CHAPTER 32
I RAN MY gloved fingers across the package. What was inside? A small bump in the bottom left-hand corner told me it wasn’t simply a letter.
I pulled out my phone. “Nick, can you find out whether Luke’s expecting a package? Something small in a padded envelope?”
“Have you got something?”
“Maybe. Can you ask him?”
“Gimme a second.”
Muttering followed then Nick came back. “The only thing he’s expecting is a portable hard drive, and that’s being sent to his office.”
Unless this was Barbie’s portable hard drive, it looked like we had a problem. “Can you get the lab on standby?”
“I’m on it. How long will you be?”
“Leaving now.”
We had our own forensics lab in the basement at the office. It didn’t do the flashy stuff—we contracted that out—but the small team could cover most
