Like a support group. Do the Cabals offer stuff like that?”
“They do, but separately. They strongly discourage interaction with the employees of other Cabals.”
“What about therapists or social workers? Would they share them?”
Lucas shook his head. “What I believe we’re looking for is someone who has obtained access to employee files at the Cortez, Nast, and St. Cloud Cabals.”
I looked across the room at my laptop. “They’re all computerized, aren’t they? So someone hacked into the system…and I cannot believe I didn’t think of that.”
“You wouldn’t because you aren’t familiar with Cabal record-keeping procedures, and the amount of personal detail they keep. You won’t find many corporations who keep records of their staff’s personal situations. Nothing in a Cabal employee’s life is sacred. If someone’s mother-in-law has a gambling problem, the Cabal knows about it.”
“For leverage.”
“Not just leverage, but security. If that mother-in-law gets in trouble with a loan shark, her half-demon son-in-law may use his powers to permanently solve the problem. Likewise, a runaway Cabal child could be a potential security threat, so they keep track of them, and probably know more about their whereabouts than their parents do. As for hacking into the system, while it’s possible, Cabal security is top of the line.”
“Everyone thinks their security is top of the line,” I said. “Until someone like me slips in the back door.”
“True, but the systems are protected by both technical and supernatural means. To hack them would require a supernatural with an inside knowledge of Cabal security systems.”
“Someone who worked in the computer or security departments. Probably someone who was fired in the past year or so. The old ‘disgruntled employee’ theory.”
Lucas nodded “Let me phone my father. See whether we can find anyone who’d fit that theory.”
Lucas had no trouble getting the Cortez Cabal employee list. Benicio knew that while Lucas might love to keep a copy of that list for his own investigations against the Cabals, he would do the honorable thing and destroy it as soon as it had served its stated purpose. Getting the other Cabal HR departments to cooperate wasn’t nearly so easy. Benicio didn’t tell them Lucas would be accessing the list, but they didn’t want any Cortez getting his hands on their staff records. It took two hours just to get a list of dismissed employees’ names and positions.
Those lists were surprisingly short. I thought the Cabals were holding out on us, but Lucas assured me they looked accurate. When you hire only supernaturals, and you find ones who work out, you bend over backward to keep them. If they don’t work out, it’s better to make them disappear rather than hand them a pink slip…and not just to avoid paying severance. A pissed-off supernatural employee is a lot more dangerous than your average disgruntled postal worker.
Once we narrowed the list down to employees in the computer and security departments, we had two names from the Cortez list, three from the Nasts, and one from the St. Clouds. Put those together and we had five possibilities. And no, there was nothing wrong with my math skills. Two plus three plus one should equal six. So why did we have a list of five names? Because one appeared on two rosters. Everett Weber, computer programmer.
According to the Cortez files, Everett Weber was a druid who’d worked as a programmer in their Human Resources department from June 2000 to December 2000, on a six-month contract. That didn’t qualify as a dismissal, but people often take contract jobs expecting them to turn into permanent positions. We needed to find out how amicable Weber’s leaving had been. And we needed details of his employment with the Nasts. Lucas phoned Benicio again. Seventy minutes later, Benicio called back.
“Well?” I said as Lucas hung up.
“Preliminary reports from the Human Resources department indicate that Weber’s contract ended without rancor, but my father will investigate further. It’s not uncommon for managers to be less than forthcoming when confronted with a potentially unreported employee problem. As for the Nasts, Weber worked in their IT department from January of this year until August, in a contract position.”
“Another six-month contract?”
“No, a one-year contract that ended after seven months, but the Nasts refuse to elaborate.”
I slammed my laptop shut. “Damn it! Do they want this guy caught or not?”
“I suspect the problem is coming from both sides. My father would be reluctant to let the Nasts know we’re raising questions about someone in particular. Otherwise Weber may disappear into Nast custody before