“On my way home,” she said, “and with Jimmy in tow.”
“How did you convince him to come back?”
“I lied some, but mostly I told him the truth. Then he told me what his new employer wanted him to do.”
“What was that?”
“You mentioned to me your friend Stone Whatshisname…”
“Barrington.”
“Yeah. You said he had some connections to the intelligence world.”
“Yeah.”
“Arrange a meeting with you, Jimmy, and Stone for tomorrow morning. Both of you will get an earful. Uh-oh, here comes Jimmy. Gotta go.” She broke the connection.
“Who were you talking to?” Jimmy asked.
“To the guy who’s going to get you out of this,” she replied.
25
Stone was on the phone with Mike Freeman, hearing about Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, when Herbie’s call came.
“He says it’s urgent,” Joan said.
“I’ve got to run,” Stone said to Mike, and pushed the button for line two. “Herb?”
“Hey, Stone. I need to set up a meeting with you for first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, what’s up?”
“It’s to do with one of Mark Hayes’s people at High Cotton. He’s gotten himself into something that may involve American intelligence, and I’m out of my depth there.”
“Okay, nine o’clock?”
“Good. I’ll be bringing my investigator, too. Her name is Harp O’Connor.”
“Okay. I’ll help if I can. See you at nine.” He hung up.
Nine came early for Stone; he wasn’t usually at his desk much before ten. His housekeeper, Helene, made coffee and pastries and left them in his office.
Herbie arrived on time and sat down. “They’ll be along shortly.”
“What’s this about?” Stone asked.
“It started with a High Cotton employee who disappeared. Mark Hayes called me and asked me to look into it. I put Harp on it, and she found the guy in Palo Alto, California, brought him back last night, and stashed him in some way-in hotel downtown.”
“And how does this relate to intelligence?”
“Harp will have to explain that. By the way, I’ve been seeing a lot of her.”
“Good for you.”
“You still seeing Marla?”
“Not so much.”
Joan walked two people into Stone’s office, and Herbie made the introductions.
“Hi, Jimmy,” Stone said, “we met once before at your big office party a while back.” They shook hands.
“Okay, Harp, tell us what’s going on.”
“First, let Jimmy tell his story.”
“Go ahead, Jimmy.”
“About three weeks ago, I met this girl named Jasmine Shazaz,” he said. “A real knockout. Almost immediately, she began telling me about her brother, Mo, who is a venture capitalist. She said he had heard about me and wanted to put me in a start-up that would make me a huge amount of money when it went public. I talked to Mo on the phone a couple of times, and he impressed me by immediately offering me twice what I was getting at High Cotton. He began pressing me to quit immediately and come to Palo Alto, where he had offices. The lease on my apartment was up, and I finally caved. I put my belongings into storage and went to Palo Alto. What I found was a rented space-one of those short-term things you see advertised in the tech magazines.”
“Tell them what Shazaz wanted you to do,” Harp said.
“The first thing he wanted me to do was to set up a chain of websites, where members could contact his company and each other while concealing their identities and whereabouts. He told me that this was part of a venture of his, and it would make it easier to set up a company for me. I didn’t understand it, but I started to work in this empty office. Then Harp showed up and brought me back.”
“Tell him about the messages,” she said.
“There was an existing website that was part of this, and there were three messages left on it that hadn’t been deleted. Each of them said the same thing: ‘All is well. I am fine,’ and they were signed ‘Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.’”
Stone leaned forward and picked up a pen. “How do you spell ‘Shazaz’?” he asked, and wrote it down.
“That’s some kind of code or signal,” Harp said. “I Googled Mo Shazaz: there wasn’t much on him, but I found out that Mo is short for Mohammad. That worried me. I know enough about communication among cells-spies or terrorists-that the messages probably meant that agents were in place and ready to do something. This whole thing smells of fish: the way the girl recruited Jimmy, the lack of a written proposal, the big promises, and the empty offices. Mo may not even be in this country. He could be anywhere.”
“I’m feeling pretty dumb,” Jimmy said.
“You’re going to be fine,” Herbie said. “Don’t worry, Mark wants you back at work.”
“That’s a relief,” Jimmy said.
“So you never met Mo at all?” Stone asked.
“No.”
“Where does his sister live?”
“She was pretty much living with me for a couple of weeks,” Jimmy replied. “She said she had an apartment on the Upper East Side, but I never went there. All I had for contact was a cell number.”
“And what is that number?” Stone asked, then wrote it down. “Something bothers me,” he said.
“What’s that?” Harp asked.
“Why would Mo want somebody at Jimmy’s proficiency level to set up this chain of websites?” Stone asked. “I don’t know all that much about it, but it sounds like the sort of thing that a bright college student could do.”
“Well,” Jimmy said, “not to get too technical on you, but he wanted a lot of safeguards against penetration. It was the sort of thing a high-tech security company might do for him. He said there were other things he wanted me to do, too, things that would lead to software products I could develop for the new company.”
“I see,” Stone said, though he didn’t, really. “Is there anything else you can tell me about Mo and Jasmine?”
“No,” Jimmy said.
“I can run down the cell number,” Harp said. “Give me the day for that.”
“All right,” Stone said, “leave this with me, and I’ll run it past some people I know. Jimmy, you’d better go talk to Mark and get back to work.”
“I’ll do that,” Jimmy said.
“I’ll run you down there,” Harp said. “And, Stone, I’ll get back to you with what I find on the cell number. I’d like to speak to Jasmine, myself.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t do that,” Stone said. “Not until I’ve checked out some things.”
“She and her brother will be wondering where Jimmy is,” Harp said. “He doesn’t have an apartment anymore, so it won’t be easy to find him.”
“Yeah. I just want to know as much as I can before Jimmy calls Jasmine again.”
“I understand,” Harp said. “Jimmy, you shouldn’t answer your cell phone. In fact, give it to me, and I’ll get you another one this morning.”
