Everyone laughed and proceeded to the dining room table. During dinner, Angie turned to Tom. "What did Sandy do this afternoon that made you leave so quickly?"
Tom put his fork down and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "I can't tell you until I have proof my hunch is right. However, I will tell you that something had nagged me for days and I couldn't put my finger on it until this afternoon."
Angie rolled her eyes. "Oh, thanks. That really told us a lot."
Tom laughed. "In a few days I'll be able to tell you more."
*****
The next day, Tom walked into the small room at the police station that had been set aside for William Bird to work on Autumn Conners' computer. He found the man hunched over the keyboard with a furrowed brow.
"Problems?"
Bird glanced up and slumped back in the chair, tapping his pencil on the desk. "Damn. Whoever locked these files didn't intend anyone to get into them. Can you tell me something about this person? Maybe it will give me a hint."
Tom scooted a chair up to the desk and related all he knew about Autumn, except her name. Bird raised his brows when Tom told him about her computer knowledge, where she'd graduated from college and what year. "Does any of this information help?"
"Yes, definitely. Check back with me in a couple of hours. I want to try a different approach."
Tom went back to his office and found Cliff thumbing through the Conners murder file.
Cliff glanced up. "How's the computer guy doing?"
"Hit a brick wall. Can't get those files open."
"Figures. I did a background check on Mrs. Conners."
Tom took off his jacket and draped it across the back of the chair. "Yeah? What'd you come up with?"
"That little lady is no slouch when it comes to computers. And I might add, she has a good knowledge of guns. More so than her husband in both subjects."
His interest piqued, Tom sat down. "Tell me."
"I reached one of her professors in college. He told me that she developed a system for locking files on a computer that no one could break. The class tried to get her to confess the secret, but she never did. She got cocky and figured she had the computer game whipped. The professor tried to convince her to keep working at perfecting the system she'd designed, but she felt it wouldn't be necessary, that no one would be able to break her code."
"Yeah, Bird's discovered that."
"Think he'll be able to break it?"
"Only time will tell. Now, what about the gun thing?"
"Turns out she applied for the tryouts on the Olympic shooting team."
Tom screwed up his mouth. "Autumn Conners? You're kidding."
"Nope." He pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket. "Five years ago."
"How did she qualify?"
"When she was a kid, her dad used to take her shooting. Had her in all kinds of gun classes. She always finished as the number one marksman. A title she hated. Said it should be called 'markswoman.'"
Tom nodded. "Figures."
"Another little interesting tidbit. Finally found an acquaintance of Autumn Conners. She asked me not to call her a friend, as she didn't care for the woman. About six months ago, she said Autumn jokingly told her that she and Ryan were going to get what they deserved from the Nevers company, even if it meant murder."
"What a strange thing to say to a friend."
"Yep, my thoughts exactly."
About that time, William Bird stuck his head inside the door, a big smile on his lips. "I've cracked the code."
Both detectives jumped to their feet and followed him down the hall. When they entered the room, Tom headed straight for the humming printer and sorted the sheets of paper. He and Cliff sat down at the corner table and concentrated on the documents. Bird continued to click the Print button.
Before long, with a grim expression, Tom glanced at Cliff. "I think we've found our murderer."
Chapter Thirty-three
Cliff had put a rush on the analysis of the shawl and the results came in two days. He scanned the pages quickly, then hurried down the hall to Tom's office and handed him the report. "Your hunch paid off. Ryan's blood and brain remnants were found on Autumn's shawl."
Tom shoved back his chair and shrugged into his jacket. "Okay, let's go." On the way down the hall, he told one of the assistants to get Child Services to meet them at the Conners' residence."
Autumn Conners, wrapped in a dirty blanket, sat huddled in the corner of her couch. She stared at the officers taking her two children from the room as Detective Hoffman read her rights. Then her gaze moved back to Hoffman, locking on his face.
"Do you understand your rights?"
She nodded.
"Would you like a lawyer present?"
Shaking her head, she squinted at him. "Why do I need a lawyer?"
"You're going to be charged for the murder of Bud Nevers and your husband, Ryan Conners."
Her body jerked. "That's crazy," she hissed.
For the first time, Tom noticed fear in her eyes. "Your computer files prove that you and Ryan planned the murder of Bud Nevers."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're only trying to scare me. No one can open my files."
Cliff stepped forward with a sheet of paper in his hand. "They've been opened, Mrs. Conners."
"I don't believe you. You're lying and it won't work." She turned her back to him and pulled the blanket closer to her body.
He began to read from the paper. "Bud Nevers must die a death that looks accidental. Ryan, make all computers at the company read the same, get rid of original records. Lure Bud Nevers to the house, knock him out, inject him with phenobarb. Wear latex gloves. Make sure the Porsche's gas tank is only half-full, drive the car to the hill and push it over the cliff. No evidence will remain on the burned body."
Autumn slowly shifted her eyes toward him, her mouth pulled down in a tight frown. "How dare you. Invading my privacy rights. No one gets into my computer."
Cliff straightened his hat. "Mrs. Conners, your technology is over five years old, which makes it obsolete in the computer world. I'm surprised that you didn't realize that, since you claim to be so computer savvy."
"Why'd you kill your husband?" Tom intervened.
"I didn't," she said, hitting the sofa arm with her fist. "He turned weak and couldn't stand the pressure. When the police started questioning him, he caved in and shot himself."
"Why was the gun on his right side when he's left-handed?"
"He was ambidextrous."
Cliff stared at her. "Explain why fibers from your shawl were under his fingernails and how his brain matter got splattered over the fabric. The man's brains didn't leak out his ears at night, Mrs. Conners. You shot your husband so he wouldn't squeal on you."
"Lies! Lies!" she screamed. "And what have you done with my babies?"
Tom couldn't believe his ears. "You should have thought about that a long time ago. They'll be well taken care of, believe me. Better than living in this pigsty."
Cliff motioned to the two officers in the room. "Get her out of here and book her for murder."
"I'm not going to rot in prison." She suddenly flipped back the blanket, exposing the barrel of a handgun pointed directly at Tom. Before he could react, she let go with two shots.