'Probably.'
'But you don't care.'
'I'm not the sex police,' I said. 'I just want to know who killed Trent Rowley.'
'God; I almost forgot that was what you were hired for.'
'I try to keep track,' I said.
'Did Cooper have anything to say about the longhaired man?'
'Not really. Said he was a friend of O'Mara's and because O'Mara asked, Cooper had his secretary call and get the guy into the dining club.'
'Does he know the man's name?'
'Doesn't remember. Says his secretary might know.'
'And when the man just sat there at the bar, you don't think Cooper wondered?'
'If you want to be president, and there's a guy who knows about you what O'Mara knew about Cooper ...'
'You don't ask,' Susan said. I nodded.
'So why would this friend of O'Mara's be following you?'
'Worried about what I might find out about Kinergy?'
'Why would he care?'
'Well, he is the corporate pimp,' I said.
'I suppose,' Susan said. 'Do you really think that's all it was?'
'No,' I said. 'I don't.'
'Do you know what else it would be?'
'Not yet,' I said.
49
Marty Siegel came to my office carrying a pigskin attache case and looking like he was on his way to an inauguration.
'Are you sure you're an accountant?' I said.
'I am the best accountant in the world,' Marty said.
'I know that,' I said. 'But you're supposed to be geeky and wear glasses and a pocket protector.'
'Would contacts cover me?' Marty said.
'Accountants don't wear contact lenses.'
'And if they're any good they're not hanging around with you, either,' Marty said. 'Be glad I'm atypical.'
Marty put his pigskin attache case carefully on the seat of one of my client chairs and sat just as carefully in the other one. He was tall and lean with long black hair that waved back over his ears. He wore a black silk suit, a white shirt with a Windsor collar, and a white silk tie. His face was clean-shaven and pefectly tanned. He even had a little cleft in his chin.
'I've arranged for you to do a full audit at Kinergy,' I said.
'Access to the site?'
'Yep.'
'Nothing off limits?'
'Nope.'
'No time limitation?'
'Nope.'
'You have something on the CEO?'
'Yep.'
'Good,' Marty said. 'What I've seen so far, they could use a good audit.'
'You already know things?' I said.
'Of course,' Marty said. 'Would I be the world's greatest CPA and not know anything yet?'
'Whaddya know?'
Marty looked at my coffeemaker. The pot was nearly full.
'You got coffee made?'
'Yes.'
