Ms. Evans sat there for a moment, either trying to remember or trying to work out how to phrase it.
“He got her personal information from our files,” she said at last. “He used it to contact her outside of the scope of her employment. He sent her messages that were… well, entirely inappropriate, trying to get a date with her. When several other young women also made complaints about his behavior, I had no choice but to let him go.”
“When?” Christopher asked.
“A couple of months ago.”
But not before he’d worked at the agency for more than long enough to do damage, with full access to the personal details of young women. If this man was their killer, then his time at the agency would have given him a whole storehouse of potential victims, along with the details of exactly where to find them in their jobs.
“I need an address and a phone number for him, please,” Christopher said.
It meant one thing in Christopher’s mind: they had a suspect at last. They needed to talk to Ben Astor as soon as possible.