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He d leave the extra position for the time being, until he worked out the
pathways, but took a moment to adjust the diagram so that the oval containing
the White-Haired man now lay on the left beneath Anastasia.
Okay. Likely fact: Anastasia Van der Stegen was linked to Warburg.
Second: Gleeson, although on the surface working for Warburg, probably worked
for Van der Stegen.
So where did that leave him? He had to explore the missing links somehow.
Pinpin Dan was an obvious candidate, but he was out of the picture completely.
That left Billie, and she was gone too. Gleeson he already knew about.
He stared at the chart and chewed at his bottom lip. Not enough. If he could
find the pair that had been at Pinpin s apartment, then he might be able to
find out what had happened to Pinpin. Apart from that, his only other option
was Anastasia Van der Stegen.
The Van der Stegen girl was a problem. Everything he d seen told him she was
a spoiled little rich girl used to getting her own way. From what he could
tell, she was the only child, and that only made matters worse. The
performance up at the big house in the Residence had shown him that she was
fully aware of what she could do, the way she could play men, and maybe women
too, but he had no firsthand experience to tell him that. Okay, so she was
potentially dangerous, but only in the way she impacted his clarity. How could
you trust your gut feelings when your guts were in disarray? Well, not quite
the guts, but close . . .
As for the other pair, he still had no clue who they might be. Pinpin had
made a call to someone unknown and that pair had shown up. A man and a woman.
Had Pinpin called them? Maybe, but unlikely. Billie had described them as big.
Long dark hair and short red hair. A big woman and a big man. But anybody
could be big to Billie s perception. It was all relative. Hey, stupid again,
Stein. She d slipped out of his awareness as someone on the periphery, but the
woman who d accompanied Van der Stegen to his offices had been a big woman
sporting short red hair, and there d been that flash of recognition, that
glimpse of interest. It was possible. Had to be. Billie had said there were
two of them. Would Van der Stegen s staff have the capacity and resources to
doctor the records at Pinpin Dan s apartment? Probably. He remembered the
sense of unease she d generated with her presence. Time to ask a couple of
questions.
Van der Stegen had left his card, hadn t he? Jack shuffled around the
apartment, trying to find where he d left it. He d collected too many cards
over the last couple of weeks. Finally he found it shoved at the back of a
shelf. One of these days he was going to have to get more organized. He
slotted in the card and made the call.
It took some time for the system to answer, and when the display faded into
colors and life, it was only pseudo-life. An auto-answer program spoke the
inevitable words. The person you are calling is unavailable at the moment. If
you d like to leave a message, do so now. Have a good day.
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Jack grimaced. Mr. Van der Stegen, it s Jack Stein. I have a couple of
things I need to verify with you. It s to do with a couple of your employees.
I would prefer not to go into details right now, but if you could call me back
as soon as you re free, I d appreciate it.
Then he remembered. Shit! Billie s block was still on his home system. Van
der Stegen couldn t call him. He ordered up the screen and called again. Mr.
Van der Stegen, Jack Stein. I m sorry to bother you again. There s a problem
on my home system. I m afraid it s out of action right now. You can reach me
via my handipad. Thanks.
So, as far as that lead was concerned, he had little option but to wait for
Van der Stegen to get around to calling him. If the pair at Pinpin s apartment
were those whom Pinpin had actually called, and they also worked for Van der
Stegen, then that would likely tie Joshua Van der Stegen to the happenings at
Pinpin s apartment. No, he didn t like it. It didn t feel right. Maybe they
just had some sort of intercept on his systems. He could try to work out whom
Pinpin had called by cracking through Pinpin s home system, but he didn t have
the skills to do it personally. He d need to use someone else, and with the
place under police scrutiny, he didn t like his chances. He d need someone
like Pinpin to do something like that, or Billie, but Billie was gone. He
wrinkled his nose and sighed. That left very few options.
Everything seemed to be coming back to Joshua Van der Stegen. And now he was
working for the man.
Joshua Van der Stegen.
The guy had interest in lots of things, but he doubted that he could be
implicated in the disappearance of his own handipad. That just didn t make
sense. If Gleeson knew that the handipad belonged to Van der Stegen, why
wouldn t he just return it?
Gleeson.
Maybe he could get something more out of the little clerk. Unifying threads,
and at the moment, Gleeson was starting to look like he was sitting firmly at
one of the connecting nodes.
