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it?”
    He had her there. “I’m not sure, really, but that’s not why I called. I need your help.”
    “What kind of help?” He sounded skeptical.
    “I need to get my hands on Evan’s cell phone records, including his text messages, and his e-mails, too. The last year would be good.”
    “And you’re telling me this why?”
    “You’re a cop! Isn’t that what cops do?”
    “I
am
a cop and because I am a cop I can’t just order those records without a warrant, and if I did have them, they are proprietary. Legally, I can’t hand them over to you.”
    “Couldn’t you just let me see them by accident?”
    “Now you’re asking me to break the law.”
    Katy sat back in a huff. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, Simon, I just need to prove he’s a liar and to see what else he’s been up to. The more I think about Evan’s duplicity and how methodically he covered his ass, the more I’m beginning to suspect that he may have been the one to steal my research and sell it.”
    “Have you gone to the authorities about your suspicions?”
    “No—I’m telling you now. And something else, Simon, Evan was in Hong Kong earlier this year. He was vague about why he was going when I asked him, but it was shortly after he returned that there was a firewall breach on the seventh floor.”
    “What’s on the seventh floor?”
    “The bacterium lab.”
    “English please.”
    “The bacterium lab is where they grow and experiment with certain strains of bacteria.”
    “Good bacteria, bad bacteria?”
    “Both, mostly bad.”
    “Was there any fallout due to the firewall breach?”
    “Not that I know of. But that would be something to check. With the virulent strains of bacteria Genomtec has in the lab, it must be reported to the CDC if there is any security irregularity or inventory fluctuation.”
    “What other calamities have followed Evan?”
    “I’m sure there are more, I just need to think about it, but in the meantime, I really need his cell phone records …”
    “No can do, and even if I could, I wouldn’t hand them over to you. You need to stay out of this. You’ll get hurt.”
    “Stay out of it? My career, my reputation is on the line. I’m not staying out of anything!”
    “I’ll notify the proper agency to look into Evan’s activities, Kat. If there is something there, they’ll open an investigation. Now give me your word you’ll stay out of it.”
    “I’ll do no such thing!”
    “Katrina!”
    “Good-bye, Simon!”
    Tossing her cell aside, she booted up her laptop and began her search.
    What she found astounded her. It also gave her hope. She dressed quickly, grabbed her cell and keys, and ran down the hall to Rosie’s.
    An hour later, the two of them stood outside of Cup of Crack in Menlo Park, the coffeehouse Evan had said several times was his favorite Sunday getaway. Of course he never took Katy there. After all, weekends weren’t meant for your mistress.
    “He’s tucked in a corner at three o’clock with his back to the room,” Katy whispered. “And he’s alone.”
    She was dressed inconspicuously in grey yoga pants, matching grey sweater, blonde wig topped off with a Giant’s baseball cap and Greta Garbo sunglasses.
    Rosie, who wore her usual
haute
beatnik, consisting of striped leggings and loud patterned oversized multilayered sweaters, peeked around her shoulder and nodded. “Perfect position. Let’s execute!” she said, gnashing her teeth, ready to sink them into Evan’s lying backside.
    “Rosie, you watch too much TV.”
    “You don’t watch enough. Now let’s get ’em, Dano.”
    Katy rolled her eyes but moved aside as Rosie swung open the door and sauntered in like she owned the place. What Kat would do for that confidence. She watched as Rosie moseyed over to Evan and sat down in front of him. He started to get up, but she grabbed his forearm, and by the look on Rosie’s face, she made it clear to Evan that he was going to hear what she had to say. He