“What happened? Harper was supposed to be in Dallas last night.”
Barry didn’t answer the question. “The FBI is particularly concerned about any potential security breaches. Mr. Worthington didn’t have his cell phone on him when he died, and though his office key card was still in his wallet, we don’t know if and when he last used it. Since HWI has several sensitive federal contracts, we need to ensure that no information has been leaked.”
“I’ve already started an internal audit, cancelled Harper’s key card, and frozen his access. The last time Harper used his key card in this building was when leaving the parking garage Wednesday afternoon. We require the key card to both enter and exit the garage. We have scanners at all entrances that read the key cards whenever employees walk in and out of the building or into restricted areas.”
“Is your work that sensitive?” Barry asked.
Smith nodded. “We have banking information for all of our clients, confidential tax returns, court documents, audit material. While most of the business runs on computers these days—and we have state-of-the-art computer security—we also have hard copies of all our reports archived in a temperature-controlled, fireproof vault. In addition to potential financial fraud, corporate espionage and insider trading are always a threat. Consider if a business had information about a pending court decision or an audit—they could use that information for illegal personal or professional gain.”
Smith pressed a few keys and said, “Harper arrived at our Dallas office at seven thirty-seven A.M. Thursday morning. He left there Friday evening just after four.” He clicked again. “His schedule has him having dinner with a client and his daughter, Jolene, at six on Friday.”
“We’ll need the client’s contact information,” Barry said. “Did you know that Harper Worthington flew into San Antonio last night and planned on returning to Dallas before this morning?”
Smith shook his head. “I would never have believed it if you hadn’t told me. It’s completely out of character. And it’s not on his schedule.”
Barry asked, “May we have a copy of his schedule?”
“Of course—his assistant, Ms. Alexander, will print out whatever you need.”
“Because of Mr. Worthington’s security clearance, and the fact that he was involved with a prostitute, we’re concerned about his travel and—”
Smith interrupted Barry. “Harper was not using a prostitute.”
“We have a witness.”
“Your witness is mistaken,” Smith said without hesitation. “Harper would never hire a prostitute. I want to know who this witness is. If that rumor gets out, Harper’s reputation will be tarnished. His business—hell, I don’t care about his business. I care about what it would do to his daughter. What it would do to his impeccable reputation in the community. It’s simply not true.”
Lucy’s ears perked up. “You seem confident,” she said, speaking up for the first time since introductions.
“Because I am confident. It’s not something I can put my finger on specifically, but I was an MP in the army for twelve years, then a cop for ten years in Corpus Christi. I trust my gut, and my gut tells me Harper is everything he appears to be. Harper was a religious man. Not a wear-it-on-your-sleeve holier-than-thou hypocrite, but quietly religious. He didn’t swear. He rarely drank, and when he did it was usually with a client. He raised his daughter after his wife died of cancer. He didn’t even start dating again until Jolene was in college. In fact, before he met Adeline I don’t think he saw anyone regularly. His entire life was HWI and Jolene.”
“And his wife?”
“He loved Adeline, but when they married, he didn’t change much. He still worked from seven in the morning until six in the evening, four days a week. He would attend her local campaign events, but he hated traveling to D.C. and only did it if there was something important to Adeline, like when she received an award from a humanitarian group last year. He supported her career wholeheartedly—he’d encouraged her to run for office in the first place when his friend Roy Travertine died. But Harper is San Antonio born and bred, and he loved it here. Adeline accepted it. They were sweet together. She’d sometimes surprise him and come by the office in the late afternoon with a treat, usually ice cream from Amy’s. Harper loved ice cream.”
Smith had been all professional and straightforward, but for the first time there was a crack in his demeanor. He averted his eyes for a moment and stared at the computer screen.
Lucy said, “I know this is difficult for you. We are very sorry for your loss.”
Smith nodded. “I need to call the staff. When are you releasing the information?”
“The congresswoman asked that we let her do it,” Barry said. “We advised her to do it today before the press does it first.”
“I’ll call Adeline and work with her. And Jolene—does she know yet?”