“He’s the Chief Security Officer. Danger is his game. One more question, have you noticed anything weird going on in his office? Especially his men—Johnston, Danielson or Wyatt?”
Those were Alex’s go-to guys. Bea had talked to them several times and had delivered their mail. Wyatt was nice and polite while Danielson was a man of few words. Johnston was antisocial—she always tried to stay away from him. Bea thought for a second. “Nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve only worked under Alex for a month. Hold on, I remember something. A week ago, when I was delivering mail to the security department, I overheard Mr Wyatt telling Mr Danielson he was a bit off lately.”
“What do you mean—off?”
Bea shifted from foot to foot. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I needed Wyatt’s signature, so I waited. Mr Wyatt said Mr Danielson looked as if he was under the weather. Mr Danielson admitted he had been losing track of time.”
“Losing track of time, as in, he’s been hypnotised, or losing track of time because he was busy?”
“Losing track of time like the people who say they have been abducted by aliens. I remembered it because Mr Danielson made a joke about it. He said the aliens were on to him. Next he’d be getting anal probes and memory wipes.”
“Why did he say that?”
“Danielson recalled that sometimes he couldn’t remember what he was doing. There were memory gaps and time lost.”
“Really? And what did Wyatt say?
“Mr Wyatt didn’t take it seriously. He thought Mr Danielson was just joking.”
“Interesting.” Cat scratched her chin in a very unladylike manner.
Bea prodded her. “Do you think this has something to do with Alex’s shooting?”
“I’m not sure, but I will find out. Thanks for your information, you’ve been a great help, Bea.”
“Wait, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to talk to Danielson.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“Oh no, Alex’s going to have my ass on a plate if I involve you. You’re his mate.”
“And that’s the reason I don’t want him to get shot again. Please?” Bea begged. “You don’t know what it felt like dragging him out of the river. I thought I’d lost him. He wasn’t breathing, you know? Until I did CPR.”
Cat pondered. “I don’t know. Alex wouldn’t be happy with me snooping around. He could get mad at you. I don’t want to cause trouble between you two.”
“Don’t let him find out. I know where Danielson gets his lunch at this hour.”
“You do?”
“Yes, at Giovanni’s. I did a lunch run for the security team once.”
Cat still faltered.
“Please, please, Cat. Let me go with you. I want to find out who shot Alex. It’s important to me.”
Cat put her palm ups. “Okay, okay. We’ll talk to Danielson. No harm in that. He’s loyal to Alex. There’s no way he’s betraying my brother–in-law.”
“We sure need to find out.”
Cat grinned. “You’re one curious cat, you know?”
“I can’t stand a puzzle.”
“Me either. Man, Alex’s going to give us an earful about this.”
“It’s just talking to Danielson. What could go wrong?”