Diabolical (Shaye Archer Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

because it’s got some information on Shaye. I need to run and talk to the forensic team before we see Frank.”
    Jackson took the keys and looked at the odd-shaped piece of metal Grayson used as a key fob. “What is this?”
    “Huh? Oh, I’m not sure. Something my dad’s company used to make.”
    “Used to?”
    “He died when I was in college, and my mother sold the company. He used to have that on his desk at home, so I kept it.”
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
    Grayson waved a hand in dismissal. “They’re both gone now. They were older when they had me. I think maybe they hadn’t been able to have kids before but I never asked. Meet you back here in a couple minutes?”
    Jackson nodded and headed to Grayson’s desk to retrieve the file. When he got back to the break room, Grayson was already there waiting on him. Grayson took the file and headed down the hall toward the conference rooms. Jackson fell in step beside him, a silent war being conducted in his mind. The question he’d been wanting to ask since he’d left Bernard’s office was on the tip of his tongue, but he knew it was a place he probably shouldn’t go.
    Unable to squelch the desire, he finally blurted out, “Did Vincent do something to prompt these changes? I mean, other than the usual?”
    Grayson looked over at him and smirked. “You caught on to that, did you? Radar.” He shook his head. “You didn’t hear this from me, but word is Vincent went to IA and said you’d given classified information to Shaye Archer. He got IA riled up and one of the suits called a meeting with Ms. Archer today.”
    Anger coursed through every square inch of Jackson’s body. It was one thing for Vincent to mess with Jackson. It was completely another to drag Shaye into his games. “That lying son of a bitch. What happened?”
    Grayson let out a single laugh. “Your lady friend told them both off so bad that the suit left here with his tail tucked between his legs. Then she marched straight into Bernard’s office, and I don’t know what was said, but I would have paid money to hear it. Bernard came out of there apologizing all over himself and yelled at Vincent to get the hell in his office before Ms. Archer had even gotten two steps away.”
    Jackson grinned. “Good for her.”
    “Good for all of us. We could hear Bernard yelling clean through the walls, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. After five minutes or so, Vincent came stomping out and left, then Bernard called me in to tell me he was moving Frank to run the Clancy files and Vincent would be driving a scanner into retirement. I figured it was as good a time as any to ask if he would transfer you.”
    Jackson shook his head, still smiling. “I wonder what she said.”
    “Well, given that the two of you are friends, I was kinda hoping you’d find out and tell me. I wouldn’t repeat it, of course. But I have to admit to wanting to know really bad.”
    “So do I.”
    Grayson pushed the door to the conference room open and walked inside. Frank was working at one end of the table and looked up as they walked in. He was the only person in the room.
    “Lamotte’s official,” Grayson said. “Bernard just gave the word.”
    Frank nodded and motioned for them to come over. “Elliot figured out the code for another notebook. That’s four he’s been able to decipher so far. It looks like Clancy changed the code every year but some of these are repeats, like he used the original code for repeat buyers.”
    “Repeat buyers?” Jackson asked.
    “Yeah,” Frank said. “Elliot found the same names in journals with purchases that are years apart.”
    Jackson felt his excitement grow. “You have names for the buyers? We can start looking for them?”
    “Not exactly,” Frank said. “Clancy didn’t put ‘John Smith’ in the books. It’s all nicknames.”
    “Oh,” Jackson said, unable to keep the disappointment from his voice.
    “Don’t despair, Detective,” Frank said.