Jack grabbed his coat, set the system on divert, and shoved his handipad in
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He d leave the extra position for the time being, until he worked out the
pathways, but took a moment to adjust the diagram so that the oval containing
the White-Haired man now lay on the left beneath Anastasia.
Okay. Likely fact: Anastasia Van der Stegen was linked to Warburg.
Second: Gleeson, although on the surface working for Warburg, probably worked
for Van der Stegen.
So where did that leave him? He had to explore the missing links somehow.
Pinpin Dan was an obvious candidate, but he was out of the picture completely.
That left Billie, and she was gone too. Gleeson he already knew about.
He stared at the chart and chewed at his bottom lip. Not enough. If he could
find the pair that had been at Pinpin s apartment, then he might be able to
find out what had happened to Pinpin. Apart from that, his only other option
was Anastasia Van der Stegen.
The Van der Stegen girl was a problem. Everything he d seen told him she was
a spoiled little rich girl used to getting her own way. From what he could
tell, she was the only child, and that only made matters worse. The
performance up at the big house in the Residence had shown him that she was
fully aware of what she could do, the way she could play men, and maybe women
too, but he had no firsthand experience to tell him that. Okay, so she was
potentially dangerous, but only in the way she impacted his clarity. How could
you trust your gut feelings when your guts were in disarray? Well, not quite
the guts, but close . . .
As for the other pair, he still had no clue who they might be. Pinpin had
made a call to someone unknown and that pair had shown up. A man and a woman.
Had Pinpin called them? Maybe, but unlikely. Billie had described them as big.
Long dark hair and short red hair. A big woman and a big man. But anybody
could be big to Billie s perception. It was all relative. Hey, stupid again,
Stein. She d slipped out of his awareness as someone on the periphery, but the
woman who d accompanied Van der Stegen to his offices had been a big woman
sporting short red hair, and there d been that flash of recognition, that
glimpse of interest. It was possible. Had to be. Billie had said there were
two of them. Would Van der Stegen s staff have the capacity and resources to
doctor the records at Pinpin Dan s apartment? Probably. He remembered the
sense of unease she d generated with her presence. Time to ask a couple of
questions.
Van der Stegen had left his card, hadn t he? Jack shuffled around the
apartment, trying to find where he d left it. He d collected too many cards
over the last couple of weeks. Finally he found it shoved at the back of a
shelf. One of these days he was going to have to get more organized. He
slotted in the card and made the call.
It took some time for the system to answer, and when the display faded into
colors and life, it was only pseudo-life. An auto-answer program spoke the
inevitable words. The person you are calling is unavailable at the moment. If
you d like to leave a message, do so now. Have a good day.
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Jack grimaced. Mr. Van der Stegen, it s Jack Stein. I have a couple of
things I need to verify with you. It s to do with a couple of your employees.
I would prefer not to go into details right now, but if you could call me back
as soon as you re free, I d appreciate it.
Then he remembered. Shit! Billie s block was still on his home system. Van
der Stegen couldn t call him. He ordered up the screen and called again. Mr.
Van der Stegen, Jack Stein. I m sorry to bother you again. There s a problem
on my home system. I m afraid it s out of action right now. You can reach me
via my handipad. Thanks.
So, as far as that lead was concerned, he had little option but to wait for
Van der Stegen to get around to calling him. If the pair at Pinpin s apartment
were those whom Pinpin had actually called, and they also worked for Van der
Stegen, then that would likely tie Joshua Van der Stegen to the happenings at
Pinpin s apartment. No, he didn t like it. It didn t feel right. Maybe they
just had some sort of intercept on his systems. He could try to work out whom
Pinpin had called by cracking through Pinpin s home system, but he didn t have
the skills to do it personally. He d need to use someone else, and with the
place under police scrutiny, he didn t like his chances. He d need someone
like Pinpin to do something like that, or Billie, but Billie was gone. He
wrinkled his nose and sighed. That left very few options.
Everything seemed to be coming back to Joshua Van der Stegen. And now he was
working for the man.
Joshua Van der Stegen.
The guy had interest in lots of things, but he doubted that he could be
implicated in the disappearance of his own handipad. That just didn t make
sense. If Gleeson knew that the handipad belonged to Van der Stegen, why
wouldn t he just return it?
Gleeson.
Maybe he could get something more out of the little clerk. Unifying threads,
and at the moment, Gleeson was starting to look like he was sitting firmly at
one of the connecting nodes.
Jack grabbed his coat, set the system on divert, and shoved his handipad in
his pocket. It was pointless to sit here and wait around, going nowhere. If [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]