“I don’t know,” she said. “I really don’t. What I aim to do is find out for you. I can copy his files. I know his computer password.”
“OK,” he said into the phone. “Just print it out and fax it to us here, will you?”
“Must be working somewhere, right?” I said.
I thought about it. Couldn’t see how I could say no to that.
There was silence again. I looked at him. This was a stubborn guy. Probably forty-five. You don’t get to be chief of detectives in a Georgia jurisdiction if you’re forty-five and black except if you’re a stubborn guy. No percentage in jerking him around. I drew a breath.
“You’re a cautious guy?” I said. “That’s for damn sure.”