"I was talking to his wife yesterday. It should be easy enough to pick her out." I leaned forward a little, scanning the images that were loaded onto the screen. "None of these is her."
He grunted and scrolled the screen over to the next page. "These are the third and fourth disks."
The first lot of images was a continuation of the previous ones, but a buxom blonde began appearing in the latter half. "That's Jacinta Nadler," I said, pointing.
"And a rather well-endowed lass she is," Stane said as he enlarged one of the pics. "Let me guess—she's a stripper or works as a topless waitress in a strip club."
"Not every woman who has large tits works in a strip club," I said dryly.
"Oh, I know, but she has the look."
"There's a look?"
He nodded. "It's mainly reserved for those who have been in the business for a while—there's a world-weariness evident in their eyes." He indicated her picture. "She's young here, but she's got it, which suggests she'd been working at the game for quite a few years before she married Nadler."
I remembered the impression I'd had that Jacinta Nadler had never been the innocent she made out to be—even at eighteen. "So how do you know so much about strippers and their game?"
He grinned. "Hacking into strip club security cams is an entertaining way to keep the skills up, not to mention have a bit of fun."
I snorted softly. "Why would a well-to-do businessman risk his reputation by marrying a stripper?"
Stane laughed. "Are you kidding? Look at her. I'm betting Nadler was in his forties when the two of them were hitched. She's blond and big-breasted—the classic type of woman men like him seem to go for when their midlife crisis happens."
"Yeah, but they don't often marry them." And I'd never thought to ask her how she'd met Nadler, which was stupid because it might have given us another means to find him. I frowned. "Don't suppose you could do a search on her, and see if you can pull up a bit of history?"
"Tax file records are probably our best bet if we want to know where she worked."
That had me raising my eyebrows. "You can get into the tax office records?"