pick out the best shots, send them to Stephen, then get rid of the evidence. I don't keep that shit on my computer."
"You e-mailed the pictures to Stephen?"
"I sent the best three. The rest weren't so good. He got them. I know he got them-he wrote back and said."
Pike said, "When?"
"Five days ago, I guess. It hadda be five."
Dana said, "The day after I saw him."
I glanced at Pike, and Pike nodded. We were both thinking the same thing.
I said, "Have you gotten an e-mail from Stephen in the past three days?"
"No."
Pike's mouth twitched. Stephen had been working at a laptop when we saw him three days ago. It was the only computer we saw, and we took it. George Reinnike's picture was in my car.
I pushed Thomas's computer out of the way, put Stephen's laptop on the table, and turned it on. Thomas came over to see.
"If you had Stephen's computer, why didn't you just ask him for the goddamned pictures?"
Pike said, "Shut up."
The screen filled with a dark blue desktop. The DESKTOP FILES icon opened the hard drive, but revealed nothing more than a long list of files with meaningless names. I knew the list of call girls and business records were somewhere in the files, but nothing was labeled BLACKMAIL or JOHNS. We would have to make Stephen show us, but Stephen had already told his lawyer that we had taken his computer. If Stephen turned up beaten to death, the lawyer would probably suspect.
Pike said, "Anything?"
"Nothing obvious. We'll have to go back to Stephen."
Thomas said, "Let me ask you something. What's so important about me taking his picture? What you expect to see?"
"Reinnike's license plate."
Thomas seemed vague for a moment, but then his right eye flickered. Thomas was working on something.
"I think I got that. You can see the back end of his car pretty good in one of the shots I sent."
I said, "Do you know his password?"
"You think he wants me checkin' his mail? Would you?"
I waited. I didn't have to wait long. Thomas saw a way out and he was spooling up to make his offer.
"I send him these pictures, he's gotta download them, right? He's gotta save'm, print'm, make copies, whatever, so he can use'm to shake down the johns. If he downloads them into a file, then we don't need his password to get into his e-mail; all we gotta do is find the picture files, right?"
"Get to it."
"I figure you got three ways to get'm. You take that thing to the police like you was gonna do with mine, and maybe they find'm and maybe they don't. The other way is you pack it back to Stephen like you said, hope he's home, there aren't any witnesses, nothing like that, then put a gun in his mouth and hope he don't delete'm while you're looking the other way."
"What's the third way?"
He stared at me without expression in a way that made me feel obvious. I felt myself flush.
"What?"
"Whatever you're after is important to you. You've been here twice now, and you're in a hurry. You don't want to wait for the police and you don't want to mess around with Stephen. I'm not saying I can find those pictures, but I got an idea how, so maybe I can save you some time."
He let it hang. I knew what he wanted.
"When I send Stephen the pictures I give each of them its own name. If Stephen didn't change the names, I might be able to find them. Save you all that time. But I gotta get a pass on the crimes. I got the three strikes."
Pardy might go for it. He told me he wasn't interested in sex crimes, but this was a slam-dunk blackmail and extortion conviction, and it was a major case. If he wouldn't go for it, Diaz would go for it. I thought I could deliver the deal.
"Show me the pictures."
"You gotta get me a deal."
"I'll get you the deal."
Thomas sat at the laptop. He opened and closed several scrolls until a window appeared, asking which file he wanted to find. He typed DANA1.JPEG, then clicked a button to initiate the search. A tree chart showing files within files appeared with the DANA1.JPEG at the bottom.
Thomas suddenly laughed as the tension blew out of him.
"Be damned."
The tree chart showed that DANA1.JPEG was in a file called DUMMIES, which was in a file labeled ASSOCIATES, which was tucked within another file called ED'S VACATION, which had been