He closed the door, folded his arms over his chest. “Identification.”
Both Eve and Peabody took out their ID. He took out a pocket scanner, verified them.
“Lieutenant Dallas. I know your reputation.”
“Handy.”
“Who’s been murdered?”
“Jamal Houston.”
“That name’s not familiar to me.” Now he drew out a communicator. “Mitchell, check my files for any information on a Houston, Jamal. He doesn’t work in my department,” he said to Eve. “I know the names of everyone who works in my department.”
“He didn’t work here. He’s the co-owner of a limousine service, one you booked last night for transport to LaGuardia.”
“I didn’t book any transportation last night. I used the company service.”
“For what?”
“For transportation to and from a dinner meeting. Intermezzo, eight o’clock, party of six. I left here at seven-thirty, arrived at the restaurant at seven-fifty-three. I left the restaurant at ten-forty-six, and arrived home at eleven. I had no business at LaGuardia last night.”
“Picking up your wife?”
He smiled, sourly. “My wife and I separated four months ago. I wouldn’t pick her up off the floor, much less at the airport. In any case, as far as I know she’s spending the summer in Maine. You have the wrong man.”
“Maybe. Your name, address, and credit card were used to book the service. The driver picked up the passenger at this location.” Wanting his reaction, she pulled out the hard copy Chin had given her, offered it.
And watched his eyes, saw them widen. He pulled out the communicator again. “Mitchell, cancel all my credit cards, initiate a search on the accounts, and arrange for temporary secure replacements. ASAP,” he snapped. “I want Gorem to do a sniff on all my electronics, and for Lyle to do an all-level sweep. Now.”
“Who’d have access to your information?” Eve asked when he shoved the communicator back in his pocket.
“I’m in the business of security. No one should’ve been able to access that credit information. That’s a company card. How was this booked?”
“Via ’link.”
“The sweep will include a check of all ’link logs in this department.”
“The Electronic Detectives Division will be doing a sweep of its own, which will include your personal ’links.”
She didn’t think it was possible, but his jaw tightened a few more notches. “You’ll need a warrant.”
“No problem.”
“What is this about? I need to take care of this breach of security immediately.”
“It’s about murder, Mr. Sweet, which may prove to be connected to your security problem, but still ranks higher on the food chain. The driver’s body was found early this morning, in his ride, at LaGuardia.”
“Killed by someone who used my name, my information.”
“It appears.”
“I’ll give you the names and contact of everyone at the meeting last night, and every one of them can and will verify my presence. I only use co
mpany vehicles and drivers, again for security. To my knowledge I don’t know this Jamal Houston, and I don’t appreciate having my data compromised this way. Or having my personal logs and electronics sniffed over by the police.”
“I think Jamal’s probably even more pissed off.”
“I don’t know him.”