Chip parked on Nassau Street one block down from the Burnham Pike building. The only traffic was a lone cab with a fare in the back-seat that cruised past. This part of Manhattan was mostly deserted at this time of night.
Ben got out of the car. “Give me twenty minutes, and if I’m not back by then, you can call in the reinforcements.”
“Careful,” Chip said. “We need you.”
“Cassy first,” Ben said, and he headed up the street.
Hardy was waiting alone outside the building.
Ben stopped a few feet away from him, took the flash drive from his pocket, and held it up. “Where’s Cassy?”
“How do I know that’s the flash drive she made?”
“You saw the list of Donni Imani’s possessions from the morgue, didn’t you?”
“I got it earlier, after you’d been there.”
“It will have listed the flash drive with the writing SCANDISK printed on one side and SCANDISK CRUZER 408 on the other, plus some other numbers and symbols on the bottom.”
Hardy checked his phone, which had the inventory. “That’s right,” he said. He squinted at the screen. “It had a small piece of paper taped to the bottom of it. I don’t see it on the drive you’ve brought me.”
“I don’t know about that. It must have come off.” The slip of paper had the password, and Ben wasn’t about to hand it over.
With a grunt, Hardy gave him an address in Brighton Beach.
“If she’s not there, I will come back for you. Understand?”
Hardy nodded and held out his hand.
Ben stepped forward and gave him the flash drive. “Go back inside.”
“If this isn’t the real drive, I know how to find you. Understand?”
Ben nodded, and Hardy turned and went inside the bank building.