CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It took her less than fifteen minutes to understand that the phone records may prove to be worthless and yet another ten to feel all but confident that they had been a waste of time. As she finished looking over them, fully prepared to pull at least a handful of very weak leads from it, there was a knock at the door. She looked up and saw Pritchard standing there.
“You got a sec?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He entered the room and, without another seat to take, simply stood against the wall and showed her the laptop under his arm—the same laptop she had seen when she had been looking through Beringer’s apartment.
“All the laptop tells us is that Beringer had a soft spot for Asian pornography. While his history does show recent visits to Craigslist, his email history shows that
