Page 91 of You'll Never Find Me

“Okay.”

This was a very strange call. I almost stepped from the room, but then Jennifer started talking fast, and I didn’t want to miss anything.

“Last month I started looking at this report that seemed off to me. I brought it to Mr. Tucker’s attention, but he was distracted—he’s going through a divorce and has been kind of out of it for months. He told me to do whatever I needed to do, but I don’t think he understood the seriousness of the situation. I found a secret account. Pennies of every transaction were sent to the account, and I couldn’t figure out why. The account wasn’t in our annual audit, so I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know specifically what was wrong. It’s not unusual to have automated splits—like your cell phone bill will have a few pennies going to state taxes, to federal taxes, to different surcharges. That’s all automatic—some are a flat fee, some are a percentage of your total bill, which is calculated automatically by the program. So on the surface, the line item isn’t suspicious.”

Her clear explanation helped me visualize the situation.

“But,” Jennifer continued, “I couldn’t figure out where this money was going or why it was diverted, so I downloaded the source code. I didn’t think about calling Logan then because he’s so busy.” Her voice grew even quieter, as if she was afraid Logan could hear. “Then... I saw his wife.”

Suddenly, I had part of the answer I was looking for, even before Jennifer spoke.

“Where?” I asked.

“At the airport. She was with someone I work with.”

“Tucker?”

“No—no, of course not.”

Tucker was logical, I thought. “Then who?”

“Brad Parsons,” she whispered. “He’s the assistant CFO. They were—um—involved.”

“Okay.” I avoided Logan’s questioning gaze. “And then?”

“Mr. O’Keefe had said once that Brittney married Logan for his money and Logan would eventually figure it out. I learned later, from Mr. O’Keefe’s personal assistant Gwen, that Brittney had worked at Desert West, and that’s how she met Logan. She implied that Brittney had been involved with Brad first, but he didn’t make the big bucks. Her words. I wasn’t around then and you know how gossip is, so I didn’t think about it. But after the airport, I was angry and suspicious. I didn’t immediately think it was Brad, but when I was looking at the data again and traced the programming to Mr. Tucker’s office, I thought it had to be Brad.”

“Not Tucker?”

“No. The coding came from his computer, but after hours, and Mr. Tucker doesn’t come in at night.”

“Do you have proof?” I asked bluntly.

“I have all the data on my laptop, but I can’t prove Brad created the account or the code. I hoped that Logan could. But I should have told him everything from the beginning. I don’t want to hurt him. He’s a really good guy and he gave me my first real job.”

Logan was trying to get my attention; I ignored him.

“You told Logan that you were scared, that you thought someone was following you. Do you think it was this Brad?”

“I don’t know. Two men followed me at least twice, I just got a weird vibe. They were watching me last week—I saw them once outside work, and once outside my condo. I got paranoid—you said you know what I did.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve done a good job covering my tracks, but my father is resourceful. I thought maybe they worked for him...but after what happened Sunday, I thought Brad might have hired them to get my laptop. The evidence of what was going on. So—I really don’t know who hired them, but it freaked me out and after being drugged, I had to get away.”

I asked Jennifer, “Where are you now?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Jennifer, I can help you. You’re in danger, and you can’t hide forever. If you need to disappear, I can even help you with that.” With a little money from Logan Monroe, I thought. “Are you in Bisbee?”

A gasp. “How do you know?”

“Good guess.” Nice to know I hadn’t lost my touch when I searched her apartment. “Tell me where, and we can be there in a couple hours. You don’t want to come back here alone until we know what’s going on.”

“I’ll send you the address.”

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