Chapter 75
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I was industriously wiping down the picture frames along the wall of the corridor that housed the offices of the senior deputy directors. Each photograph, document, and award brought me closer to Quinn’s office.
Finally I was there. It was dark and had the closed, stuffy odor of unused rooms. WithQuinn out of town, his personal assistant had used the opportunity to take some time off.
Even so, I didn’t have a lot of time.
A quick search of his assistant’s desk revealed nothing.
There was a whole bunch of nothing in Quinn’s desk, as well. On his desk, though—that was another ball of wax.
I turned on his computer, slid a disc in the CD-RW drive, and then started copying allthe files on his hard drive. As each disc filled up, I slipped it into a thin CD wallet and replaced it with another blank one. When it was done, I yanked up my shirt,slid the wallet into the back of the twill work pants that were part of Dwayne’s uniform, and tucked my shirt back in.