Page 80 of Delusion in Death
They didn’t speak again until they’d reached the sidewalk.
“‘You might ask those associated with the group formerly known as Cassandra.’” She used a haughty tone, then gave Roarke a friendly elbow jab. “Good one.”
“I thought it might give you the opening to slip the HSO business in. You did want to.”
“If all, or any of them, are involved, it’ll give them something to think about.”
“And knowing they have HSO’s attention may satisfy for now, give a breather between incidents.”
“Slim chance, but I’d rather take it than not. Something’s up with those three. Together, separately, I can’t figure. But they’ve all got something going on. What the hell were you doing on that toy of yours the whole time?”
“This and that. Did you know Nancy Weaver broke off an engagement, at the age of twenty-three, only weeks before the wedding?”
“People change their minds. And twenty-three’s pretty young.”
“The breakup coincided with a change of firms—and a promotion. She did the same when she came aboard in this firm. Broke an engagement, took a new position. According to my source, she was involved with the man who held her current position. In this case, he’s the one who left. Transferred to London, and she stepped into the job.”
Now it was getting interesting. “Who’s the source?”
“I know people who know people—and part of the this and that was tugging those lines.” He opened the car door for her, smiled.
“Using sex or relationships to advance doesn’t make her a killer.”
“No, but it does make her a bit callous, doesn’t it?” He walked around the car, slid behind the wheel. “She defers, on some level, to her male subordinates. Lets them see her as female, softer—and yet she’s the one who’s climbed to the top of her department. I’d say a bit callous, certainly cagey.”
“She’s emotional and nervous, or wants to be perceived that way right now,” Eve agreed. “And she’s slept with Vann. Not serious, from my take, but they’ve banged. I saw it on her face when he talked about Jeni Curve.”
“He has a reputation for not-so-serious banging, according to my source.”
“He put himself next to Curve, closer than either of the other two. Made it personal.”
“He’s used to getting what he wants. He’s good at what he does—knows how to think in marketing terms, knows how to connect. And he’s not interested in climbing rungs, working his way up. The basics don’t interest him. He likes the shine, the corner office. But he wouldn’t want Weaver’s job. It’s too demanding.”
“Your source?”
“My personal observation.”
“Nice that it meshes with mine.” She settled back as he drove. “He wants to be out front—the fancy business lunches, the travel, the wining and dining of high-dollar clients, with the occasional not-so-serious banging. And his relationship with the head of the firm gives him that opening over the others. Even Weaver, who outranks him. Pisser.”
“So she sleeps with him, hedging her bets, you could say.”
“You could say. Both Weaver and Vann make Macie Snyder right away—with Vann even elaborating—sitting at a table with another woman, two men. Laughing. Callaway’s more vague. Both men refer to Carly Fisher as a girl—a small thing, maybe, but it shows an innate lack of respect for females in the workplace. You perceive them as girls. Callaway referred to Curve the same way.”
“I have to point out Feeney refers to his e-geeks as boys.”
“That’s affection. He calls them all boys even when they have tits. This was different, knee-jerk. Something going on there,” she repeated, picking at it. “Something. Two key players in their department dead. Cattery and Fisher. Cattery, the go-to guy. Fisher, Weaver’s ‘girl,’ an up-and-comer who dug into any job that came her way.”
“If Weaver wanted either of them out, she could find a way to fire them.”
“Yeah. It’s harder to fire somebody who maybe knows something you don’t want them to know. Five people—that we know of—worked on this major campaign. Two of them are dead. It makes you wonder.”
“It’s a damn complicated and callous way to get rid of a competitor or a blackmailer—or inconvenience.”
“I don’t know. Business is dog eat cat, right?”
“Dog.”
“I said dog.”