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“Know where they are?”
“I think we covered this already. I don’t.”
“When the fingerprint results on Oxblood come back, that will provide quite a few leads.”
“Good.”Shit, I know it will.
“Geraldine Langhorne?” asked Gibson.
“Again, no clue. Before my time. I dealt with Pottinger, not aka Langhorne.”
“You like comic books?”
She felt an anxiety attack coming on. “Excuse me?”
“Comic books. Superman, Batman?” said Gibson.
“We don’t have time to waste.”
Gibson stared up at her computer screen where she had her own voice analysis program running. She used it when she was interviewing people on the phone in her search for assets. The indicators on the screen were often truer than the words spoken. And after she had preliminarily concluded that Julia Frazier and Clarisse were probably one and the same, she had decided to deploy the analyzer to help gauge whether this conclusion was right or not by asking Clarisse some unsettling questions.
And Clarisse’s stress indicators had just spiked.
Clarisse, who was running a similar program on her computer, watched in dismay as she saw the arrow shoot north onheranswer.
“Okay,” said Gibson. “Just checking.”
Clarisse looked at her Gibson notebook and decided to fire off her own salvo. “Are you worried that your father will do something stupid and endanger you and the kids?”
“What in the hell are you talking about?”
Now Clarisse watched the screen in satisfaction as Gibson’s own stress level spiked.
“I know you told him about visiting Sam Trask because you’re both former cops and have a tight bond. He obviously knows who Nathan Trask is. He’s scared for you. What if he does something rash? I’m not doing this to pull your chain, Mickey. This is business with me.And I’m not claiming to have a big heart, but I don’t want to see anyone get hurt. Especially little kids.”
Gibson didn’t say anything for a few moments and Clarisse had no intention of breaking the silence. Nathan Trask was a real threat to Gibson, to them both really. And she wanted the woman to understand that.
Plus, it might make her forget about the damn comic book.
“My father is not stupid,” Gibson said finally. “He’s not going to start a war with Nathan Trask.”
“I just thought I’d mention it. Now, where do things stand with your and Sullivan’s investigation?”
“Sullivan doesn’t think the woman who was at Oxblood’s home is important. Wrong place, wrong time.”
“What woman?”
“The survey taker. She called herself Julia Frazier. Mean anything to you?”
“No. What sort of survey was she taking?”
Clarisse now kept watch on her stress level on the screen. She needed to keep it at an even level and she did so by taking silent, deep belly breaths and chewing the gum she had just popped into her mouth.
“Some BS. I think she was there for another reason. Sullivan didn’t agree.”
“What makes you think that she’s important?”
“Call it my cop instinct.”
