“Fuck!” He pounded his fist on the sink. “Mason! Call it in. Get the word out.” The sink had overflowed, and Rad, stepping backward from the window, slipped and almost went down. “Fuck! Jesus, Jenner.” In the office, Green’s neatly folded white coat sat on a leather daybed. The desk drawers were all closed, and the appointment book Jenner had noticed earlier lay there un-disturbed. Behind the desk, his computer monitor was off. Jenner saw that the light below the screen was flickering. “Rad! Behind you! His computer—the monitor’s turned off, but the computer’s on!” “What?” Jenner stepped over to the computer and ripped the plug out of the wall. The yellow LED on the front of the CPU went out. “What are you doing?” “I think he’s trying to delete his files.” Rad looked around the room angrily, as if waiting for Green to tumble out from behind a piece of furniture so he could beat the crap out of him. “Fuck! ” Jenner and Garcia watched Crime Scene processing Green’s Mercedes in the alley.
