Barbier walked out of Vosky’s bedroom and headed for the front door. He suspected it would take the forensic division of the RCMP days to analyze all the material. He stopped when he saw Martin Daigle standing in the middle of the living room looking past him into Vosky’s room.
“There’ll be some other agents arriving in the next few hours. I’d appreciate it if you would assist them.”
“Of course. What is all that stuff in there?”
“I don’t know but it’s way beyond anything I’d understand,” he answered, escorting Daigle out of the house and back to his car. Barbier did take the time to remind Mr. Daigle that he had assisted him in a highly confidential matter that involved the national security of Canada. He handed him one of his cards.
“Please call me if Mr. Steinhoff should return unexpectedly.”
Daigle glanced at the card. “I’m a patriotic man, sir. You can count on me.”
With his inward grin, Barbier climbed back into his car and reached for his cell phone. He tapped in the number to the director’s office so that he could make the arrangements to get a team out to Vosky’s house to gather up the contents and get them back to RCMP headquarters.
“It’s Barbier. Would you please see if the director is available to speak with me?”
“Please hold.” The director was a compulsive and highly organized man but was rarely available when Barbier called. He was, however, generally good about returning his phone calls in a reasonable amount of time. Barbier knew he couldn’t leave the island until he had heard from him. He figured his best bet was to go into town and get something to eat. Barbier started the engine and pulled away from the curb expecting to hear from his assistant that the director would call him back as soon as possible. He had just pulled away from the curb when she came back on the line.
“The director will speak with you now. Please hold.”