'I mean it, Daniel. I'll buzz you as soon as I get some free time.'
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Daniel could not concentrate on the pleading he was drafting because his thoughts kept drifting to the Insufort case. He could not believe that Geller Pharmaceuticals would intentionally sell a product that produced the horrible results he'd seen in Aaron Flynn's office. He had met many of the Geller executives. They weren't monsters. The results that Sergey Kaidanov wrote about had to be an anomaly.
Daniel set aside the pleading and opened a large folder that held all of the Insufort studies. He started with the earliest and worked his way through them looking for anything that would help. By the time he had finished his review it was almost one. Daniel suddenly remembered Susan's promise to call him when she was through with her work. He dialed Susan's extension and her secretary told him that she had left for the day. Daniel wasn't surprised. Deep down he knew that Susan was not going to help him. If he wanted to stay at Reed, Briggs, he was going to have to save himself, but how?
Suddenly he laughed. The answer was obvious. Sergey Kaidanov wrote the report that was about to torpedo Geller's defense. Kaidanov's study had to be flawed. If he could find out why Kaidanov had erred he would save the litigation and, maybe, his job.
Daniel dialed Geller Pharmaceuticals and was connected to the receptionist in research and development.
'Dr. Kaidanov isn't in,' she told him.
'When will he be in?'
'I couldn't say.'
'I'm an attorney at Reed, Briggs, Stephens, Stottlemeyer and Compton, the law firm that represents Geller Pharmaceuticals, and I need to speak with Dr. Kaidanov about a matter of importance to a suit that was brought against your company.'
'I'm supposed to refer all inquiries about Dr. Kaidanov to Dr. Schroeder. May I transfer you to his office?'
'I don't want to bother Dr. Schroeder. I know how busy he is. I'd rather just speak to Dr. Kaidanov myself.'
'Well, you can't. He's not in and he hasn't been in for more than a week.'
'Is he on vacation?'
'I don't have that information. You'll have to talk to Dr. Schroeder. Do you want me to connect you?'
'Uh, no. That's okay. Thanks.'
Daniel dialed information and discovered that Sergey Kaidanov had an unlisted phone number. He thought for a moment then phoned personnel at Geller Pharmaceuticals.
'I need an address and phone number for Dr. Sergey Kaidanov,' he said to the clerk who answered. 'He works in research and development.'
'I can't give out that information over the phone.'
Daniel was desperate. He had to get to Kaidanov.
'Listen,' he said forcefully, 'this is George Fournet in legal. We just received a subpoena for Kaidanov. He's out of the office and I've got to get in touch with him ASAP. If he doesn't show up for his deposition we're going to be held in contempt by the judge. I have a messenger waiting to hand-deliver the subpoena, but he's all dressed up with no place to go.'
'I'm not sure . . .'
'What's your name?'
'Bea Twiley.'
'Did you get mine, Ms. Twiley; George Fournet? I am the head of the legal department and I don't waste my time on frivolous calls. Do you want to go to court and explain to United States District Court Judge Ivan Norris why you're there instead of Dr. Kaidanov?'
Chapter Eight.
It was a little after three when Daniel found Sergey Kaidanov's drab, gray bungalow in a run-down neighborhood on the east side of the Willamette. The paint was peeling and the front lawn had not been mowed in a while. It was not the type of home in which Daniel expected to find a research scientist who worked for a prosperous pharmaceutical company.
The weather had turned nasty and there was no one on the street. Daniel parked down the block and watched the house. The shades in the front windows were drawn and the old newspapers lying on the lawn told Daniel that no one was home. He hunched his shoulders to ward off the wind and shivered as he walked up the path to Kaidanov's front door. After ringing the bell three times, he gave up. Daniel raised the metal flap of the mail slot and peeked inside the house. Mail was scattered across the floor.
Daniel followed a slate path that ran along the side of the bungalow to the back of the house. A low chain- link fence ran around the edge of a small, unkempt yard. Daniel opened the gate and went to the back door. The shades on the kitchen window were drawn. He knocked a few times, then tried the knob. The door opened. Daniel was about to call out Kaidanov's name when he saw the chaos in the kitchen. Cabinets and drawers were open and their contents littered the floor. Daniel took a slow survey of the room. There was a layer of dust on the counters. The sink was full of dirty dishes. Daniel stepped gingerly over broken glass and shattered plates and opened the refrigerator. He was hit by the sour smell of decay. Greenish-gray mold covered a piece of cheese. Daniel uncapped a bottle of spoiled milk and wrinkled his nose.
A small living room opened off of the kitchen. Except for an expensive stereo that had been ripped out of its cabinet, most of the other furnishings looked secondhand. CDs were strewn around the floor. Daniel saw a lot of classical music and some jazz.
A bookshelf took up one wall, but the books it used to hold had been thrown around the room. Many of the books were about scientific subjects like chemistry and microbiology. Daniel spotted a few popular novels and several books on gambling and mathematics.
The contents of a liquor cabinet were lying among the books and CDs on the hardwood floor. Most of the bottles contained Scotch and many of them were empty. On top of the liquor cabinet was more dust and a framed photograph of a slightly overweight man in his early forties dressed in sports clothes. Standing next to him was an attractive woman in a revealing sundress. They were smiling at the camera. The picture looked like it had been taken in front of a Las Vegas casino.
Daniel turned slowly, taking in the room again. This couldn't be a coincidence. Kaidanov's disappearance, the search of his home, and the primate study had to be connected.
A short hall led to the bedroom. Daniel edged into it, half expecting to find a mutilated corpse. Blankets and sheets were heaped on the floor, the mattress of a queen-size bed had been dislodged, drawers in a chest had been pulled out, and shirts, underwear, and socks had been strewn around the room. The doors to a clothes closet were open and it had obviously been searched.
Across the hall was a small office. More books had been pulled out of a bookshelf, but Daniel's attention was drawn to a monitor on Kaidanov's desktop. It looked odd sitting where it was supposed to be when everything else in the room had been tossed about. Daniel sat down and turned on the computer. As soon as it booted up, he tried to gain entry, but he needed a password. If Kaidanov had information about his study in the house it would be on his computer, but how could he access it?
Daniel turned off the computer and pulled the CPU tower out from under Kaidanov's desk. Using the screwdriver on his Swiss army knife, Daniel removed the sheet-metal cover of the computer's case, popped the cover, and pulled it off. He placed the computer on its side so he could see the motherboard, which held all of its electronics. Next to the motherboard was the hard-drive bay, a rack that held the hard drive in the computer. The hard drive was connected to the motherboard by a ribbon cable and a power cable. Daniel unplugged the cables from their connectors and unscrewed two more screws on the bay. He then flipped the CPU tower upright and took out two more screws on the other side. When all the screws were out Daniel gently slid the hard drive out of its bay. It consisted of a green circuit board encased in heavy black metal and was about the size of a paperback book. Daniel wrapped it in his handkerchief and placed it in his jacket pocket.
Daniel put the CPU tower back together and was sliding it under the desk when he froze at the distinctive sound of a bottle rolling across a wood floor. Daniel remembered that the liquor bottles were in the living room, which meant that he was trapped, because he would have to go through the living room to get out the front or back doors.
