Angels (Nevada James #3) (Nevada James Mysteries) by Matthew Storm Page B

She’s dead now.”
    “Oh. I’m
sorry.”
    “I want
everything it has. Every call made, every call received, voicemails, texts,
whatever. If there’s GPS on it and you can figure out locations where it’s
been, all the better.”
    “That’s
not a real thing,” he said.
    “Whatever.
You get the idea.”
    He
pressed a button on the phone and studied the screen. “I can’t believe this
thing even has a password,” he said. “Well, it shouldn’t take much to break it.
Maybe if I shake it really hard…”
    “You can
do it?”
    “Of
course I can do it. I’ll get in touch when I have something.”
    “How
long?”
    “I don’t
know. A day?”
    “A day ?”
    His lips
tightened. “This is a little tricky with my parents here, Nevada. I can’t tell
them we’re not going to dinner tonight because I have to crack a phone for a
detective. I’m not supposed to know how to do that. I’m not supposed to know you ,
for that matter.”
    That was
frustrating, but also just a little bit funny. “They have no idea what you do,
do they?”
    “They
think I’m a day trader. Foreign currency markets. Just like Fitch. We know the
lingo and we can sell that story to professionals, if we want to. We even have
the trade history to back it up.” He looked at me. “I shorted the Euro five
minutes before the GDP numbers came out yesterday, you know. 187 pips to the
good. Now if Janet Yellen had said…” he stopped and looked at me. “I was about
to make a joke but it’s not going to be funny if you don’t know who Janet
Yellen is.”
    “I
don’t.”
    “Then
forget it. It was very funny, though.”
    “I’m
sure it was. Anyway, catch up with me when you’ve got something, then? And say
hi to your parents for me.”
    “Yes to
the first, no to the second. What are you going to be doing?”
    “I don’t
know,” I said. “I think I’ll go solve a murder. Or four.”
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
    I called
Dan Evans from the car five minutes after leaving the parking lot. I started
talking as soon as he picked up. “Do you want to tell me why the hell Sarah
Winters is on a desk?”
    “Not
even a hello today?” Dan asked. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m
really far from all right,” I said. “Someone murdered my informant and…” I
really didn’t want to go down that road with him right now. “What’s wrong with
Sarah? If you’re punishing her from the Ellis thing I swear to god…”
    “Hang
on,” he said. “I’m in my office. I need to close the door.” I waited until he
came back. “Okay,” he said. His voice had dropped an octave and was now in a
register similar to that of an angry volcano. “You need to fucking listen to me
right now. If you think I’d punish Sarah over what happened with Ellis
then you have never met me.”
    I’d have
had to admit that was true, although I wasn’t really in the mood to admit
anything. “All right,” I said. “I shouldn’t have jumped to that conclusion.”
    “And?”
    “And
what?”
    “Say
you’re fucking sorry, Nevada. It would be a nice change.”
    I bit my
lip. “I’m sorry. All right?”
    “You’d
better be.”
    “Well,
that’s what I just said, isn’t it? Shit, Dan. I’m having a bad day. I shouldn’t
have taken it out on you, though.”
    He was
silent for a moment and I knew that hadn’t taken the fight out of him, but he
had to be considering the scene I’d just come from. “Fine,” he said. “Forget
it.”
    “Why is
Sarah on a desk?”
    “We’re
right back to…” he started. “You want to know why? Because I don’t need another
fucking you . That’s why.”
    The
fight hadn’t been taken out of me, either. I was ready to go again. “What the
fuck does that mean?”
    “Think
about it, brain surgeon.”
    I wished
I could have seen his face just then. He had to have realized how awful that
line was while he was still saying it, but it must have been too late to stop.
I snickered. “Do you want