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          The  secretary  muttered  inaudibly  (to  me)  and  looked  in  our
        direction. Beau swung around and headed toward us, charm flashing
        from his eyes and teeth.
          “Well,  Powell,  always  pleased  to  see  you.  Sorry  I  have  another
        appointment  in  a  couple  of  minutes.  And  who  is  this  intriguing
        person beside you? A new member of HR?”
          We stood. Beau extended his meaty paw to Labelle, who shook it.
        He held it for an instant too long, no doubt giving it an extra little
        squeeze. She wasn’t particularly glamorous, but he had only one way
        of  relating  to  women.  It  crossed  my  mind  that  she  could  have
        crushed his hand in hers, had she wished.
          “I  am  Lieutenant  Labelle  Gramercy,  investigating  the  death  of
        Vincent D. Kates.”
          “Kates? Who is that, Powell? One of the maintenance crew?”
          “Actually,  Beau,  he  worked  in  this  department,  for  Maisy
        Cornflower.  I  found  him  Saturday  morning.  He  must  have  been
        working overtime and had some kind of seizure. Anyway, the police
        are making inquiries.”
          “Oh.” He put down his briefcase and laptop. “Are you taking care
        of the administrative side—government forms, and all that?”
          “Yes. Everything is under control.”
          “Good man. The company can depend on you in a crisis, Powell.
        Now, is there anything I can do for you, Lieutenant? May I call you
        Labelle? What an interesting name!”
          “Yes,” she said curtly. If the man were alive who could distract her
        from the task at hand, he was not in this building. “I have uncovered
        a  hidden  document  written  by  Mr.  Kates  concerning  the  P&L
        contract  for  the  Y2K  project.”  She  pointed  to  her  computer.  “He
        spent a lot of time digging up information related to the P&L sales
        people and the money involved in the transaction.”
          Beau sat down next to her. She did not flinch or move away; he
        might have mistaken that for encouragement in other circumstances.
        He opened his own laptop and turned it on.
          “Really?  I  had  no  idea  such  intrigues  were  afoot.  Let  me  see:
        Kates, Kates. Yes, now I see the name. He has some minor role in
        that project, according to the org chart, if it is up-to-date.”
          “He put together enough public data and private supposition to
        create a picture of systematic MIS corruption. Pesado and Lejeune,

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