“Yeah.” She crossed her arms. “But please, feel free to keep scolding me if you want. Or you can be civil, and I can cook us some dinner. You like spaghetti?”
He rubbed his hand across his mouth. “You found something to connect Pike?”
“I don’t know. I need you to look at it. Drink?”
Robby reluctantly settled himself on a stool. “A water would be great.”
After setting the glass in front of him, she collected the extra ingredients she needed from the cupboard and filled a pot with water.
“You’re going to make me wait until after dinner to share your findings?”
“Unless you give me a reason to tell you now.” She smirked.
He tried to hold back his smile, but it slipped out. “I’m sorry. I overreacted. But?—”
“Quit while you’re ahead. I accept your apology.” She went to her purse and handed him the paper. “Pike’s been to Burma.”
“Should he not have been?”
“It’s unusual. He knows how invested I am, and yet he’s never mentioned it. In fact, the more I think about it, he’s almost gone out of his way to avoid connecting himself to it in any way. Even in the meetings—any of them—when that country is mentioned, he zones out like he’s uninterested.”
“Anything else?”
“Yes. I searched all the travel documents I could find in HR.”
“You accessed private records?”
“Not that private. I have a bit of computer knowhow. Anyway, there were no records attached to this trip at all. Then on his Facebook page for the dates listed there, he put up a post about him skiing in Japan.”
“You’ve been busy today.”
“I told you I would be an asset to this case.”
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate what you’ve done. But part of my job is to keep you from getting too involved.”
“Since when?”
“Since you convinced me you were innocent.”
“I can look after myself.”
“You don’t understand how much danger you could be in if Pike’s connected.”
“Pike’s not going to hurt me.”
“You don’t know that for sure. And it’s not just him. There will be others involved who have no qualms about removing a threat.”
“Nobody knows, so it’s fine. Now, there was one more thing.”
“What?”
“That’s not Pike’s writing on that sheet. It’s someone else’s.”
“Whose?”
“It looks familiar, but I don’t know. I’ve been wracking my brain, but it’s not coming to me. And I don’t even know where to look. So what do you think? Is this enough to go on?”
“It’s hard to know for certain. You did pretty much exactly what I would have done looking into his travel, but I’ll need more to go on before we can move in on him.”