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Piece of Mind: Thin Air

Sirk Decker

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“Yeah, not much to see tonight, I can’t wait ‘till the morning.”

Decker makes his way over to the couches and accepts a folder from Dr. Slocum and takes a seat, scans over the NDA contract quickly and signs it.

Chuckling inwardly as he hands it back, most jobs he does he doesn’t even want to remember let alone share with anyone else.
 

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Hawk signed his name with a flourish on the NDA, not bothering to give it any more than a cursory read. It was really just a formality to him, after all, breaking a contract would be the least of his crimes if it became necessary.
 

Kristen and Brandon...[sblock]The agreement seems to pretty much be boilerplate, similar to other agreements both of you have signed in the past.[/sblock]After collecting the signed agreements from the assembled group, Slocum places them in his briefcase and removes an overstuffed legal-size manila folder, setting it on the coffee table. “I’m personal counsel for Dr. Martin. Recently one of Dr. Martin’s employees disappeared while on a business trip to San Diego. Attempts to locate this employee have not produced results.”

Dr. Martin leans forward in his chair. “His name is Richard Gold. He’s one of our leading researchers.” He pauses briefly. “Rich was attending a conference in San Diego, the annual meeting of the International Association for Clinical Pharmacology. He attends every year, usually to present a paper on some aspect of his research for us. Rich was due to fly back to Seattle on the morning of April 29th.” The doctor glances around the room. “He never came home.”

Outside the rain beats a tattoo, whipped by a freshening wind against the glass doors and the flagstone patio beyond. “When Dr. Gold didn’t show up for work by the following Tuesday and didn’t return calls to his home or his cell phone, Dr. Martin contacted the King County Sheriff’s Department. There was no indication that Dr. Gold had been to his residence since leaving for San Diego.” The attorney flips open the thick manila folder. “The next step was to contact our corporate security...”

“We’re the U.S. subsidiary of Strelitzer Biomedizinisch A.G.,” interrupts Dr. Martin. “They employ a firm that provides security services for us.”

Slocum nods. “The security service contacted the San Diego Police Department, which began an investigation. Dr. Gold checked out of his room on the morning of the eighth as planned, paid his bill, and took a shuttle to the airport where he exchanged his ticket for Seattle for flight to Caracas, Venezuela.” Slocum takes a sip from his drink. “He boarded the plane in San Diego and flew to Venezuela. After that we have no record of him.” Dr. Martin looks troubled as Slocum continues, “The security firm and the police confirmed that Dr. Gold boarded the plane – they interviewed the flight attendants and examined the airport security videos. He changed planes in Mexico City as planned, and the flight attendants confirmed that he exited the plane in Caracas. However, the Venezuelans report that Dr. Gold never cleared customs on arrival.” Slocum’s face is pensive. “Somewhere between the exit ramp and the customs checkpoint Dr. Gold vanished.”

The attorney glances at Dr. Martin. “The security company’s report suggests that Dr. Gold may have been delivering trade secrets to another company at the time he disappeared...”

“Don, that’s crap,” interrupts Dr. Martin angrily, rolling his eyes. He looks around the room at the group. “I recruited Rich away from Baylor University about six years ago. He’s been a huge asset for the company and a good friend to me.” The doctor shakes his head. “That just isn’t him. Besides, even if it was, he didn’t have any sensitive data with him. Corporate security checked his workstation and his home computer – nothing was disturbed, copied, or transmitted before or after he left. Our server mirrored his notebook before his trip – he had a PowerPoint presentation and a bunch of mp-3s on the hard drive, nothing of interest to anyone.” He pauses again. “That’s just not Rich,” he repeats.

Slocum shrugs slightly. “As Dr. Martin said, Dr. Gold was an important asset to the company, so corporate security feels the need to explore all angles related to the business. They also suggested he may have been a target for kidnappers. However, we’ve received no indication of any kind of foul play or other interference.” Slocum glances at the files. “The security service checked his phone records, his e-mail activity, his bank records – he’s cashed no travelers’ cheques, made no charges to either his company or personal credit cards, contacted no one by cell phone or e-mail. We’ve interviewed his friends here and in Texas, even his ex-wife – no one has heard from him. The security firm has contacted the U.S. consulate in Caracas for assistance, but frankly, we’re at a loss of where to go next.”

Dr. Martin leans settles back in his chair. “The security firm is focusing its effort on Venezuela. Their job is protecting the corporation’s interests first. I’m not satisfied that they’re doing enough for Rich. That’s why we’ve turned to you.” He arches his fingers together in front of him as he continues, “I’d like you to start a separate investigation, one that will be paid for by me directly. Take a fresh look at this, and see what you can turn up. I’m prepared to offer you each $2000.00 per week for two weeks, guaranteed, plus reasonable travel expenses and per diem if you accept.”

