certain he’d chase it if he thought the truck could get anywhere near up to speed. After glaring through the windshield for several seconds he glanced at me.
“You turn it on, Skip. Don’t play mind games with me.”
As if he didn’t with me
“What are you getting at?”
“Then what do you do, James? After you turn it on.”
“Punch in some lame password like Beerville.” James had come up with it. I wouldn’t take credit for that.
“Won’t open unless you punch in that password?” He didn’t understand what I’d just seen.
“You know it won’t.”
“I just watched Sandy Conroy punch in his password.”
“So?”
“From above the computer. From the smoke detector camera, James. The one we had installed.”
“Yeah? So what?” He was irritated.
“James, I can zoom in and steal his password-his code.”
“Oooh. Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“You saw the code?” He was silent for a moment. “That’s pretty impressive. But do we need to do that?”
“I don’t know, but that’s how easy it is.”
“You just watched him, dude. You actually saw every key?”
“I did. If I replay it a couple of times, I could walk in and open everything in his files.”
“So we know his code. And there’s got to be some heavy stuff on that computer.”
“You’d think.”
“Mmmm. So what are you thinking?” No longer irritated. A little bit of intrigue and James was engaged.
I hadn’t been thinking much of anything, but it just kind of spilled out. It made sense in a perverse way. “So I’m thinking that Feng was talking about installing programs using a code and this other guy told him that it was up to Feng to get it done. They were counting on him. I mean, maybe he’s setting up a spy thing at work.”
James shook his head. “Come on, pally, what are the chances that he’d be doing the same thing we’re doing?”
“James,” I shot him my pity look, “you’re the one who found the GPS unit under the truck. We’re pretty sure that Feng attached it that night in our parking lot. And at the same time we were bugging Feng’s wheels. What are the chances?”
“There’s that.”
“Could this have anything to do with Ralph Walters being killed?” I don’t know why I said it, but it just seemed to fit.
He was silent for a moment. “You saw Feng messing around with Carol Conroy’s Lexus.”
“I’d swear it was him.”
“When he left in a gray Honda, someone else was driving. Could have been the guy in the scuffed shoes.”
“Could have been.”
“Then Feng starts following us in a gray Honda. By now he knows that you’re dating Sarah. He knows you had drinks with Conroy’s wife, and he knows you’re setting up a security system for Synco Systems. He also knows we’re on to him. By now he’s figured we took the GPS off our truck and put it on the UPS truck.”
That’s what we knew. And all combined, it meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just wanted the money. Damn, I wanted the money. And I didn’t want anything to come between me and the money.
“And you think this all leads back to Ralph Walters’s murder?”
My brain was screaming. “James, it doesn’t really matter.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”
“I’m-we’re getting paid for three things. Installation of the system. Me pretending to date Sarah. And bugging offices for Mrs. Conroy. I guess I’m saying who cares if Feng is a counterspy?”
“You know you just said something, amigo. Something that triggered a brainwave.”
“What?”
James wheeled the truck into our parking lot, bumping the sidewalk with his front tires. “We’re installing a system.”
“We are.”
“So are they.”
“They?”
“Synco Systems. We’re installing a system, with codes, passwords, and who knows what, so Synco Systems will be safe-while Synco Systems is building a security system for the Department of Defense, so they’ll be safe, which will have codes, passwords, and who knows what.”
“Yeah? So what?”
“I wish I knew. Maybe Ralph Walters knew what it meant. Codes, passwords, programs. Maybe Carol Conroy is afraid she knows too much. She thinks someone is out to kill her, Skip. That’s why we’ve got the side job.”
The loud, cackling laugh startled us both, and I stared at the screen. Sandy Conroy was staring intently at his computer screen, laughing at the top of his voice. I wish I could have seen what he was looking at. I needed a good laugh.
“Man, I hate to say this.”
“What?”
“I feel really dumb mentioning this.”
“James, what are you talking about?”
He hesitated, cranking the windows of the box truck, letting air into the vehicle. “Skip, promise me you won’t tell anyone I said this.”
I could do this. Most of the things James said, I would have been embarrassed to mention.
“I think we should talk to Em about this.”
“What? You want to talk to Em?”
“She’s usually pretty levelheaded about these things.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying this.”
“Come on, you know most of our attitude toward each other is just for show. I mean, she knows what’s going on, including your pretend tryst with Sarah. I’m sure she’ll have some good ideas. Just don’t tell her this was my idea.”
I seriously don’t think Em likes James. But it didn’t make a lot of difference. “James, I don’t want to go any further with this. I’ve got three paychecks coming, and if I screw around with any of them-”
“Yeah.” Sandy Conroy picked up his phone. It took us both by surprise. There he was, down below, barking into his phone. It looked like he was doodling on a pad of paper as he talked, and it felt like we were watching one of those really bad movies that come on at three in the morning. The lighting was harsh, the sound was scratchy, and the acting was cheesy.
“You come down to the office in about an hour. We’ll talk.”
Silence for thirty seconds. This thing needed fast forward.
“Look, you little bitch, there’s a lot going on you don’t understand. When the time is right, it’s right. You don’t say a word about my wife or what’s been going on between the two of us. Do you understand? Sarah, I swear I will destroy you if you mention one word of this relationship to anyone. Man up, little girl. It will be over soon enough. I want to see you in one hour, do you understand? In my office. In the meantime, stay in your office, and pull yourself together. I told you things would be fine once we finish this project.”
James was staring at the screen. I was staring at James. He still hadn’t shut the engine off, and with the cost of gas it was getting rather expensive.
“Show a little maturity. I’ll come over tonight.”
I felt sleazy. This was a private matter and here we were like Peeping Toms. On top of that, I was being paid.
