Cold Case Part 3

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She looked at him, still singing the praises of the girl who'd insulted him. He can play with fire if he wants to, but I don't want anyone else burned He can play with fire if he wants to, but I don't want anyone else burned.

For Matt Hunter, Leif's story of the doings at the Delmarva Club gave a fascinating-and not too pleasant-peek into the world of the rich and powerful. Leif might joke about lynch mobs, but he had undoubtedly pa.s.sed quite a few uncomfortable minutes after his run-in with Nicola Callivant.

That Charlie Dysart must be a real piece of work, Matt thought as the others began cheerfully ragging on Leif and Andy Moore. Matt couldn't imagine leaving a friend dangling in the wind-especially if he'd been responsible for putting the friend out there in the first place.

But that's what Dysart had done. Leif's ride home had suddenly vanished into the crowd, probably before Nikki Callivant's eyes could incinerate him or the well-soaked Leif could desecrate the upholstery of his collector car. He hadn't helped Leif. In fact, he seemed to have gone out of his way to pretend that he didn't even know him.

The club was a bad place to be-especially if you weren't exactly welcome, you were soaking wet, your ride had vanished, and your wallet-phone had picked that moment to die. Leif had finally dried off and called for a cab. The hit to his pride probably matched, if not exceeded, the damage to his Universal Credit Card account. A ride from Wilmington to Was.h.i.+ngton made for a hefty fare-especially since he'd have to pay for the cab's empty trip back as well.



Matt could just imagine Leif's comment as he got in the car: "Driver, I'm about to make you a wealthy man."

The rest of the night probably hadn't all been that humorous, Matt was ready to bet. Leif hadn't much gone into that. But he had mentioned that in the end he'd waited for the cab standing outside on the pillared porch, still slightly damp.

Apparently, the chill of a February night had been preferable to the deep-freeze atmosphere inside the ballroom. Megan, being her usual vengeful self, asked Leif what he was going to do about Dysart.

"We go to the same fencing club," Leif explained with a barbed smile. "Charlie is not going to enjoy his next practice bout with me."

Leif had been genuinely embarra.s.sed as he begged his friends' pardon for the disturbance this latest escapade had caused them.

"I guess it's nice to know your parents care," Maj said.

"More than you know." Leif sighed. "That will be the last time I go out for a bit. I'm grounded for the foreseeable future. I'm not sure which they thought was worse-that I scared 'em by going missing, or what I was up to while I was missing. Dad's more interested in finance than keeping the family name out of the papers, but my mom-"

"Couldn't be happy about gaining a Callivant for an enemy," David finished. "It could even blow back on your father. The Callivants have lots of pull-"

Leif gave an unbelieving laugh. "You're as bad as Andy with that stupid deportation joke. I traded words with a teenage girl. What are they going to do about it?"

He was a little more serious as the group began breaking up. "Can I have a private word?" he whispered to Matt.

"Your place or mine?" Matt replied.

Moments later they switched from Megan's amphitheater to Matt's flying desktop. Grinning, Matt adopted the cross-legged lotus yoga position as he floated in the starry night sky. "What's up?"

"Just something I was reminded of during my evening in h.e.l.l," Leif said. "I wasn't actually in Wilmington, but in a town outside the city boundaries-a place called Haddington."

Matt looked at his friend in puzzlement. "And what-"

Leif interrupted, breaking the town name in two. "HADDING-ton. As in a town founded by somebody named Hadding."

Matt realized his mouth was hanging open, so he shut it. "Those Haddings?" Haddings?"

"A bit of the story I'd forgotten," Leif admitted. "There was also a really strict chaperon keeping an eye on things. Charlie said she was the widow Hadding, who'd apparently lost a child to some sort of disaster."

"Pretty weird," Matt said. "Imagine stumbling over that place-and that lady-right after talking about it."

Leif nodded. "It reminded me that there are two families involved in the case-two rich rich families, both of whom can use high-priced lawyers." families, both of whom can use high-priced lawyers."

"Why would the Haddings want to hush up all references to their daughter's death?"

"Some society families might consider murder somewhat...vulgar." Leif shrugged. "Go figure."

Matt took a moment to absorb what his friend was saying. "I guess that makes some sort of bizarre sense."

"I keep telling you, buddy, the rich are different," Leif said.

