“Old-fashioned,” I replied. “Keys. Everybody had a set.”
Tom looked around the kitchen. “Well, they want me to go in and help them out. I’m going to have to take the computer.”
“Tom, please. I don’t want to get Sally Routt into trouble.”
“Gotta do my job, Miss G. And I don’t think you’d fancy being charged as a material witness.”
Oh, so that was what I was facing. I put two cups under the spouts of the espresso machine, pressed buttons, and tried to think.
“Okay, look,” I ventured. “The computer won’t boot. Could you see if you can fix it? If you can, I’ll print out everything that’s in it and look it over. I’ll see if Dusty said anything about a new boyfriend, or enemies, or rich clients, or even folks at the law firm. If I recognize any of the people she’s talking about, I can tell
