“It’s true.” Marcus scooted closer, so that he could see the screen. “Follow the money?”

“It’s an adage for a reason.” Diesel pointed at the spreadsheet he’d been studying. “I downloaded his most recent bank statements. Guy had his online bank account bookmarked and the password saved by his browser.”

“He deserved to get hacked, then,” Marcus said airily.

Diesel snorted. “Well, he certainly didn’t make it hard for me to do. I was surprised the cops hadn’t locked his accounts down, but I guess they’re a little slow on the draw. He was spending money at three times the rate he was making it. And . . .” He clicked to another tab. “He sold his house.”

Marcus blinked. “To whom?”

“I don’t know yet. I haven’t had time to drill into the transaction. The buyer is buried in shell corporations.” He cracked a knuckle, then wiggled his fingers. “I was about to start in on that.”

“What makes you think he has a thing for boys?” Marcus whispered.

Diesel clenched his jaw until it hurt. “Found some links to kiddie porn in his browser history. And photos. Not as hard-core as some of the shit I’ve seen on this job, but still . . . well, the photos aren’t going to look good for Michael, either.”

Marcus winced. “He had photos of Michael?”

“Yeah. And a few of Joshua.” Diesel swallowed hard. “Bath time.” The rage was back and he fought it down so that he could breathe. It was a good thing that the fucker was already dead, otherwise he’d kill him himself. “I didn’t make copies of any of his porn. The cops will find it when they search his computer. He tried to hide it in a partition on his hard drive, but a five-year-old could have found it.”

“So Michael had motive.”

Diesel felt sick, imagining the cops questioning the kid. “Yeah. But he didn’t do it. I just . . . don’t believe he did.”

“You’ve always had a good gut,” Marcus said softly. “He’s not you, though.”

Diesel’s gaze flew to his friend’s face, his mouth falling open, panic freezing his heart so that it skipped a beat. He could feel the color draining from his face. “What?”