Shit. She was locked out. No way to access Charlie Rizzo's case file – and now no way to access the lab's fingerprint database. The same password worked on both systems.
Darby leaned back in her chair and stared out of the window, thinking.
The first problem – information on Charlie Rizzo's case – was easy enough to solve. The lead investigator was a Greek guy by the name of Stan Karakas, who had long since retired from the force. The question was whether or not he was still living in the city – or the state.
The Retired Boston Police Officers Association would know. They'd have contact information, address and phone numbers. Their offices were closed now, but she could call them first thing tomorrow morning. Better yet, she could drive over to West Roxbury and talk to someone in person.
Now the second and more pressing problem: what to do with the papers inside her jacket pocket? She could ask one of the lab techs to do it on the sly. Randy Scott would do it, no questions asked… but if Leland found out, the prick would go out of his way to punish Randy. Scratch Randy. Scratch anyone here at the lab, which left her -
Darby leaned forward and grabbed the phone.