Everybody nodded.
"I've got a fingerprint technician on the way here now to see if we can lift Mr. Morris's fingerprints from his desk. It's important for me to know if any of you have touched the desk."
A young woman's hand went up.
"Your name?"
"Sally Duff," the young woman said. "I'm Mr. Morris's secretary. I mean, I work for all the people on the platform. I think I've touched it."
"We'll want to get your fingerprints, too," Holly said.
"But I haven't done anything wrong," she protested.
"I know that. We just have to be able to distinguish your fingerprints from Mr. Morris's."
"Oh, I see."
Joy Williams spoke up. "I have a record of Franklin's fingerprints," she said. "We take everyone's prints for their personnel files. It's a security precaution."
"Did you have anyone run the prints through the state or federal computers?" Holly asked.
"No, I'm afraid not," Williams replied, sheepishly.
So much for security, Holly thought.
An hour later, Sally Duff had been fingerprinted, and the technician had gone over the desk.
"What's the story?" Holly asked.
"There's more than one set of prints here, but there are lots and lots belonging to one subject. I suspect that would be Franklin Morris."
"Did you compare them to the prints in his personnel file?"
"Yes, and they're different."
Holly turned to Joy Williams. "How were Franklin Morris's prints taken?"
"By our security department. I sent him down there, and he came back with a fingerprint card."
Holly looked at the file. "This card?" It was a standard form available from security supply businesses.
"Yes, that one."
She removed the card from the file and handed it to the technician.
"Take this back to the station and run both sets of prints. Tell Hurd I've gone to Morris's residence."
"Yes, ma'am."
Holly looked at the address on Morris's employment application. "Is this the correct address?" she asked.
"That's it," Joy replied.
"Thanks for your help, Joy. I'll let you know what we come up with."
Holly left the bank and started toward Franklin Morris's house.
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