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tragedy that day hadn’t been limited to his family. Marcus Rappaport still worked for them, having risen high enough in the corporation to be his right-hand man. Although he was considered one of the most eligible men in the parish, he’d never remarried. Some losses, James knew, left a void that couldn’t be filled.

      “The time frame of this case will make it challenging,” Tori stated. “Witnesses move away or die. Memories fade. But technology has grown more advanced, too.” She gave a shrug. “Maybe that will prove to be to our advantage.” She began pulling things from the file he’d brought and arranging them in piles around her on the sofa, in an order that made sense only to her. “At any rate, I intend to reinterview the people who processed the accident scene, at least those I can get hold of. Is the name of the salvage yard the car was sold to included in this file?”

      “The remains of the car were destroyed long ago.” And he knew that precisely because he’d already attempted to trace it. “There’s nothing left to examine with new technology.” James felt a surge of impatience, which he tempered. There ought to be ways to find the truth that he hadn’t thought of…ought to be avenues to explore that he hadn’t considered. Not for the first time he questioned whether he’d made the right choice pursuing this thing.

      Then he thought again of the note that had arrived today. Your parents were murdered. You’re next. And then it was really quite simple to recall just why he’d gone down this path. And just how badly he needed answers, one way or another.

      He shifted in his chair, tamped down frustration. There was a sense of powerlessness in putting this into someone else’s hands, however close he intended to supervise. He didn’t much care for the sensation. “I received another message today.”

      Her gaze was sharp. “What did it say?”

      Lifting a shoulder, he said, “More of the same. But it did mention my parents again. If this was simply about extortion, I would have expected to receive the demand for cash already. Or at least some indication of what information the sender has to trade.”

      “He could just be whetting your appetite until you’re anticipating just that, before striking with the promise of more for a price.” Her head was still bent over the file, but her voice was certain.

      “Sounds like you have a fair idea of how this guy would think.”

      “Well, I have met my share of dirt bags. And we don’t know the sender is a guy.” She did look up now, and caught his gaze on her. “Unsigned notes give a guarantee of anonymity, and they’re nonconfrontational. They could just as easily be from a woman. But I tend to agree with you. I doubt the sender is after cash. The tone of the messages are a bit too personal. Have you made any enemies lately?”

      He gave a grim laugh. “Honey, if we’re going to list all my enemies, we’ll be here all night.” From the arrested expression on her face, he’d managed to surprise her.

      “Let me guess. Your magnetic personality or boyish charm?”

      He wondered if he should be offended. “Neither, although I can be quite charming, given the right circumstances. But Tremaine Technologies is considered to have made a pretty rapid rise in the global economy in the last twelve years. We’re listed as one of the five premiere encryption/decryption software corporations in the world. All modesty aside, there’s only one other in this country even in our league, and that’s Security Solutions. The biggest contracts in the past four years have gone to one or the other of us.”

      She cocked her head consideringly. “So if your company was out of the running, they’d all go to this Software Solutions?”

      “Probably, at least for a time. But sending anonymous notes hardly fits the profile of Simon Beal, its owner and CEO.”

      “Don’t be so sure.” Setting aside the paperwork she was sorting, she crossed to an overflowing desk tucked in one corner of the room and pulled a pen and a legal pad from the top drawer. “Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you’re being considered for an important new project?”

      “Yes, and so are a handful of other companies. Beal is the only real competition, although Allen Tarkington of Creative Technology considers himself in the running.” Rising, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, for once not mindful of the crease.

      “So any one of those companies, Beal’s especially, would have reason to want you distracted right now.” She jotted a quick note down on her pad before looking up again. “I assume that this business is competitive, right? Companies willing to do what it takes to get an edge?”

      His smile was as sharp as a blade. “That edge usually takes the form of corporate espionage. Arson. Sabotage. Even the odd bullet on occasion.”

      Tori gaped at him, her eyes wide. “Wow. Guess that’s where the phrase corporate warfare comes from.”

      He inclined his head. It was an appropriate enough term. “If one of the other business leaders was trying to eliminate me from the competition, I think they’d engage in something more direct than anonymous notes.”

      Her expression had gone shrewd. “But a direct attack would have police scrutiny turned on them. Maybe this was deliberately planned to be more subtle, and you haven’t reacted the way you were supposed to. The whole publicity angle is exactly why you didn’t go to the police, but most people in your shoes would have. From there it would be an easy enough task to get the information leaked to the press. Fan the flames a bit, pay off a reporter or two and you have the Tremaine family history, past and present, in headlines and on TV for days, complete with hype and speculation about this newest development. Given the global prestige of your company, the story is sure to be picked up by the Associated Press, and lo and behold, all those Pentagon types are reading about you and your current problem over their morning coffee.”

      The accuracy of the picture she painted was startling. “You catch on fast. It would be a roundabout way to approach things, but it’s conceivable.”

      “And even better, at least from the sender’s standpoint, it’s unexpected. So why don’t you, for sake of argument, give me the names of the companies in the running for that contract, along with their locations and CEOs?”

      James rattled off the information, only half thinking about it. The scenario she’d just described was possible. Entirely possible. And it would somehow be preferable to believe it than to discover that he’d been wrong all these years about his parents’ accident. That he had failed them somehow by not suspecting the truth and bringing those responsible to justice.

      He was very much afraid that, if true, his failure to act would haunt him for the rest of his life.

      Belatedly he became aware that she was speaking again.

      “…just a theory.”

      “I’m sorry, what?”

      “I said, right now, with what we have to go on, this is a theory, one among many. I just don’t want to overlook anything.”

      “Nor do I.” He glanced at his watch, surprised to find it was nearly nine. “I’ve taken enough of your time this evening. I should go.”

      She rose, in a fluid stream of motion that he couldn’t help but appreciate. “You’re going to drive all the way home tonight?”

      He shook his head. “We have a place on Lake Pontchartrain. I’ll stay there and drive to work in the morning.” He headed for the door, leaving her to follow him. He felt an odd reluctance to leave. It was a sort of relief, he realized, to be able to talk this through with someone. To finally have a plan of action. He’d spent long hours considering sharing it with his brothers, but his first instinct had warned against it. When this was over, when he had the answers he needed, he’d tell them. He owed them that. But until he had something to report, the uncertainty could only cause them pain. He wasn’t willing to inflict that unnecessarily, especially if this was just a ploy by one of his competitors.

      As the eldest in the family, responsibility was in-grained in him. He

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