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caused that death, and what you tell us helps us.”
    “I didn’t like him,” Po said abruptly. “But I loved the work, and Sylvia, and the others I work with. And he wasn’t here half the time, anyway. He treated me well, I don’t mean to say otherwise.”
    “You were an asset, honey. You’re the best admin going.”
    “A little prejudiced.” Po managed a smile. “I am good at my job, and I like the job. He, Mr. McEnroy, just didn’t strike as a good husband. He loved the girls, that was clear and real. I think in his way he loved his wife. But he had that vibe, like Wes said. And, well, plenty of mornings when he came in—and his family wasn’t in New York—he had that I-got-laid look on him. He didn’t trouble to hide it.”
    “Did anyone make threats?”
    “You mean, like to hurt him? No. Unless it was on his private line or e-mail. I see everything else. Honestly, I don’t think he felt threatened. He always looked … smug, satisfied. The only time I saw him steamed was that time with Sylvia. I swear she’d never hurt anybody. She’d have roasted him professionally, but he laid off because, I think, he knew she would.”
    “Would you know any of the venues he might have frequented after work?”
    “Maybe.” He shifted, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s part of my job to keep things organized—when he’s in New York and when he’s not. Some clubs have little trinkets or amenities, especially when you spring for a privacy or VIP booth. He had swag from a few in a drawer in his desk.”
    “We’d like the names, if you remember.”
    “Lola’s Lair, Seekers, This Place, Fernando’s. Those were the usual as far as I know. There could be more, and he didn’t keep the souvies.”
    “That’s very helpful.”
    “I don’t know what I should do.” Po lifted his hands, then used them to grip his elbows. “Should I go to work?”
    “We’ll be taking all Mr. McEnroy’s electronics in for analysis.”
    “I think he keeps—kept—a ’link, a second, private one, locked in his top left-hand desk drawer. I didn’t have access, but I did see him speaking on another ’link several times in his office. And, ah, he kept some clothes there, too. I would sometimes be asked to have the ones he’d worn the day before sent to the cleaners. So I’d know he’d changed at work, after hours.”
    “Would you know if he brought women there?”
    “I really don’t think so. There’s security, and the cleaning service. I would, occasionally, send an invoice for a hotel room to our accountants. They would pop up now and again, when Mrs. McEnroy was with him in New York.
    “I knew what he was.” Po stared into his tea. “But he was the boss.”
    “Mr. Po, why don’t we give you a ride into work? It’s our next stop.”
    He looked at Eve, then at Schupp. “Is that what I should do? Should I go in?”
    “Actually, Mr. Po,” Peabody said, “you could help us out if you went in, showed us the office.”
    The relief of being given direction, a task, streamed over his face. “Okay, then I’ll do that.”
    “I’m going with you.” Schupp gave Eve a steady look. “I not only know the people Lance works with, a lot of them are friends. I can help.”
    Since she’d found him as steady as the look, she nodded. “That’s fine. Are you ready now?”
    “Yeah, sure. I guess.” Po walked over, picked up the satchel by the door, put it on cross-body. “Thanks, Wes.”
    “No problem.”
    Once they were down and in the car, Schupp let out a sigh. “I know I shouldn’t say this, under the circumstances, but it’s pretty damn frosty riding with Dallas and Peabody.”
    “In the DLE.” Po managed a wan smile. “Even if I feel a little sick—not boot-it-up sick, but—”
    “It’s okay.” Peabody shifted to smile back at him. “You’ve had a shock, it’s natural. And since you are riding in the DLE, you should probably hold on.”
    Even as she said it, Eve punched out into traffic, swung around