“It’s okay, Viggie, just a little disagreement, we have them all the time.” She said sharply to Sean, “Don’t we?”
Sean nodded. “All the time.” He got up and joined them.
Viggie was dressed in denim overalls, her hair done up in the usual pigtails. Michelle noted that the girl’s fingernails had been bitten down completely.
Sean said, “She has to go to class. They have a school here for workers with families. It’s right down the hall in the mansion.” He lowered his voice. “I’ve arranged to have a guard sit with her. We’ll be back before class lets out.”
“Back, back from where?”
“You’ll see.”
CHAPTER
45
THEY DROPPED VIGGIE OFF in the schoolroom. Before they left Viggie, Michelle and Sean spoke to her teacher, a middle-aged woman.
“A special case,” the teacher said about Viggie. “But on her good days she’s as brilliant as any student I’ve ever had.”
“Alicia Chadwick says she can factor large numbers in her head,” Sean said.
“Exactly. Can you imagine being able to see millions, if not billions of numbers neatly lined up in your mind’s eye?”
Sean said, “No, I can’t. I actually have trouble remembering my own phone number.”
They left Viggie with her teacher and guard and headed out. In the hall they ran into Alicia Chadwick.
“She’s safe in the school,” Sean told her and then explained about Horatio. “Maybe he can help her.”
“Get through the ordeal of her father’s death?” Alicia asked, casting him a sharp glance. “Or something else?”
“Alicia, if she knows anything about Monk’s death we need to find that out. The sooner we find out the less important Viggie becomes to a killer.”
Alicia said, “Okay, let’s do it.”
As Sean and Michelle walked the grounds of the mansion, he said, “The place was built by a guy who made a fortune selling people canned food packed full of crap that probably killed as many consumers as not.”
“I didn’t see any sign with the name Babbage Town.”
“Funny, neither did I.” He went over the hut system with her and then gave Michelle a more detailed rundown of his conversation with Champ and the quantum computer.
“I’ve got Joan digging on who owns this place. Say what you want about her, she’s really good at that.”
“Most animals with claws are,” Michelle shot back.
They eventually came to stand in front of Turing’s now empty cottage. “FBI Special Agent with-a-bad-attitude Michael Ventris took all the stuff but I’m having Joan run down where Monk might have traveled to.”
“You said Alicia mentioned it was overseas?”
“She just didn’t know where.”
He took her to Len Rivest’s cottage next.
“Did you check Champ’s alibi on the night Rivest was killed?” she asked.
“Computer says he clocked in Hut Number Two at eleven-thirty and punched out at three in the morning. So whoever I saw around two in the morning, it wasn’t him.”
“And since it looks like Rivest had been dead for at least five hours when you found him, that rules Champ out.”