put in some overtime. I asked her to work late. We’ve been shorthanded this week, with two of our auditors at a convention. They were due back, but there was an accident—a car accident. One has a broken leg, and the other’s in a coma. Was, I mean. I just got word he came out of it, but they’ve put him under again for some reason. There’s no brain damage, but he has broken ribs and needs more tests and . . . I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That’s not why you’re here.”
“When did you ask Marta to work late?”
“Just yesterday. Yesterday morning when I talked to Jim, the one with the broken leg. They won’t be able to travel back. They’re in Vegas, at a convention. I told you that. Sorry. They won’t be able to come back to work for several days, at least, and we had audits pending. I asked Marta to pick up the slack. I worked until eight myself, but then I took the rest home. Marta was still here. She said thanks for dinner, Sly. I ordered us some food about six. For myself, Marta, and Lorraine.”
“Lorraine?”
“Lorraine Wilkie. She and Marta both worked late. Lorraine and I left at the same time, but I’d given Marta the bulk of the work. She’s the best we have. She’s the best. I didn’t know she’d stay so late. I should’ve told her to leave when I did. I should’ve gotten her into a cab. If I had, she’d be all right.”
“What was she working on?”
“Several things.”
He took out his pocket ’link when it signaled, glanced at the readout, hit ignore.
“I’m sorry, that can wait. Marta was finishing up an audit of her own, had just begun another. And I gave her three more—one assigned to Jim, and the others to Chaz. And I asked her to look over some work done by a trainee.”
“Would Marta have told anyone about these assignments—details, I mean—names?”
“No. That information would be very confidential.”
“We’re going to need to see her work. I’ll need you to give me access to her files.”
“I . . . I don’t understand.” He lifted his hands, palms up, like a man offering a plea. “I’d do anything to help. But I can’t give you confidential material. I don’t understand.”
“Mr. Gibbons, we have reason to believe Marta wasn’t the victim of a random mugging, but was abducted when she left the office, taken to another location where she was killed. Her briefcase was taken. That would have contained at least some of her work, some of her files.”
As his hands lowered, he simply stared. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I don’t understand you.”
“We have reason to believe Marta Dickenson was a specific target, and that she may have been killed due to her work.”
He sat down heavily. “They said—on the report—it was a mugging.”
“And I hope they’ll keep saying that for the time being. I’m telling you it wasn’t, and I’m telling you to keep that confidential. Who knew she was working late last night?”
“I . . . I did; Lorraine; Josie, Marta’s assistant; Lorraine’s assistant. My admin . . .” Head slightly bowed, he pushed his hands repeatedly through his thin hair. “God. My God. Anyone might’ve known. It wasn’t a secret.”
“Cleaning crew, maintenance, security?”
“Yes, well, the crew came in to clean while we were working. And security requires logging in and out. I don’t understand,” he repeated.
“Just understand we need to see what she was working on.”
“I—I—I need to talk to Legal. If I could, I swear to you, I’d give you everything, anything. She was my friend. You think someone killed her because of an audit?”
“It’s a theory.”
“I don’t see how this can be.” He began to rub his fingers across his brow, back and forth, back and forth.
“Talk to your lawyer. Tell him a warrant’s in the works. We’ll get it. Judge Yung will see to it.”
“I hope she will, and quickly.” He pushed to his feet. “I think you must be wrong, but if there’s any chance—any—I want you to have what you need. She was my friend,” he repeated. “And I was responsible for her here, in this workplace. I don’t know how I can ever tell Denzel . . . It’s my fault, any way it happened. It’s my fault.”
“It’s not,” Eve said flatly, because she thought he needed it. “It’s the fault of the person who killed her.”
GIBBONS GAVE EVE ACCESS TO MARTA’S OFFICE, then, as requested, went to