Slocum flips the manila folder on the table shut and taps it with a finger tip. “These are copies of Dr. Gold’s e-mails, cell phone bills, credit card statements, and ATM records for the past three months. You’re welcome to examine them, but please treat them with care, for obvious reasons. Dr. Gold lives in Sammamish – the address is in the file.”

Dr. Martin’s face is pensive as Slocum looks around the room. “Questions?”
 

Kristen listens carefully to Dr. Martin and Slocum, nodding slowly to express understanding. Once they finish, she speaks, standing and pacing back and forth in front of the windows.

"A few questions...

First, will the police and the security service be aware of our investigation? I don't think we want to step on any toes. Also, are the officials in Venezuela looking into this as well?

Second, I want access to Gold's files. All of them. I know they have been looked through, but I want to put my own eye on them.

Third, were there any skeletons in Gold's closet that we should know about that would not be in his file?

Fourth, why us? Surely there must be a professional investigative service you could use. While I'm sure that everyone you have assembled here is an expert in thier field, I'm certain that the corporate security team, the police, or even an independent investigation company would serve well."
 

Sirk sits quietly as he listens to the situation. When Slocum and Martin finishes he listens to Kristen's questions and waits to hear the response.
 

Seemed that this job was essentially going to be glorified chauffeur work, Hawk figured, leaning back in his chair. Boring, yet profitable work. Not the type he preferred, but begger's can't be chosers. And in any case, there was always the off chance that something interesting might happen.

"What sort of work or projects was Dr. Gold working on before he left for the conference?" Hawk asked, running through possibilities in his head. "Anything that would be praticularly valuable to another corporation or state? Follow the money, that's what I always say when looking for a motive."
 

"You mentioned your parent company's security firm? Who are they, what sort of aid can we expect from them. I don't want to find my own head on the proverbial chopping block for corporate espionage just because you've decided to sideline yourself some Scoobies to satisfy your curiosity," Brandon says. "Are we going to be employees on the books, with badges and all that and clearances to do the job, or are we going to find ourselves straned in Mexico City one day and the checks stop rolling in because Strelitzer Biomedizinisch has decided to tug the leash?"

"Next, say we find Dr. Gold and it happens that he doesn't care to be found? You're not expecting, of course, that we somehow compel him against his will, right?"
Brandon looks Slocum directing in the eye, knowing that the suggestion of illegal activities on the contract would invalidate the whole deal. "If we find Gold and he's just made some sort of effort to make a new life with a pretty girl down there, then I'm not going to allow for tossing him in a sack and returning to the States. Agreed?"

"Just how likely do you think it is, in your personal opinion, that the situation is dangerous and why?"
 

“First, will the police and the security service be aware of our investigation? I don't think we want to step on any toes. Also, are the officials in Venezuela looking into this as well?” begins Kristen.

Dr. Martin shakes his head. “No. As far as the police, we’ve been told by officials here in Seattle, in California, and in Venezuela that at this point there doesn’t seem to be a crime committed. Rich booked the flight and there’s nothing to indicate than any coercion took place.” He sips his water before continuing, “As far as Strelitzer’s security, frankly I’m not impressed with the work they’ve done. They’re efficient but them seem to have drawn a conclusion already, and my gut tells me that it’s not as cut-and-dried as they’re making it out to be.”

“Second, I want access to Gold's files. All of them. I know they have been looked through, but I want to put my own eye on them,” Kristen continues. Dr. Martin nods. “You can access Rich’s files from here. I’ll set you up with my administrator’s password.”

“Third, were there any skeletons in Gold's closet that we should know about that would not be in his file?” she asks.

Dr. Martin again shakes his head. “Nothing that we’ve uncovered. There were no irregularities in the bank records – no unusual debts or income, anything like that. Aside from a trip to Vegas once in awhile and the office football pool he doesn’t gamble. No drugs that I know of. He bought his house a couple of years ago.” Dr. Martin thinks for a moment. “Rich has been divorced for about ten years now. His ex-wife Jeanne lives in Fort Worth – she remarried, around 1998, I think. Rich has had a few relationships over the years, no one special. He was dating a woman in Seattle but they broke it off about six months ago, amicably. He has a daughter, Annalee – she’s a film student at the University of Miami.” Dr. Martin leans back with a sigh. “Annalee.” He looks at the attorney. “I hate to say it but I’m glad Jeanne made that call and not me.” Martin’s face is pained at the thought. “He’s a good scientist, respected by his colleagues, making a competitive salary, doing work that he enjoys at the top of his game. That’s why this is all so hard to fathom.”

