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“Sound move. You staying at the lab?”
“No, I’ve booked a motel room.”
“You’re learning.”
“Unfortunately Ray, I learned a long time ago.”
“You always been gay then?”
“No,” Peter laughed. “Did you find anything?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary, I think he’s legit the club is clean, it’s had some problems and a few police call out’s, but it’s all normal activity.”
“Good.”
“I must admit to being curious Peter.” Ray slowed the pace as he hit late afternoon traffic.
“About?”
“You and Conner. I thought you and Annie had a thing going.”
“We did; we were eight years old and we married each other on a rock and would be in love forever.” Peter answered wistfully.
“So what happened?”
“Small town boy worked my way through MIT, I wasn’t Dad’s favourite person after the accident so I left. Guess it pretty much broke Annie and I up. I went back a few times to teach at the local school, but it never lasted.”
“You were in one of the forces though weren’t you?” Ray looked at the man next to him; acutely aware at how little he really knew about the people he worked with.
“Marine Recon, five long years. After that I taught a Psychics course in Paris and published.”
“Wow.”
“Surprised?” Peter smiled.
“Yeah I guess. So you don’t like teaching?”
“No I love teaching, I didn’t like the Island. I finally ended up in Atlanta at the CDC for a while. Elsigner headhunted me from there. I had a healthy research grant but no direction, so I took the plunge.”
“You’re a professor though, right?”
“Yeah, Physics Professor.”
“And you met Conner.”
“It wasn’t that simple.” Peter smiled.
“No?”
“No. Conner was distant and aloof. I was convinced that he didn’t like me. Obviously that was wrong, but he took me by surprise.”
“I can imagine. So was he your first?”
“Nah. I’ve always been bi; the sex of my partner doesn’t matter to me- it’s more about who the person is, a look, a touch, a smile. Something has to attract me, but I don’t do casual.”
“So Shon stands a snowball’s chance in hell.” Ray laughed.
“’Fraid so.” Peter relaxed.
~~~****~~~
“Case Log update: Curtis Rollins reporting, Chief Science Analyst Peter Axon has made contact with the owner of the under 18’s club, Thomas Lyle Shonbrin, IT specialist; there is substantial evidence of a new street drug called Nexus, we are uncertain at this time of Mr Shonbrin’s involvement. Preliminary reports suggest that the drug is administered in the form of “Kiddy Bait”- a brightly coloured padded sticker with the adhesive back laced with the drug. Local law enforcement with the assistance of Senior Data Analyst Lindsey Donner have located several likely candidates who attended the dance party along with increased gang related incidents into the schools. We have suggested that the matter is now a police investigation but have been requested to stay on to help run the gang members to ground. Luke Moncrieff has responded to detox and has tested positive for the drug. He is no longer experiencing psychotic symptoms. Dr. Clair Davis is monitoring his condition with the assistance of Dr. Radcliffe. There is a dance party organized for tomorrow evening. We have agreed to assist police in their investigations and attend. Rollins out.”
Rollins sat back and propped his feet on the conference room table, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated the turn of events. He’d always liked Axon, but now that he knew his perversion he was prepared to make certain he didn’t have to work with him again. He pursed his lips and rocked back in the chair, dark eyes searching the darker recesses of his soul and he knew that it was only a matter of time before Axon slipped up. Rollins decided that he would be waiting eagerly for that to happen.
~~~***~~~
“Matt Praeger, it’s been a long time.” Joel McKinley was Army through and through, stiff upper lip, controlled and positively relieved to see his old drinking buddy.
“How’s the family?” Matt stood up and shook the proffered hand.
“Better now we’ve got Nancy off to college. Makes life a little easier.”
“Carol still working?”
“Part time, she’s still doing local court. So you said you have a problem and that you need my help.” Joel closed the door and led Matt into a smaller office, elegantly appointed with views of the White House lawns.
“How long have we known each other?” Matt sat down in the leather chair and sighed, the drive had been a long one and he wanted to get this baby rolling.
“Twelve years, most of it seemed to make some kind of sense. Why?” Joel lit his cigarette and studied his friend.
“Got a problem Joel.”
“Yeah I got that.”
“The NID boys are still playing games with companies like Diginite and GemCorp.”
“You sound certain.”
“I am. Lots of government money is going astray and into the pocket of one Frank Elsinger.”
“Elsigner? Now there’s a name I’ve heard too much of lately. What’s he done now?”
“It’s complex Joel, I need to have you to myself for a couple of hours. And I need you to believe what I’m going to tell you.”
“You’ve never lied to me Matt, but I’m also assuming here that you wouldn’t come to me with a problem without proof.”
“I have proof.”
“Excellent.” Joel thumbed the intercom. “Cindy, hold all my calls, cancel my afternoon appointments.”
“Sir, you’re scheduled to see the President at seven.”
“I’ll be there, confirm for me.”
“Yes sir.”
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