tab, but we provide the two minis, full software. I don’t know his passcode.”
“I can get it,” McNab assured her.
Inside the locker room he pulled a scanner out of his pocket, ran it over the first lock.
“Changed the factory default, upgraded. Wait.” Using his thumbs he keyed in some sort of code, ran the scanner again. “Serious upgrade. Bank-vault quality on a gym locker. Huh.”
“How long is this going to take?” Eve demanded.
“He redid the works, and he’s got a thirteen-digit code on there, layered. It’s going to take a few minutes.”
Eve jammed her hands in her pockets, thought of Roarke. Her husband, the former thief, would likely slip through the damn locks like smoke. But she could hardly ask him to put a pause on his day as emperor of the business world to open a damn gym locker.
“Why would he go to all this trouble?” Lill wondered. “What the hell has he got in there?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out.”
“Why the hell not get a lockbox at home, or a bank box?”
Eve watched McNab painstakingly work through the code. “Employee locker’s free, right?”
“Yeah.” Lill sighed, shook her head. “Cheap bastard. Shit, shit! That’s horrible. He’s dead. I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Eve advised.
“Maybe I could get you all something. Some juice, a smoothie. We have some really nice teas. Why don’t—”
“Got it!”
The last number clicked, disengaging the primary lock.
“Okay, he put two layers of twelve on this one,” McNab muttered, more to himself than the room. “Total overkill, total waste ’cause all I have to do is . . . Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Numbers popped up on his scanner, glowing red as he tapped his thumbs, jiggled his hips, tapped his foot in the dance so many e-men choreographed while working.
Seconds ticked to minutes until Eve had to pace away and back again a few times to keep from nagging him to get the damn thing open.
“Nearly there, Dallas. Not such a tricky one. Just tedious. He spent a lot of time on the layers, but no pizzazz. Just takes some time.” He glanced over at her, grinned. “Watch it be empty after all this! Wouldn’t that be a bitch?”
“Don’t make me kick your ass, McNab.”
“Last sequence coming up, locking in, and . . . bam! Overridden. It’s all yours, Lieutenant.”
“Okay, let’s see what was so fricking important.”
It wasn’t empty.
Wrapped packs of bills formed neat stacks and rows. Low denomination, Eve noted, banded in thousand-dollar packs.
“Holy shit!” Lill clamped a hand on Eve’s shoulder as she leaned in, goggled. “Holy shit, where did Trey get all that money? Cash money. Who has that kind of real money anywhere?”
“Good question. Peabody, let’s get an accurate count with Ms. Byers as witness, then seal and log. He put the second lock on when?”
“Ah. God. Maybe a month ago,” Lill managed. “Maybe more like six weeks. Yeah, more like six weeks ago.”
Just what kind of side business had Ziegler launched in the past few weeks? Eve wondered. Whatever it had been, it had proven lucrative and deadly.
“A hundred and sixty-five thousand, Dallas. A hundred and sixty-five thousand-dollar stacks, and one broken stack with five thousand. Crisp new twenty-dollar bills,” Peabody added. “Rubber-banded. Not bank-banded.”
“Seal it up. McNab, go through the staff comps here, then take his home unit, his ’link. Do the works. We appreciate your time and cooperation,” she told Lill.
“Will you kind of keep me up on things? I can’t believe Trey had all that money in there. I can’t believe he’s dead. None of this is really getting through, you know?”
“Will let you know what we can when we can.”
“Okay. Oh, listen, let me get you a bag. A complimentary Buff Bodies gym bag. You can’t carry all that money out of here in those clear bags.”
“Good thought.”
Once it was loaded up in the bold red bag with the glittery double B logo, Eve glanced at her wrist unit. “We’re going to take a good, hard look at his financials. We need to get this into evidence, then double back here, talk to Coburn, check in with Morris, and start working down Ziegler’s client list.”
“I know but, Dallas? I’m carrying a hundred and sixty-five thousand dollars in a gym bag.” Peabody slung it over her shoulder like Santa Claus as they walked back out into the cold. “I mean, jeez! Ho, ho, freaking ho!”
“I’ve never held this much money at one time in my life. I thought it would be heavier,” Peabody said as they walked into