Chapter 7

“What have we got, Sergeant?” I said.

She stood up at the sound of my voice. “Hi, boss. The victim is James Albright, age forty-two. He was a Chartered Life Underwriter and had an office on this floor. His wallet is empty, and based on tan lines, he’s missing a ring and a watch or heavy bracelet.”

“Are you thinking robbery?”

“Could be. The guards downstairs say that he always came in about the same time every Saturday morning and spent a few hours in his office. He told them that he used the quiet time to catch up on his paperwork.”

“In other words, his habits were probably well-known.”

“Right.”

“What about surveillance cameras?”

“We’ve asked them to pull the tapes for this morning.”

“Ask them for tapes from the last two or three Saturday mornings as well. We might catch someone watching him. Do they go back that far?”

“They keep a week on tape and then transfer them to DVD format. They retain the DVDs for a month. I’ll take care of it.”