Together Cami and Stu began scrolling through the medications named on the autopsy report, looking up each of them and studying all the recommended cautions concerning possible side effects. One simple warning was common to them all: DO NOT USE WITH ALCOHOL.
Two minutes later, however, another red flash briefing announcement appeared on a neighboring monitor.
“What is it, Frigg?”
“I am sending you several media reports on the attack on Christine Miramar. These will provide detailed information about the crime itself and about the court-martial proceedings that followed. The articles were originally in Spanish. As with the medication list, I’m providing side-by-side views of both the original article as well as the English translation.”
“Did you say court-martials?” Stu asked.
“Six perpetrators were involved in what was termed a gang rape. At the time all of them were active-duty airmen with United States Air Force who were stationed at Howard Air Force Base. They were all court-martialed. Although they were all found guilty of rape, for some reason none of them did any jail time. They were all dishonorably discharged from the service and sent home. Local Panamanian authorities could have charged them with civilian criminal offenses as well but declined to do so.”
“So they all got a pass,” Cami murmured.
“I don’t think so,” Frigg replied. “They’re all dead.”
“That’s hardly surprising,” Stu said. “After all, it’s more than a quarter of a century later.”
“The court-martial proceedings occurred in 1991. At the time the perpetrators were all in their early to mid-twenties. In 1991, the average life expectancy for adult American males was 70.0. Statistically speaking, it would be unusual for all of them to be dead.”
“What are you saying?”
“On Saturday afternoon of this week, Graciella Miramar did a computer search for the names of all six perpetrators. I’m sending you copies of the material she found.”
“Are you saying you think Graciella had something to do with their deaths and with her mother’s death, too?”
“Ms. Miramar was still a schoolgirl at the time these other deaths occurred,” Frigg replied, “so no, I do not believe she was personally responsible. Still, since not one of the six men died of natural causes, I believe someone was expediting their deaths.”
“Okay, send the material over, and we’ll take a look. Anything else?”
“Between September 10 and now, Mr. Webster’s Bitcoin account dropped to a low of 2. However, he received a three Bitcoin deposit as of late this afternoon. It was made yesterday but didn’t post until today. It was routed through someone named Robert Kemper. That is evidently an alias of some kind. So far I’ve had no luck tracking him down.”
“What Bitcoin account?” Cami asked. “I don’t remember seeing one of those on the Ron Webster background check.”
“It came in after you went upstairs,” Stu told her. “Frigg told me about it earlier. That new three BTC deposit is worth approximately $15,000.”
“Is it possible that’s how Webster was paid for installing the surveillance equipment?” Cami asked.
“Will there be anything else, Mr. Ramey?” Frigg asked.
“Yes,” Cami put in quickly. “Ask her to tell us whatever she can about a Mexican drug dealer named El Pescado.”
“No need to relay the message, Ms. Lee,” Frigg said. “I heard your question. I’ll get right on it.”
“Wait,” Cami said. “How do you know who I am?”
“Ms. Miramar compiled dossiers on all the people employed by High Noon Enterprises. One of the three females is listed as being in her twenties. Your speech patterns are indicative of someone in her early twenties. The other two females, Ms. Reynolds and Ms. Malone, are much older than that.”
“I see,” Cami said.
“Is that all you need at the moment, Mr. Ramey?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“All right, then, I’ll be going.”
“An AI with situational awareness?” Cami muttered under her breath.
Nodding, Stuart switched off the speaker.
“Wow,” Cami added. “Just wow!”
“My sentiments exactly,” Stu said. “Frigg is really something.”