Mitchell nodded. "Police custody," he said. "They don't pay their cops that well out there. I got talking to some in a bar. Flashed some cash. The day the contact left he rampaged through his office and smashed his PC. Musta thought he'd wrecked it."
Mitchell smirked and pulled a package out of his pocket. He reached for ward and placed a plastic bag containing a broken PC hard drive on the desk. "They couldn't see any harm in letting me have this. I think the disk is intact. Someone might be able to get something off of it for you. I figure he wouldn't'a tried to wreck it if it hadn't'a been important."