The 6:20 Man

Campbell poured some more Chianti. “I will make inquiries. What else?”

“Sara Ewes and Jennifer Stamos were a couple, at least according to Stamos. And she said she knew Cowl wasn’t the father of Ewes’s baby, which makes me believe she knows who the father is.”

“And that man might be Brad Cowl?”

“He has no alibi for the time she was killed,” said Devine.

“Does this tie into what might be going on at the firm? Which is your mission, after all.”

“Ewes came to Stamos and told her about the Godot play. To check it out. I did and found nothing, but now that I know they were more than friends, there has to be something there. And it has to tie into Cowl. And then there’s Area 51.” Devine quickly explained about the inaccessible floor. “It’s not their high-frequency trading center, like I thought. That’s in Queens. I had a buddy check that.”

“A buddy?” said Campbell, a look of alarm on his face.

“He has no idea about any of this. He’s a white-hatter, hacks for a living.”

“We had heard of the off-limits floor there from another source. But we also assumed it was just the high-frequency trading space. But now that we know it’s not, you need to get in there.”

“I’m working right now on a way to access it.”

Campbell leaned forward. “Have you figured out how you can?”

“I think so. But I need your help. That’s the other reason I’m here.”