Whitmore.
Sharon was nodding impatiently by the end. âSo, OK, OK,â she said, tipping forward in her chair. âNow, letâs see those security card numbers again.â
âOh, right.â Ruby copied them on a piece of paper and handed it to Sharon.
âPerfecto,â she said. âNow watch this.â
She led them to one of the library computers and went to work, with Ruby peering over one shoulder and Rex over the other. She pulled up the DeWitt campus security page from the schoolâs website.
âYouâre not gonna get us in trouble, are you?â Rex said.
âNo, no,â Sharon replied. âShould be fine, no problem. Iâm just going to see what happens when I put these badge numbers into the site.â
âHow you know how to get in that site, anyway?â Rex said.
Sharon gave a half smile. âLogin and password, all it ever takes. Now letâs just see what this tells us about where those ID cards were used.â
Ruby thought of something. âJust a second. Are weâcan you get into the labâs files now?â
âProbably. At least the general files, not personal ones. Why?â
âSearch for the Toxin Archive,â Ruby said. âJust try it; there may be a file there somewhere that tells us how much poison was in those vials.â
Two clicks and there was the labâs internal homepage, with
Toxin Archive
right there in the left margin. Sharon clicked on itâ
ACCESS DENIED
flashed on the screen. âOh, I hate that,â she said. âI always take it personally.â
âPolice probably blocked it,â Rex said. âAnyone else gonna have that file, Ruby?â
âWade,â she said, slapping her head. Better than that, she thought: Wade ran those sensitive detection machines, and he kept better records than Grace, who was in charge of the archive cabinet. âWade Charles. Letâs go get his personal web page.â
âHello, Mr. Wade,â said Sharon, who now had the page on her screen. âNow, what are we looking for?â
Ruby smiled to herself. âTry
cocktail lounge
. Thatâs what Wade calls the cabinet.â
âHowâs this?â Sharon said, pushing back from the screen, which had filled with a long list. There were deadly nightshade, monkshood, chokecherryâall of them. The archive.
âAmazing,â Ruby said. She printed out the list and stashed it in her backpack.
âOK,â Sharon said. âYou ready to see who was there?â
âYou mean in the lab?â Ruby said, moving closer. âOf course. How?â
âYou watch.â
Sharon opened a page called
Badge Tracking
. In a badge number search space, she typed the first number: 011-9865.
She hit the Enter button. The screen filled with a list of numbers and dates. Sharon scrolled down to September 20, the day of the murder. She pushed back from the screen, so they could see.
D12 1650
D7 1651
D5 1653
D17 1752
D5 1753
D8 1853
D17 1855
D5 1956
âUh, OK,â said Ruby, feeling a stirring in her stomach.
âWhat do the
D
s mean?â Rex said.
âTheyâre doors,â Sharon said. âPlaces where you have to use your security card to buzz yourself through.â
âAnd the numbers?â
âTimes. Military times, counting up from noon. So, noon is 1200, one oâclock is 1300, two is 1400, and so on. See that?â
Ruby felt her temples warming. This was more information than she ever imagined having for that evening.
âIt looks like you buzz through these doors just one way, from the outside,â Sharon said.
âYeah, thatâs right, most are like that,â Ruby said. âExcept the main front door of the building. You have to use your card to get out, too. Same goes for a few other rooms.â
Rex said, âD12 must be the main building door, then.â
Ruby pulled out her sketchbook and flipped to the diagram of the