The file icon that appeared was unnamed. He double-clicked on the icon to open it. A list of corporate names appeared that Thomas didn't know anything about. He opened a random file, but saw only tables and numbers. Thomas felt a stab of fear that he had snatched the wrong disks even though these were the only disks. Nothing that he saw made sense to him, but these were the disks Chief Talley wanted, so maybe the Chief would understand.
Thomas stopped in his work to listen for squeaks. The hall was quiet.
Thomas turned on his phone again, but this time the power indicator showed that less than half the power remained. He was down to almost a quarter of a charge.
Thomas pushed his redial button to call Chief Talley.
Talley climbed back over the wall where Martin and Hicks were waiting for him. Martin was angry.
'That was really dumb. What do you think you accomplished?'
Talley hurried away without answering her. He didn't want her around when Thomas called. He radioed Maddox to recount his conversation with Rooney as he walked around the side of the neighbor's house, and kept it short. He left out that Rooney had told him about the enormous store of cash in the house, as that would raise too many questions, and felt terrible about it. Talley was a negotiator. Another negotiator was depending on him, and Talley was lying by omission. Maybe that was why he kept the call short; he couldn't stand himself for doing it.
His phone rang as he reached the cul-de-sac. He hurried into a neighboring drive, out of sight of the house, and stood by himself.
'I got'm!'
Talley forced himself to stay calm. He didn't have anything yet.
'Good work, son. You're back in your room now, right? You're safe?'
'That big guy, Mars, he almost caught me, but I hid. What was that thing you blew up in the backyard? That was so cool!'
'Thomas, when we're done with this, I'll let you blow up one of those things yourself, you want. But not now, okay? I need to know what's on those disks.'
'Numbers. I think it's somebody's taxes.'
'You've opened them?'
'I told you I could.'
Martin and Hicks came out of the neighboring drive and joined the other officers behind the police vehicles that filled the cul-de-sac, Martin working her way to Maddox. Talley moved farther away.
'You sure did, Thomas. Are those disks labeled?'
'Uh-huh. Just like you said, disk one and disk two.'
Tell me what you got when you opened them.'
'I got one open right now.'
'Okay, tell me what you see.'
Talley patted himself down for his pad and pen in case he had to write.
Thomas described a list of files named for companies that Talley didn't recognize, anonymous names like Southgate Holdings and Desert Entertainment. Then Thomas mentioned two more companies: Palm Springs Ventures and The Springs Winery. There was the Palm Springs connection: Smith's home had been built by a Palm Springs contractor. Talley had Thomas open the Palm Springs Ventures file, but from Thomas's descriptions it sounded like a balance sheet or some kind of profit-and-loss statement without identifying the individuals involved. Talley scratched down the names on his pad.
'Open the files and see if there are any names.'
After a second, Thomas said, 'All I see is numbers. It's money.'
'Okay. Open the other disk. Tell me what that one says.'
Even the few seconds that it took Thomas to change the disks seemed to take forever, Talley sweating every moment of it that the boy would be discovered. But then Thomas read off file names and Talley knew that this was the one: Black, White, Up Money, Down Money, Transfers, Source, Cash Receipts, and others. Thomas was still reading file names when Talley stopped him.
'That's enough. The file named Black. Open that one.'
'It's more files.'
'Named what?'
'I think it's states. CA, AZ, NV, FL. Is NV Nevada?'
'Yeah, that's Nevada. Open California.'
Thomas described a long table that went on for pages listing names that Talley didn't recognize, along with dates and payments received. Talley grew antsy. This was taking too much time.
'Read off more of the file names.'
Thomas read off six or seven more names when Talley stopped him again.
'Open that one. Corporate Taxes.'
'Now there's more numbers, but I think they're years. Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, like that.'
'Open this year.'
'It's a tax form that my dad makes up to send to the government.'
'Up at the top of the page, does it say whose tax it is, maybe a company name?'
The boy didn't answer.
'Thomas?'
'I'm looking.'
Talley glanced toward the cul-de-sac. Martin was watching him. She held his eye for a moment, then said something to Hicks and came toward him, hunched over to stay under cover of the cars.
'It says Family Enterprises.'
'But there's no one's name?'
'Uh-uh.'
Talley wanted to look at the disks himself; if he could see them he knew he could find what he needed instead of depending on a ten-year-old boy.
'Look for something like Officers or Executive Compensation, something like that.'
