A Texas Family Reunion. Judy Christenberry

settled behind his desk.

      Pete Dansky shut the office door and moved closer to David’s desk. “We’ve got problems.”

      David’s head snapped up. “What are you talking about?”

      “Our government contact just called me. He said we must have a spy, because someone else submitted a bid very close to ours in design.”

      “That can happen,” David said slowly. “Did it have—”

      “It had everything ours had except for the last bit of work you and I did. I described it to Williams and he told me it wasn’t there.”

      “Then we still have a chance?” David asked.

      “Yes, as long as the last bit doesn’t get passed on.”

      “Are those papers in your office?”

      “They’re in my safe!”

      “Good. But we can’t let anyone work on them but you and me, and that’s going to slow things down. Can we meet the deadline?”

      “I don’t think so. Even if you and I work day and night, I doubt we can finish.”

      “So we have to find who betrayed us and fast.” David leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.

      A long minute passed. At last Pete said, “David? Are you napping or thinking?”

      “I’m thinking. I need to make a phone call to some people who can help us.”

      “You’re sure?”

      “Yes. It’s a detective agency that my cousin works for. I’ll see if they can take our case and how soon.”

      “And you think they’ll be able to find the spy?”

      “Yeah, I do. What I need you to do, Pete, is list all the employees who had access to the files.”

      “Okay. I’ll be back with a list in ten minutes.”

      “Good.”

      Once Pete had left his office, David got the number of Greenfield and Associates and dialed it. When a woman answered who wasn’t his cousin, he assumed it was Carrie.

      “This is David Buford. I need to know if your firm does personnel reviews.”

      “Yes, David, we do. What have you got in mind?”

      He explained the situation.

      “I see. Let me pass you to Jim. Hang on.”

      It was a couple of minutes before Jim picked up the line. “David, Carrie explained your situation and what you want. I think we can do the job, assuming we have complete access to your employee files and are allowed to interview anyone we want. I’ve got a few things I can put off. We can start tomorrow morning. Does that work for you?”

      David told him it did, and they hung up. He felt satisfied. He might not’ve seen Jim for twenty-three years, but he sensed that Jim hadn’t changed. He’d been honest as a boy, and he still was. David could trust his older brother.

      THE NEXT MORNING Jim was sitting in David’s reception area when he arrived. Which was good. What wasn’t good was that Alex was sitting next to him.

      “What’s she doing here?” he demanded when he saw his cousin.

      Jim raised one eyebrow. “She works with us now, remember?”

      “Of course, but yesterday was her first day. Isn’t she kind of green?”

      Jim rose to his feet. “Suppose the three of us go into your office, David,” Jim suggested. “We can discuss things there.” Alexandra stood up, too, her face flushed with anger.

      David led the way into his office. After they followed him in, he closed the door. “Well?”

      “Look,” Jim said, “we didn’t hire Alexandra to train from scratch. We hired her because she’s already been trained in most things. She’s quite able to do an interview and assess the data in the files. If you have a problem with that, you’ll have to hire another firm.”

      Alexandra protested. “No, I don’t want you to lose—”

      Jim stopped her. “This is not your decision, Alexandra. The four of us discussed it yesterday and decided this would be our approach. It’s up to David to decide whether or not to accept what we’re offering.” He stared at David.

      “Of course. I just thought…” David said. “Your wife seemed….”

      “Carrie is the one who suggested Alexandra come. Alexandra has done a lot more interviews than Carrie.”

      “You have?” David asked, frowning at his cousin.

      “Of course I have, David. That’s a big part of a cop’s job, talking to people, either as victims or criminals.”

      “Oh, yeah. Well, that’s fine. I didn’t mean to make a fuss. It just took me by surprise.”

      “So you’re satisfied?” Jim asked.

      “Yes, of course. We thought you could work in the conference room next door, unless you need separate rooms?”

      “No, we’re going to work together. We’ll look over the files and then start pulling people in to interview.”

      “Okay, sure. And I’ll take you both to lunch.”

      “It would be better if you ordered in food for the three of us and anyone else you trust so we can discuss any questions we have.”

      “Oh, right. Yeah, Pete Dansky. We’ll bring in lunch.”

      “Great. Then we’ll see you in three hours,” Jim said with a smile and moved to the door, Alexandra following.

      EARLIER, JIM AND ALEXANDRA had discussed how they would handle the interviews. Jim had suggested they take turns being the lead, and Alexandra had said she felt comfortable with that. Once they were in the conference room, they each took two files and read them.

      “Anything in either of yours?” Jim asked.

      “No, they look fairly straightforward.”

      “Okay, let’s interview these four, one after the other. You be the lead on your files and I’ll be the lead on mine.”

      The four interviews were completed in only half an hour. Jim and Alexandra put those files aside and moved on to another four. When they had questions about something in a file, they called Carrie. She found the information online and reported back.

      By noon, they had cleared twenty-four employees. When the last interview ended, David and another man came into the room, loaded down with packages of food.

      “How’d the morning go?” David asked.

      “So far, so good,” Jim said. “You have some great people working for you.”

      “We only have a couple of questions,” Alexandra said. “One person had actually worked for the company who made the duplicate bid. She hadn’t listed it on her previous employments. Her name is Judith Green.”

      Both men stared at Alexandra.

      “She did?” David asked. “And she told you that?”

      “Alex noticed the time gap in her list of previous employers. Apparently, whoever interviewed her didn’t ask the right questions.”

      “Maybe whoever it was was distracted by a pretty face,” Alexandra challenged, staring at her cousin.

      “It wasn’t me!” David declared.

      “It was me,” the other man said. “I remember because I did notice the time gap in her résumé. I asked her and she said her mother had been sick and she took time off work to nurse her back to health.”

      Alex