"What you're telling me now is that Ed Saunders may have the reclusive Haddings on his back instead of, or in addition to, the snotty Callivants." Matt threw out his arms. "More enemies-great! Well, it's unlikely that I'll have much chance to discuss the case with Ed. It's a dead matter now. He's pulled the plug on the sim."

As he spoke, one of the icon objects on his floating desktop began to glow-the ear.

"Looks like someone is trying to get in touch with you," Leif observed.

Matt picked up the icon and gave a command. A list of virtmail messages appeared in the air before him, urgent flames licking around an all-too-familiar name. "Speak of the devil, as the old saying goes."

Leif craned his neck. The glowing letters were backward from his point of view. "Something from Saunders?"

Matt gave another command, and the floating message s.h.i.+fted to a position where they both could read it.

"Another meeting," Leif said.

"Because the hacking-excuse me, the 'attempts at unauthorized data extraction'-have continued." Matt gave his friend a look. "What is it with lawyers that they need five words to do the work of one?"

Leif shrugged. "What is it with your sim partners that one has to keep sticking his nose-"

"Or hers," Matt pointed out.

"You're showing a bit of lawyer there yourself," Leif joked. "That someone has to stick a gender-nonspecific unpleasant word where it has no business being stuck?"

Matt was rereading the virtmail message. "From the looks of the last paragraph, I'd say the mysterious client must be the Callivants." He pointed. "The Haddings might be able to threaten Ed the Stork with expulsion from the Social Register. But I think it would take Callivant clout to start an audit on the poor guy's back taxes."

Leif nodded. "You going to go to this meeting?" he asked.

"Kind of a waste, talking about a sim that's not going to happen anymore." He dismissed the message but didn't erase it. "After this tax thing, I'm sure sure Saunders won't want to work with us." Saunders won't want to work with us."

"Who are you kidding?" Leif said. "You've got a whole new mystery now. The Case of the Hidden Hacker."

Matt hated when people saw through him so easily. "All right, I'll probably check it out."

"Just be careful," Leif advised. "You guys are already being hit with taxes. Can death be far behind?"

I dressed with special care for tonight's meeting. It reminded me of the grand finales Lucullus Marten sometimes staged for the end of a case. More likely, though, this would turn out to be the sort of loud argument that usually happened when suspects were drawn, one way or another, into the great man's office.

Too bad Marten wouldn't have his special heavy-weight chair to sit in.

I chose a bold-and expensive-silk tie that a wealthy lady friend had given me as a gift. It went well with the blue flannel suit I was wearing. While it was the best in my wardrobe, I figured Mick Slimm would probably appear in something more expensive. He was the kind of guy who'd think nothing of spending five hundred simoleons for a tasteful sport coat. Milo Krantz probably spent even more on his shoes. Spike Spanner could just as easily come in a saber-toothed tiger pelt-something to match his caveman personality.

It took two tries to get the knot the way I like it. I turned to the mirror and did the necessary with the military brushes, then slipped into my jacket. Enough with the preliminaries. I was ready for the main bout.

Matt pulled back from the Monty Newman persona, maintaining his appearance as a proxy image. At a silent command Newman's virtual bedroom vanished, to be replaced with Matt's floating works.p.a.ce.

He knew why he'd let himself sink into the virtual character's confident, slightly smart-aleck style. Matt was nervous. It was ridiculous. He'd done nothing wrong. Why should he worry over what these people-rivals in a mystery sim-might be thinking about him? More than one of them seemed, as Monty Newman might say, "decidedly loony."

Why else would a hacker keep digging into the Hadding case after the fictional Van Alst murder had come to a cras.h.i.+ng halt? It wasn't just useless, it was obviously painful for the Callivants-and definitely troublesome for Ed Saunders.

Matt allowed himself to arrive a few minutes late for this meeting, to find the other partic.i.p.ants, all proxied up as their fictional sleuth counterparts, sitting in a circle around Saunders's desk.

Surprise, surprise. Lucullus Marten's mammoth chair had been included. The big man leaned on his cane, trying to get Maura Slimm out of its vastness-while also trying to avoid bursting a blood vessel.

"Young lady-" he began. The tone was unmistakable. It said, "I am no longer amused. In fact, I never was was amused with you." amused with you."

