John is still in the system. I think all his info's been wiped out. Once I downloaded all of this chick's stuff"-he nodded at Belinda Lambert's BlackBerry-"I could do a basic hack and get into his Outlook. But there's nothin' there."
"E-mails?"
"Gone. And I can't find 'em without having access to his hard drive. I can't recover that from outside."
"Did he have a calendar in the system? Maybe an address book?"
"Yeah. But someone wiped it, too."
"You're sure?"
"Definitely. A few days ago."
"So you can't retrieve any of it?"
"I didn't have to."
"I'm afraid you did. It's pretty important."
"No," Ben said. "That's not what I mean. I didn't have to. It's like you said-everything on his system was automatically carried over onto this Belinda person's computer. I looked at some of her stuff, too, and man, did she have some crazy e-mails. Is she hot?"
Justin ignored the last question. "The stuff on St. John's computer is still saved in Belinda Lambert's BlackBerry?"
"Yup."
"And you can access it?"
"Yup. Already did."
"Ben, I'm sorry, but I want to make sure I have this straight. When St. John's calendar book and address book were erased, that didn't erase what was transferred to Belinda's BlackBerry?"
"Yeah, I'm tellin' you, it wasn't erased. I mean it was, but whoever did it didn't understand the way this St. John guy set his work up. Everything entered into his Outlook system or anything sent to him on e-mail was automatically transferred to her name and became a separate entity. It was like it was automatically cc'd to her-you know what I mean? It didn't just put his system onto hers, it created a separate entity."
"And St. John had to have known this, right?"
"I think so. You said he's the one who set it up, right?"
"Right." Justin looked at Reggie. "It means St. John wasn't the one who erased the material. If he had, he would have figured out a way to erase Belinda's, too." He turned back to Ben. "Right?"
"Yeah. I mean, that's what I'd say. But I'm just the computer geek. You're the cop-you know what I mean?"
Justin smiled. The broadest smile he'd managed in quite some time.
"I transferred it all to your computer," Ben said. "Filed under St.John. It's a cool name. You want to see it?"
Both Justin and Reggie dashed over to the computer screen. They said "yes" in unison.
"What do you want to see first?" Ben asked. "How about his task list?"
"Sure," Justin said. "And then go to his calendar book."
Ben scrolled through Ellis's current task list and the past month's worth of his appointments. Nothing jumped out at either Justin or Reggie. His list of things to do was fairly mundane. And most of the names on his calendar were either unknown to them or seemed reasonable to be there. Until Ben got to the date that Harmon was killed. It was a Thursday. That morning's typed-in notation said "EH/EEH." In parentheses-even this guy's calendar was perfectly organized and arranged-it said "See directions/adbk."
Justin looked at Reggie.
"Too good to be true," he said.
She nodded. "EH. The guy had a meeting with Evan Harmon. In EEH. Right here in East End Harbor."
"Ben," Justin said, "I want to make sure of this. Go to the listing for Evan Harmon in the Outlook contact list."
Ben typed in the word "Harmon" and clicked on "search." There was no mistaking the notation in the date book. In the space reserved for "Additional Information" under Evan's contact listing were specific directions to Evan and Abby's house. Seemed pretty clear. Evan Harmon was murdered on Thursday evening, six days ago, on Justin's birthday. Ellis St. John was at Evan's house that day-or, at least, his date book said he was supposed to be there. Justin looked at the next day's calendar. For Friday, all that was marked was another "EH." Same for Saturday and Sunday. Justin shook his head.
"The secretary said he had plans for the weekend. Secret kind of plans. Said he couldn't be reached."
"This guy Ellis was spending the weekend with Evan Harmon?" Reggie was incredulous.
Justin shook his head. "Seems like. But I'm telling you, it doesn't make sense."
"Wow," Ben said. "Is this really about the Harmon murder? This is so cool I can't believe it."
"Ben," Justin said, "is everything you could find on St. John downloaded into my computer?"
"Yeah, but like I said, it's not much. It's mostly just the e-mails and calendar stuff that was shifted to that Belinda girl's system."
"I think you can still make a couple of classes today."
"You mean I'm done?"
"Call your mom to come get you. You're done."
"But you're the hero of the day," Reggie added.
"Yeah, yeah," Ben said, "but I'm still gettin' my money on Friday, right?"
"I'll hand-deliver it first thing."
The kid turned to Justin. "And my DVD recorder?"
"Get outta here, Ben."
"Lemme know if you need anything else. This is a sweet gig."
"You'll be the first to know," Justin told him.
Their computer whiz kid was finally out the door, and Reggie and Justin turned back to the screen.
"So what happened?" she asked. "Ellis got dumped and he went berserk? And killed Evan Harmon?"
"And then what?" Justin said. "He killed Ron LaSalle and Wanda Chinkle and hired a Sicilian hit man to take out Bruno and got a Chinese woman to kill that guy who worked for LaSalle, Stan Solomon? Come on. Ellis St. John's a gay Willy Loman. He's not a mass murderer."
"Well, as long as you're coming up with things that make no sense," Reggie said, "care to explain how David Kelley's stun gun figures into all this? You got a connection between Kelley and St. John?"
"I've got a better connection between Kelley and the man in the fucking moon," Justin said. "None of this makes any damn sense at all."
He paced tightly out to the living room, veered into the kitchen for a moment, then paced right back out. He pounded his hand against the wall, a short, furious punch that cracked the paint.
"That's not all that productive," she said, "but it's a little impressive."
"All right," he said, rubbing his knuckles. "Let's see what we've actually got from all the stuff that Ben gave us. Let's just look at it in black and white."
He spent a few minutes entering everything they'd culled through and organized into the Hades file in his computer. When he was done he printed up the lists and cross-references they'd made, as well as the sheets of information that Ben Jenkins had managed to steal, all separated into various sections. Ben had managed to tap into the Ascension travel records-and Forrest Bannister had indeed lied. All company travel was booked through one agent: conveniently enough, through the in-house travel agent for Rockworth and Williams-another service that primary brokers clearly provided. Records were also kept by Bannister's secretary for every single trip that every employee made. Ben had also gotten a list of every client who invested with Ascension, individual and corporate. Amazingly enough, he also had a record of how much the investment was. There were also pages and pages and pages (several hundred) that, as near as Justin could tell, were records of Ascension trades. He couldn't follow them in any kind of real detail, but he was amazed that the kid had managed to get them.
He and Reggie started their organizing with the names. The first group of names needed no descriptive heading. It listed the three people who had been murdered up to this point (they didn't include Stan Solomon because they both felt he wasn't a target; he was an incidental victim, someone who'd just managed to get in the way during the course of a robbery): Evan Harmon, Ronald LaSalle, and Wanda Chinkle. Under each name, they listed any other names-of people as well as companies-that had a direct connection and could be deemed relevant to the investigation. Then they listed names that had surfaced to which there was no known connection, trying to pinpoint any gaps in the various chains.