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“Hhts, the es She wished for Feeney and his computer-minded brain “Search on Edward T Simpson, Chief of Police and Security, New York City All financial data”

“Going right to the heart,” Roarke murmured

“I don’t have time to waste This can’t be traced?”

“Not only can’t it be traced, but there’ll be no record of the search”

“Simpson, Edward T,” the computer announced in a war”

At Eve’s lifted brow, Roarke grinned “I prefer to ith melodious voices”

“I was going to ask,” she returned, “how you can access data without alerting the Couard”

“No system’s foolproof, or couard The systee hacker or electronic thief But with the right equipht equip screen one,” he ordered

Eve glanced up and saw Sie es, credit card balances All the automatic E-transactions

“That’s a hefty Ae he owns a place on Long Island”

“Hardly , which means he pays what he owes Ah, here’s a bank account Screen two”

Eve studied the nue deposits and withdrawals— transfers that jibe with the credit report What’s Jeremy’s?”

“Men’s clothier,” Roarke told her with the smallest sneer of disdain “Somewhat second rate”