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A Perfect Bloom 26 – Alex Ankarr
He thinks he sees where Linnet is leading him. “Did he know he had access?” he asks. “Did he take it – did he set it up? Or was he given it?”
And oh, Linnet is pleased with him. It’s slightly patronising, how she glows and beams. Cory finds he doesn’t mind a bit, for all he’s the boss here, he’s her employer and he really ought to be annoyed. “That is the question,” she agrees, grinning. “Looking at the files and papers – the ones I have access to, of course,” she adds with a prim mouth, and Cory remembers that Linnet is currently dating a fairly senior cop in the city’s force, “it’s all very neat. And the manager – you remember, the mid-level manager who promoted and championed Sam right into his nice prominent specially-created money-man job – that caused a lot of resentment and dissatisfaction amongst the company old-timers – well, he was very disappointed in Sam.”
Cory is almost sure that the little figure near the limits of what he can squintingly make out, out the window, is Sam. He squints hard, as this person sets off down the main thoroughfare of the gardens, broad and gravelled, a little closer all the time. He feels like Linnet is dangling a fish hook in front of his face, up real close, up near his lip where he might just any moment bite at it. Like he’s a fish, and she’s out for a day’s fishing. “Did this manager, by some strange chance, happen to also have access to that secret account?” he asks. Because it seems inevitable, and expected, although he’s pretty sure he’s already intuited the answer.
“Bingo,” Linnet says softly. “Not that anything can be proved. And he was senior, and Sam was junior, and bewildered I think, going by the transcripts. I doubt he figured out what was going on until it was too late. Not that we know – for sure – what was going on,” she adds, primly. “The case was pat, and easy, and he already had a record. Which this manager no doubt already knew about. Who would have looked elsewhere for a culprit?” she asks.
Cory feels a fire now, all right. From anxiety and irritation, with Sam, he feels fury. Not at Sam. “And the manager?” he asks, cold. That little manikin figure is out of sight, now, because his attention was distracted while he got caught up in Linnet’s enraging little concoctions of supposition and suspicion. Now he’ll never know if it was Sam or not. But that manager… Cory could grind his teeth to stumpy vestiges. It’s not right for someone to just get away with something, that way.
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