I looked at the screen, realizing the balance was even higher now than it had been a few moments ago.

“My guess,” I continued, “is that he’s pooling money from a bunch of different accounts before going to the bank where he’ll either make a giant withdrawal or an out-of-bank wire transfer.”

“Get the bank on the phone!” Sollie barked. Yolanda jumped as she reached for the phone and dialed the number with trembling hands. I stepped out of the way, listening as the cops talked among themselves. Apparently, they had come here with a warrant for Alan Bennet to arrest him for the murder of Wendell Smythe.

“What happened?” I asked Keegan, my eyes wide, wondering what piece of the puzzle had clicked for them to point things to Alan. “I mean, how’d you get a warrant?”

“We got the labs back on the print on the syringe and the hair found on Smythe. They both belonged to Bennet.”

I told him my theory, the one I had been forming for the last few days.

“It’s my opinion,” I said, “that Judith and Alan Bennet were both responsible. I think they may have killed Wendell together, and then Alan went out the back way and returned to his office, while Judith stayed there in her father’s office until he was dead. I think she was still in the bathroom, cleaning up some evidence or whatever, when I came in. I think it was Judith that I chased down the stairwell.”

“We’ve already sent someone out to pick her up for questioning,” Detective Keegan replied, nodding. “But we can’t really hold her for murder unless Bennet implicates her. At this point, we have no proof of her involvement in her father’s death.”

I thought of Alan Bennet, feeling fairly certain he would incriminate his own mother if it made things easier for him.

“We did manage to turn up a few priors on him,” Keegan continued. “So we’ll see what happens.”

“Keegan!” Sollie called, putting his hand over the mouthpiece on the phone. “The bank manager said that that particular account is set up with what they call a ‘repetitive wire.’ That means Bennet doesn’t have to go to the bank in person. He can wire money out of it remotely, just by using a secret code and a telephone.”

“On the internet?”

“No. He can move the money around on the internet, but if he wants to wire it to an outside account, he has to do that with a regular phone call.”

“What do you mean, a regular phone call?”

“On a Touch-Tone phone. The right code, and the money’s outta there.”

“You mean you’re telling me that with the push of a few buttons, Bennet can wipe out that account right under our noses?”

“That’s what they’re saying. What do we want to do?”