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“Nope. It only records within a certain radius. As soon as a passenger leaves the ship, there’s no way to track him or her.”
“I have a small handful of people I want to research. Let’s start with Wendy.”
“I’m sorry, Millster. No can do. I got in deep doo last time I got caught monitoring ship employees, even though it was an employee who works for me and the knucklehead was goofing off. If I get caught again.” Sharky made a slicing motion across his neck. “Patterson will fire me.”
“Crud.” Millie frowned. “There has to be a way. Is Patterson monitoring your computer?”
“24/7.”
“Hmm. Maybe we can use my computer instead.”
Sharky’s eyes slid to the right, toward his filing cabinet.
She followed his gaze. “Let me guess, you have a personal computer that isn’t traceable.”
“Maybe.”
“We can use that. No one will be the wiser.”
Sharky grimaced. “I promised Patterson, and I’m a man of my word.”
“There has to be a way.” Millie wasn’t ready to give up. She was close…close to figuring out what had happened to Dixie—if her death was truly accidental or if something much more sinister had taken place. A brilliant idea popped into her head.
“During the course of your conversation and lecture from Patterson after you got caught, did my name happen to come up?”
Sharky thought about it. “I don’t recall you being mentioned.”
“So your promise didn’t involve me in any way?”
“No.”
“Good, because I know exactly how I can get the information without you breaking your promise.”
Chapter 24
“Don’t say a word. All you have to do is point at the RFID tracking site and I’ll figure out the rest.”
A flicker of uncertainty flitted across Sharky’s face.
“You’re conflicted.” Millie cleared her throat. “I get it. I shouldn’t pressure you into helping me. The last thing I want to do is for you to feel like I’m taking advantage of our friendship.”
“I want to help you. Seriously, I do.”
“And you have multiple times.” Millie gave Fin a pat on the head. “I’ll come up with a different plan to get the information I need.”
“Don’t go. I mean. I suppose if I show you the site and you find your own way in I won’t be breaking my promise to Patterson.” Sharky slid hiswork computer off to the side. He unlocked the filing cabinet, reached inside and removed a silver laptop. “It’s not hard to figure out which icon it is.”
Before her friend could change his mind, she hurried around the desk. Leaning in, Millie studied the images. By process of elimination, she finally figured out which one it was and clicked on the icon that looked similar to the ship’s keycards.
A screen popped up, and she promptly typed in the username and password he gave her.
Millie grinned. “Finfinder?”
“Sure. Fin’s name plus finder. It’s easy to remember.”
“I suppose it would be.” Double-clicking on the link, a new screen appeared with a box at the top, asking for a folio number. “Crud.”
“You need the passenger’s folio number,” Sharky said.
