COLLATERAL CASUALTIES (The Kate Huntington mystery series) by Kassandra Lamb Page B

Kate.”
                “Or to anyone else,” Kate said.
                Rob started flipping through the old-fashioned Rolodex on his desk. He pulled out several cards as he went. “I can send the information about the ambassador’s true identity, in sealed envelopes, to several colleagues, with instructions to go to the FBI with them if I fail to contact them at given times.”
                “That’ll work,” Rose said.
                Rob reached over and hit the power button on his computer to boot it up. “The question is, how do we let the ambassador know we’ve done that?” He opened his word processing program, then flexed his thick fingers and started to hunt and peck on the keyboard.
                Rose rolled her eyes. She walked over and nudged Rob’s shoulder, then made a shooing motion. “If we wait for you to type out the whole sorry story, we’ll be here ’til midnight.”
                Rob vacated his desk chair and Rose sat down. Her fingers flew over the keys. “Do you know how to get in touch with this ambassador?” she asked Kate without missing a stroke.
                “No, I don’t know his name, or even what country he’s from. Mill... uh, my client knew where his mistress lived. That’s where he sent the PI to get a picture.”
                “I’m going to need to put your client’s name in here.” Rose nodded toward the computer monitor. “If someone has to eventually give this information to the authorities, they’ll need to know the connection to his death.”
                Kate hesitated, then sighed. Miller would want her to do what she had to do to protect herself and her loved ones, not to mention his own family. “It’s Miller Dawson.”
                Rose hit the page up key and filled in the name.
                “Miller was going to turn the ambassador in. Until he got the second letter. He called me, all torn up...”  Kate’s throat tightened as she remembered that wrenching conversation. “He decided to go to the meeting. But either the ambassador wasn’t as sincere as he sounded, or someone else got to Miller first.”
                “This ambassador won’t know we don’t know his name,” Mac said. “We just need to figure out how to contact him, so’s we can tell him ’bout the insurance.”
                Rose clicked the mouse and pages started spewing out of Rob’s printer. Then she opened the computer’s browser. “I can find out who he is.”
                “No!” Kate reached across the desk and grabbed Rose’s arm. “The ambassador warned me not to do an internet search or do anything to find out about him.”
                “They can’t be monitoring every search engine out there,” Rob said.
                Rose sat back in the desk chair. “No, but they could be monitoring the hits on the embassy site. Once I find him, they’ll know it. And they might be able to track it back to this computer. I’ll have to get Dolph to work on it.”
                Kate thought about that for a moment. Dolph Randolph, a retired police detective, was the oldest member of the Canfield and Hernandez staff, but he was by far the most computer savvy of them all, with the exception of Rob’s wife, Liz. But still...
                “I don’t want to involve anybody else,” she said, shaking her head. “The private detective would have the mistress’s address. Miller said the ambassador goes there several times a week.”
                “Who was the PI?” Rose asked.
                “Skip gave me two referrals, but I can’t remember their names. I shredded the paper with the information on it once I passed it on to Miller. The guy he most likely used was the one Skip said was a little sleazy.”
                “Howie