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"The only brewery that uses this hop is near Birmingham. Now, we got an image of the NGO intruder on CCTV and, because of the hop, I thought I'd check the Birmingham CCTV tapes. Indeed, the same man arrived at New Street station several hours later, getting off the train with a large rucksack. We lost him in the crowds, I'm afraid."
Rhyme considered this. The big question was: Were the hops planted on the tool to lead them off? That was the sort of thing that he could only get a feel for if he had examined the scene himself or had possession of the evidence. But now it was just down to what Sachs called a gut feel.
Planted or not?
Rhyme decided. "Inspector, I don't believe it. I think Logan's pulling a double reversal. He's done this before. He wants us focused on Birmingham while he goes ahead with the hit in London."
"I'm glad you say that, Detective. I was leaning that way myself."
"We should play along. Where is everyone on the team?"
"Danny Krueger's in London with his people. So's your FBI man. The French agent and the Interpol chap were checking out leads in Oxford and Surrey. They didn't play out, though."
"I'd get them all to Birmingham. Immediately. In a subtle but obvious way."
The inspector laughed. "Making sure Logan thinks we've swallowed the bait."
"Exactly. I want him to think we believe we have a chance to catch him there. And send some tactical people too. Make a noise about it, make it look as if you're pulling them back from the shooting zone in London."
"But in fact beef up the surveillance there."
"Right. And tell them he's going for the long shot. He'll be blond and dressed in a gray uniform."
"Brilliant, Detective. I'll get right to it."
"Keep me posted."
"Cheers."
Rhyme ordered the phone to disconnect, just as a voice from across the room intruded. "Heh, the long and the short of it is your friends at SSD are good. I can't get to first base, hacking in." It was Rodney Szarnek. Rhyme had forgotten about him.
He rose and joined the officers. "innerCircle's tighter than Fort Knox. And so is their database management system, Watchtower. I really doubt somebody could break in without a massive array of supercomputers, which you just aren't going to find at Best Buy or RadioShack."
"But?" Rhyme could see that his face was troubled.
"Well, SSD's got some security on the system I've never seen before. It's pretty robust. And, I've got to say, scary. I had an anonymous ID and was wiping my tracks as I went. But what happens? Their security bot broke into my system and tried to identify me from what it found in the free space."
"And, Rodney, what exactly does that mean?" Rhyme was trying to be patient. "Free space?"
He explained that fragments of data, even deleted data, could be found in the empty space of hard drives. Software could often reassemble it into readable form. The SSD security system knew that Szarnek had covered his tracks so it had slipped inside his computer to read the data in the empty space and find out who he was. "It's pretty freaky. I just happened to catch it. Otherwise . . ." He shrugged and took comfort in his coffee.
Rhyme had a thought. The more he considered the idea, the more he liked it. He looked over at the skinny Szarnek. "Hey, Rodney, how'd you like to play real cop for a change?"
The carefree-geek visage disappeared. "You know, I don't really think I'm up for that."
Sellitto finished chewing the last of his sandwich. "You haven't lived till a bullet breaks the sound barrier right next to your ear."
"Wait, wait, wait . . . The only time I do any shooting is role-playing games and--"
"Oh, you wouldn't be the one at risk," Rhyme said to the computer man, as his amused gaze slipped to Ron Pulaski, who was closing his phone.
"What?" the rookie asked with a frown.
Chapter Twenty-five "Anything else you need, Officer?"
Sitting in the SSD conference room, Ron Pulaski looked up into the emotionless face of Sterling's second assistant, Jeremy Mills. He was the "outside" assistant, the young officer recalled. "No, I'm fine, thanks. But I wonder if you could check with Mr. Sterling about some files he was getting together for us. A list of clients. I think Martin was handling it."
"I'd be happy to bring it up with Andrew when he's out of his meeting." Then the broad-shouldered man walked around the room, pointing out the air-conditioning and light switc