"Oh, Lukie," Maura's chirpy voice replied, "don't be a spoilsport."

"Let him have his seat, darling," Mick Slimm said.

"Yeah, give him a break," Spike Spanner put in. "Before he starts breakin' the furniture."

Marten settled his bulk in the big leather chair. Matt took a much smaller seat beside him.

"Mr. Saunders," Marten said, grabbing the role of spokesman, "I'm sure all of us here regret your additional troubles."

"All, apparently, but one," Milo Krantz interjected, the light from Saunders's desk lamp glinting off his spectacles. "I confess myself at a loss, however, as to the manner of finding that person."

"A fine bunch of sleuths we are," Mick Slimm joked.

"Yeah," Saunders said. "That's the problem." He looked less like a stork today and more like a hunted rabbit. "So here's what I'm going to do about it. I'm giving you people twenty-four hours. If the hacker hasn't contacted me by then, and agreed to stop this nonsense, I'm sending a virtmail to the lawyers, explaining that I've stopped the sim-and giving them a list of your actual ident.i.ties."

"You can't do that!" A lot of the perkiness had dropped from Maura Slimm's voice. "Our privacy-"

"Was waived in the sim agreement you all signed," Saunders grimly replied. "You should have read the small print. It's just a form that I copied from the programming handbook, but now I'm glad I did. Maybe, if I cooperate with these people, they'll stop putting the screws to me and go looking where the trouble is really coming from."

It was almost funny to see this geekoid trying to look defiant.

Funny, Matt thought, except for the trouble it would cause except for the trouble it would cause.

"I'm sorry to do it," Saunders said. "But you leave me no choice."

5.

That does it, Matt thought glumly. What are they going to do now? What are they going to do now?

The silence of the other make-believe sleuths only seemed to underscore his gloom.

Surprisingly, Lucullus Marten provided an answer. His heavy, square face moved to take in the half-circle of unhappy sim partic.i.p.ants. Then he turned to Ed Saunders.

"Would you mind very much giving us a moment or two of privacy?" the big man asked.

Saunders looked just like a startled bird. "Um-no," he said. "Take as much time as you need."

An instant later the sim's creator had vanished from his seat.

Marten leaned back in his big thronelike seat. "My dear colleagues," he said. "We face a most onerous accusation-but, it seems, an inescapable one. I was hoping that, in the absence of the teacher, as it were, someone might be willing to admit to a little wrongdoing."

"Just among us?" Maura Slimm said sweetly.

Marten nodded.

But everyone in the room stayed silent.

Marten blew a great, gusty sigh. "I feared it would not be as easy as that," he admitted.

"Of course not!" Milo Krantz snapped. "The...hacker"-he made a face as the slang term escaped his lips-"this person would have to be witless to make an admission before witnesses. This is not a case of returning the teacher's apple to the desk, no questions asked. Legal sanctions have been invoked. There may even be criminal penalties."

"Well, that little speech should really encourage whoever it is to speak up," Mick Slimm said tartly.

His wife aimed a suspicious stare at Krantz. "Or maybe you planned it that way to cover yourself. You've obviously been doing a lot of thinking about the situation."

"Again, one would have to be witless not not to think of the consequences," Krantz snapped in reply. to think of the consequences," Krantz snapped in reply.

"Let's just can it," Spike Spanner growled. "We can talk in circles and point fingers until our time is up." He tapped a beefy finger to his chest. "I'm telling you I didn't do it."

"Nor did I," Marten spoke almost immediately.

"Well, I certainly wasn't poking around where I shouldn't." Maura Slimm turned to the man lounging against the arm of her chair. "Were you, Mickey?"

"It strikes me as a sucker's game." Mick Slimm ran a finger along a carefully clipped mustache. "Saunders was only using this case to provide a framework for whatever would happen in our sim. Who'd know which actual facts he might include-and which he would toss out?"

"I suspect our director would have been wiser to let the charade go on," Marten rumbled, "while looking to see whether anyone used any of the discarded elements you mentioned."

"Too late for that," Krantz sniffed. "How unfortunate you didn't mention that plan earlier."

Maura Slimm continued to give the tall man a beady stare. "What I don't see you you mentioning is your innocence, Mr. Krantz." mentioning is your innocence, Mr. Krantz."

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