Free Daemon by Daniel Suarez Page A

capable.’
    Sebeck knew he could either accept it or say something. He pondered it for several more moments before he decided to make an ass of himself by speaking up. ‘What about the phonecall from that fictitious FBI agent? There’s someone else involved in this.’
    ‘We’ve got good technical people, Sergeant. Let’s see what they find. But I’ll need wiretaps on your cell, office, and home phones.’ He turned to Straub. ‘Let’s also get Sebeck’s ISP to forward all incoming e-mail to the forensics unit. Sergeant, can I expect your cooperation?’
    Sebeck nodded. ‘Yeah. Let me tell my wife and kid, but yes, of course.’
    Straub wrote on a small notepad. ‘I’ll need your signature on some paperwork.’
    Sebeck drummed his fingers on the table impatiently. ‘Look, I don’t doubt that this Sobol guy was brilliant, but I’m not convinced that that grainy video is Matthew Sobol. If he was such a genius, he sure as hell could take a clearer video than that. I can’t even make out his face all that well.’
    A murmur of agreement swept through the room.
    Decker was unperturbed. ‘We’ll have it analyzed by experts.’
    Sebeck still pushed. ‘I think a CyberStorm employee is committing these murders and trying to pin it on this dead guy. The killer obviously has access to CyberStorm’s network, and from what I’ve seen at CyberStorm, they’ve got a lot of clever people. I think this is a setup.’
    ‘You and I are not technical experts, Sergeant. Let’s see what the forensics team finds.’ Decker looked at the assembled officers. ‘Okay, listen up. We’ve got to get our hands on more facts. Chief Eichhorn, I’m going to need your cooperation and some of your resources.’
    Eichhorn nodded. ‘Anything you need.’
    ‘Matthew Sobol had an eighty-acre estate near here. We should have the search warrant in an hour or so. I’m going to need traffic and perimeter control.’
    Larson was still absorbing the first sentence. ‘
Eighty
acres?’
    Decker nodded. ‘Yes. Our Mr Sobol had considerable assets. A net worth of around three hundred million.’
    Whistles all around.
    ‘Detective Sebeck might be right; this case might involve others, but we’ll need to follow up on the Sobol lead. Vasquez, I need to know about any disagreements or professional rivalries Sobol might have had with the two victims. I want more detailed interviews with the victims’ families. I also need to know anyone else who might have had a run-in with Sobol. Let’s get someone at NCAMD to do a work-up on him. Straub, I want you over at CyberStorm with the forensics team. Keep me apprised of any new information.’
    Decker grabbed a written report from a nearby table and turned to Sebeck. ‘Sergeant, there’s critical information missing from your report on the first murder scene. Specifically the cable winch. We need the manufacturer, model, serial numbers—’
    Sebeck stopped him. ‘I pulled the evidence unit onto the CyberStorm scene after the second murder. We were going to follow up.’
    ‘Now’s your chance.’ Decker tossed the report and a plastic bag containing a gate key and remote. ‘I want to know when the winch was purchased and who installed it. Maybe the installer can tell us what other work they’ve done. Also find out if a permit was pulled with the city. I want the revised report on my desk ASAP.’
    Mantz looked to Sebeck. ‘I’ll head over to the city permit office, Pete.’
    Sebeck felt the heat of this professional slight coursing through his veins. He took a breath and tried to keep a clear head. He wasn’t used to being closely managed. ‘All right. I want to revisit the first scene, anyway.’
    The training room phone rang and Vasquez grabbed it. He listened and then called to Decker. ‘Neal. NSA.’
    Decker addressed the room. ‘Gentlemen, we’re going to need non-FBI out of this room. Chief Eichhorn, plan for an early afternoon search of Sobol’s estate.’
    ‘Will do.’ Eichhorn