any children?â
âNone that I know of. He and Lizbeth havenât been married that longâonly a matter of months. There could be kids somewhere from a previous marriage, but I wouldnât know about that. Again, that might be in a personnel file as well, especially if the children were listed as beneficiaries under the group insurance policy.â
âHow much insurance?â
âTwo and a half times his annual salary. A quarter of a million, less some change.â
âYou paid him a hundred thousand a year, then?â
Whitten nodded. âSalary plus.â
âPlus what?â
âA finderâs fee on the new investment dollars he brought in.â
âIf he was making that kind of money, there shouldnât have been any financial difficulties. Were there any other problems?â
Whitten gave me a sidelong glance. âYou meanproblems with anyone other than me?â
âLook, Mr. Whitten, letâs donât make this difficult. At this point, I donât regard you as any more of a suspect than I do anyone else. If youâd like me to Mirandize you and let you have a lawyer present when we talk, Iâd be happy to oblige. For right now, Iâm just gathering general information.â
By then, we had arrived back at the D.G.I. garage and pulled into a parking place. I opened the door to get out. When Bill Whitten made no move to exit the car, I settled back in my seat, closed the door, and waited. For almost a full minute, neither one of us moved or spoke. Whitten seemed to be pondering something important, and I didnât want to rush him. Finally, he made up his mind.
âI believe I already told you Don Wolf wasnât a nice man,â he said.
âYou did mention something about it.â
âWell, I wasnât just blowing smoke,â Whitten said defensively. âI have proof.â
âWhat kind of proof?â
âMy father was a pioneer in the in-store security business. He started his companyâthe company I started out withâback in the mid-forties, right after the war. In the economic boom that followed, shoplifting became a rising phenomenon. Stores that were large enough to pay the freight hired their own in-house detectives and security, but lots of companies were far too small to handle that kind of expense on a full-time basis. My dadâs company provided roving bands of detectives for hire who went from store to store on a needs-only basis.
âIn the sixties, as soon as the technology became available, Dad became a pioneer in installing in-ceiling or wall-mounted security systems. Later on, we branched out into scanners as well.â
âVideo cameras, you mean?â I asked.
âYes, among other things. My dad died of cancer a number of years ago. When I sold the whole thing off a couple of years ago, I made out like a bandit. So did my mother.â
âWhereâs all this family history lesson going, Mr. Whitten?â
âD.G.I. is my baby,â he said. âIâm the one who started it. Iâm the one who brought in the scientific expertise to do the research and who raised most of the money that built this building yet Don Wolf thought he could walk in here and take it away. Instead of just letting him have it, I decided to fight him with all the tools at my disposal.â
âSo?â I asked, although I had a reasonably good idea of where Billâs seemingly rambling tale would end up. âAre we talking employee surveillance here?â
Whitten nodded. âItâs the same kind of system we had in our old corporate headquarters before we sold it off. This one is newer, of course. More bells and whistles. Thereâs a hidden camera and microphone in every office,â he explained. âI donât necessarily use all of them all the time.Some of them, the ones at the front of the building and in the garage and elevators, are on twenty-four hours a day.
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