Kristen asks one more question. “Fourth, why us? Surely there must be a professional investigative service you could use. While I'm sure that everyone you have assembled here is an expert in thier field, I'm certain that the corporate security team, the police, or even an independent investigation company would serve well.”

Slocum answers this one. “The news of Dr. Gold’s disappearance could affect the worth of Martin Pharmacology and so far every effort has been made to keep this quiet,” replies the attorney. “Dr. Martin asked for a private inquiry into the matter as the police have not expressed undue concern and the security agency for the company is at a standstill. It was my recommendation that we assemble a small group, quietly, to pursue any leads that may have been missed.”

“What sort of work or projects was Dr. Gold working on before he left for the conference?” Hawk asks. “Anything that would be particularly valuable to another corporation or state? Follow the money, that's what I always say when looking for a motive.”

Dr. Martin nods. “Rich is a leader in the field of the treatment of schizophrenia – his work is valuable from both a business and a medical standpoint. Rich has been working on atypical antipsychotics, drugs that combat the illness without some of the debilitating side effects that come with more conventional medications, such as withdrawal, loss of energy, the inability to concentrate.” Again he looks pensive. “His lab work has been quite promising, really revolutionary – we received FDA approval to begin clinical trials next month. Now...” His voice trails off.

“You mentioned your parent company's security firm? Who are they, what sort of aid can we expect from them. I don't want to find my own head on the proverbial chopping block for corporate espionage just because you've decided to sideline yourself some Scoobies to satisfy your curiosity,” Brandon says. “Are we going to be employees on the books, with badges and all that and clearances to do the job, or are we going to find ourselves stranded in Mexico City one day and the checks stop rolling in because Strelitzer Biomedizinisch has decided to tug the leash?”

“Strelitzer’s security firm is based in London – Snowden Group LLC. They handle corporate clients around the world. As we mentioned, Dr. Martin is funding this investigation privately,” replies the attorney. “The other document in your folder is a personal services contract. Travel expenses are included in the terms – if you like, we can add a codicil that guarantees a return to Seattle upon the completion of either the investigation or the contract.”

“The well is not bottomless in terms of funds,” Dr. Martin adds, “but I will do my best to provide you with the means to do a thorough job.”

“Next, say we find Dr. Gold and it happens that he doesn't care to be found? You're not expecting, of course, that we somehow compel him against his will, right?” Brandon looks Slocum directly in the eye, knowing that the suggestion of illegal activities on the contract would invalidate the whole deal. “If we find Gold and he's just made some sort of effort to make a new life with a pretty girl down there, then I'm not going to allow for tossing him in a sack and returning to the States. Agreed?”

Slocum nods. “Under no condition are we asking your or expecting you to do anything illegal in the course of this investigation,” he states firmly. “We expect you to act within law at all times.”

Dr. Martin nods as well. “I’d be lying if I said I don’t have concerns for Martin Pharmacology in this. Rich’s work means a great deal to the company, and it would be a serious blow to the business if his research turned up in the hands of one of our competitors.” His gaze takes in each person in the room. “However, we have corporate attorneys who can handle that situation, should it arise. Your job is to find him, insure that he is safe, and report to me.”

“Just how likely do you think it is, in your personal opinion, that the situation is dangerous and why?” Bandon concludes.

Dr. Martin and Slocum look at each other, a bit unsure. “Both the police and the security firm are confident that Dr. Gold was not kidnapped, as it’s been three weeks without word since his disappearance. Beyond that we simply don’t know what situation you may encounter,” the attorney replies evenly. “Of course we expect you to act with due discretion for your own safety at all times. That’s really all I have to offer you for now.”

“If there are no other questions, your contracts are in the folder. If you agree to terms please sign them and return them to me,” continues Slocum. “Travel arrangements and other expenditures will be handled through my office. The guest house has been set up for you for tonight.”

“You’re welcome to stay through Sunday morning if you like. My wife and son are visiting my in-laws in Mount Vernon this weekend, and I’m leaving the island first thing in the morning to meet them,” says Dr. Martin. “Dr. Alexander, we can set up a connection with the computers at work whenever you’re ready. In the meantime you have the records pulled together by Don. Both of our personal cell phone numbers are in there, if you need additional assistance.”
 

The Shaman said:
“Dr. Alexander, we can set up a connection with the computers at work whenever you’re ready.

"Thank you, Doctor. I will work on that this evening."

She signs the contract and hands it over to Slocum, seemingly satisfied with the answers the two businessmen gave.
 

Brandon signs in an almost illegible scrawl quickly with a thoughtful expression on his face, and allows himself to be led away to get his things unpacked.
 

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