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used the master key to open the plate glass front door of OAM Securities and stepped inside.
He shouted out. “Someone working late?”
A scuffling noise came back. Coming from the CEO’s office. Tyrone Montague’s door.
Someone hastening to stop what they were doing, perhaps?
Brogan moved closer and waited. “I know you’re there.”
These situations were always difficult. There was no question of allowing him or anyone else in security to be armed. All he had was the two-way radio that connected him to the command center and, if matters necessitated it, the heavy torch that was slung from his belt.
Brogan moved through the trading area, its workstations empty now, and into the CEO’s office. It was more a suite than an office. The area outside the inner sanctum had three desks that would have been manned by assistants during daytime. The area was also empty now. Nothing suspicious.
In the inner office, Brogan found few signs of disturbance. The drawers of the CEO’s desk had not been opened. There were no papers lying scattered around. On the far side of the office there was a second exit, a door left ajar. Whoever had been here had left that way and would be heading back out to the corridor on the other side of the floor.
Brogan prepared to head off in pursuit but then he noticed something.
The table-top computer had been in use just moments before and had not yet gone back to sleep.
Brogan stared at the screen.
His heart stopped.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing this.
There on the screen was the image of a beautiful woman. Dark hair, bright, brown eyes that the years of deprivation had not dulled.
He was looking at an image of his sister. Della Brogan. The first time he’d seen her in all these long years.
He forgot about the intruder. Whoever it was, whatever they had been here to find, mattered little to him now.
Sitting in the CEO’s chair, in Ty Montague’s seat of power, he stared at the picture of Della, taking in every detail of her appearance.
She looked happy. Her smile and the sparkle in those brown eyes told him that. And she was no longer poor. The jewelry at her neck was proof enough. Yet there was an absence in that face. A something missing in her look that meant all was not as it seemed.
Brogan clicked the mouse. The image disappeared.
He tried all he could to bring Della back but nothing worked. He’d seen her and now she was gone. But it didn’t matter. He knew she was alive. He knew she’d survived. That was worth more than anything to him.
The radio beeped. The automatic check on his position.
Brogan returned to awareness of the situation.
Should he log this as an incident? There would be an internal investigation. The police would be informed. But there had been no external breach of security. He would have been alerted to that. The intruder was almost certain to be someone already in the building.
Brogan wasn’t quite sure why, but it was something about having seen the image of his sister that meant he didn’t respond and, instead, took his time to turn off the computer.
Something in Della’s look had told him this was the thing to do.
He spent the next two hours on his rounds, combing though the building, floor by floor. He found over twenty night-time sleepers who’d decided not to bother going home. Any one of them could have broken into Ty Montague’s office. He noted the names of those he knew. But keeping record was not uppermost in his mind.
He was thinking of Della and how he was now certain he could find her.
CHAPTER 31
What Evan Hamilton didn’t need to tell any of team at The Herald was they were under pressure to come up with results. Since the breakthrough story that had led them to be nominated for the Insight Award , their investigation had produced some good copy but not a single front page headline, no new killer story. Doubters were already circling, making the newspaper’s management restless, to say the least.
Hamilton
He shouted out. “Someone working late?”
A scuffling noise came back. Coming from the CEO’s office. Tyrone Montague’s door.
Someone hastening to stop what they were doing, perhaps?
Brogan moved closer and waited. “I know you’re there.”
These situations were always difficult. There was no question of allowing him or anyone else in security to be armed. All he had was the two-way radio that connected him to the command center and, if matters necessitated it, the heavy torch that was slung from his belt.
Brogan moved through the trading area, its workstations empty now, and into the CEO’s office. It was more a suite than an office. The area outside the inner sanctum had three desks that would have been manned by assistants during daytime. The area was also empty now. Nothing suspicious.
In the inner office, Brogan found few signs of disturbance. The drawers of the CEO’s desk had not been opened. There were no papers lying scattered around. On the far side of the office there was a second exit, a door left ajar. Whoever had been here had left that way and would be heading back out to the corridor on the other side of the floor.
Brogan prepared to head off in pursuit but then he noticed something.
The table-top computer had been in use just moments before and had not yet gone back to sleep.
Brogan stared at the screen.
His heart stopped.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing this.
There on the screen was the image of a beautiful woman. Dark hair, bright, brown eyes that the years of deprivation had not dulled.
He was looking at an image of his sister. Della Brogan. The first time he’d seen her in all these long years.
He forgot about the intruder. Whoever it was, whatever they had been here to find, mattered little to him now.
Sitting in the CEO’s chair, in Ty Montague’s seat of power, he stared at the picture of Della, taking in every detail of her appearance.
She looked happy. Her smile and the sparkle in those brown eyes told him that. And she was no longer poor. The jewelry at her neck was proof enough. Yet there was an absence in that face. A something missing in her look that meant all was not as it seemed.
Brogan clicked the mouse. The image disappeared.
He tried all he could to bring Della back but nothing worked. He’d seen her and now she was gone. But it didn’t matter. He knew she was alive. He knew she’d survived. That was worth more than anything to him.
The radio beeped. The automatic check on his position.
Brogan returned to awareness of the situation.
Should he log this as an incident? There would be an internal investigation. The police would be informed. But there had been no external breach of security. He would have been alerted to that. The intruder was almost certain to be someone already in the building.
Brogan wasn’t quite sure why, but it was something about having seen the image of his sister that meant he didn’t respond and, instead, took his time to turn off the computer.
Something in Della’s look had told him this was the thing to do.
He spent the next two hours on his rounds, combing though the building, floor by floor. He found over twenty night-time sleepers who’d decided not to bother going home. Any one of them could have broken into Ty Montague’s office. He noted the names of those he knew. But keeping record was not uppermost in his mind.
He was thinking of Della and how he was now certain he could find her.
CHAPTER 31
What Evan Hamilton didn’t need to tell any of team at The Herald was they were under pressure to come up with results. Since the breakthrough story that had led them to be nominated for the Insight Award , their investigation had produced some good copy but not a single front page headline, no new killer story. Doubters were already circling, making the newspaper’s management restless, to say the least.
Hamilton
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