"That's right; data crime. He was nosing through your files, among others. He hasn't been in touch with you, then, since his arrest?"
"Not that I recall. He might have tried—I probably have five or ten people call this number for every one that gets through. I could have someone check the log."
"That would be fine ... um ... the police might be bothering you about this; they just called me. Lopez died in jail this morning, under suspicious circumstances."
"Oh, that's a pity. For a computer crime?"
"I don't know any details. Just thought I'd give you some advance warning."
"Thanks." All we need is a bunch of cops rubbing shoulders with the reporters. "I'll let you know if anything happens. Buenos dias."
Chancellor Barrett
" Buenos." She broke the connection. Busy woman, that cube thing coming up tonight.
There was a maddening lack of information here. Before calling Deedee, he did a quick mental review of what had happened a month before:
He'd come back from that damned meeting, having asked Deedee to use Lopez to snoop on Aurora Bell. He was straightening up before lunch and a bright red flag came up on his screen: a security compromise warning. It said that Ybor Lopez was grinding away at the encryptation of personnel files. So he didn't have as much jaquismoas Deedee had given him credit for.
Although he would have preferred to let Ybor toil away undisturbed, the cat was out of the bag, whatever that actually meant. So he called in a warrant request and said he'd meet the arresting officer down at the physics building.
Then the screwup with the stunning dart. He'd managed to pocket the ejected data crystal. The sergeant saw but shrugged it off.
There was nothing much on the crystal but universes of data about Deedee and Bell. For some reason, Lopez had been pursuing details about a garage door Bell had bought. If they'd come in a few minutes later, there might have been something interesting there. Lopez hadn't gone off in that odd direction for no reason.
He tried to visualize the Bells' garage door. Nothing unusual.
Barrett put his anachronistic glasses down and rubbed his eyes. Had he indirectly murdered this young man by asking Deedee to check up on Bell? He'd only talked to Deedee about it once, right after the arrest. Lopez hadn't had a chance to tell her anything.
His personal line chimed and he swatted the button. It was Deedee, her eyes red and streaming with tears.
Deedee
"My God, Mai. What have we done?"
"The police talked to you, too?"
"No—it's on the goddamned news.Somebody murdered him."
"What? The cop said—"
"Drug overdose; that's what the news said. But you can't overdose on a DD like Jose y Maria, and people who are on it don't takeother drugs. They don't work ... "
"But why would anybody want to kill him? Just a hacker who wasn't as good as he thought he was."
"I don't know. Maybe he was hacking for someone besides me, besides us. And he found out something dangerous."
"Yeah. I doubt it was Rory Bell."
"The damned drug mighthave been involved. You don't buy it at Eckerd's." She blotted her eyes with a tissue. "If he had a source in jail, they could have killed him easily by putting poison in his dose."
"So maybe they were oversimplifying for the press, when they said overdose."
"Or covering up. If he was getting it in jail, he was probably getting it from the police."
Malachi winced. "Deedee! Maybe we shouldn't talk about such matters over the phone. Can I meet you somewhere?"
She looked at the clock. Lecture in ninety minutes, but she could do it in her sleep. "Down at the mercado? The coffee end? As soon as you can get there."
"I'll be right over." His image faded to black. She hung up and turned off the privacy shield and looked around; nobody else in the office. She got the makeup kit out of her purse and worked on her eyes and sharpened up the tattoo. It would take Mai ten minutes to huff and puff his way to the mercado.
Somewhat fixed, she grabbed a sun hat and her lecture notes and went down the hall to the stairs. A little exercise, not using the elevator, and smaller probability of running into someone.
It was already hot and muggy, under a sky like polished metal. She remembered a New York childhood when sometimes it would have snowed in October, at least by Halloween. But New York was hotter now, too. Her parents' weekend place on Long Island under water for the past decade.
She got an iced coffee from a black kid wearing an Italian peasant outfit, and sat at a picnic table in the shade, pretending to study her notes.
Poor Ybor. She already hated herself for having set him up for jail. And he'd been loyal during the trial, not implicating her. Had he kept that silence in jail? Did the people who killed him know that she was an accomplice?
Accomplice, hell. She was the criminal, and Ybor was just a convenient tool. Or she and Malachi shared the guilt; didn't he start it?
He sat down heavily across from her, mopping the back of his neck and his various chins.
"No hat, Mai?"
"Forgot it till I was outside. So it couldn't have been an overdose?"
"No; that's impossible with bioreflexive DDs. If you shot yourself up ten times, the effect would be the same intensity and duration as one dose. I suppose your penis would hurt more."
He made a face. "I asked for a copy of the police report. That's legitimate. We're still his employer of record. But I doubt it will have anything of interest."
"Better hope it doesn't. Anything of interest probably would point back to us. Or at least to me."
"It might be me as well. During the confusion of the arrest, I picked up the crystal he'd been working on. The policeman saw me do it, or do something, and asked about it later. I sort of bulled my way through it. But if that was on his report, they might come around asking questions."
"Probably not. A prison drug death, they probably just cleaned out his cell for the next guy, and closed his file. Could you read the crystal?"
Malachi nodded and wiped his face with the damp white handkerchief. "You're on there as well as Aurora. Did you ask him to do that?"
"No." That was interesting. "I suppose he was trying to find something on me, for future use. Did he?"
"Oh, I didn't read through it," he said slowly. "The file on Aurora is ten times as big; it took me a week of evenings. Nothing there, as far as I can see."
"You might not be devious enough. Let me see a copy." |
He brought a cube from a side pocket and set it between them. "Take the original. I don't have any use for it."
She rolled the crystal between her thumb and forefinger. "I think this is where we vow not to betray one another."
"I trust you, Deedee."
"A good thing, too." She removed her sunglasses and looked straight into his eyes. "I could hang your ass so high ... "
"Is the coffee good?"
Deedee turned around, startled. It was that crazy woman who pushed the grocery cart around. "Yes. Yes, it's good."
"I'm sorry someone died." She leaned into the cart and rattled past. "Get my coffee, too."