“Somebody wants this invention. No, that's the wrong way to put it. They don't want anyone else to have it, meaning they don't want anyone else to know about it. Now put yourself in their shoes. Disappearing the invention is your goal. What do you do?”
“Well, you can't, it's too-”
“If you had to. What do you do first?”
Alex thought. “The inventor,” he said after a moment.
“Okay. In the current sequence of events, who died first?”
“The inventor.”
“What next?”
“I'd say it's a toss-up between the patent office and the lawyer prosecuting the patent.”
“They did the patent guy before you. Maybe they got to talk to him before he died. They wanted to talk to you, too.”
“What the hell is this about?” Alex said.
Ben ignored him. “But you got away. They were watching you, and suddenly you're not at work and you're not at home. What do they conclude from that? That you're lying low. And when they realized that, they shifted priorities. What would you have done in their shoes?”
“I don't know… paperwork, I guess. Documentation.”
“There you have it.”
“But what would that get them? Patent applications are electronic now, the entire recipe is in PAIR, the Patent Application Information Retrieval system. To access it, you need a digital certificate and password. I mean, it's-”
“Check it.”
Alex brought up the PAIR Web site, logged in, and entered the patent application number. There was nothing for that number.
“What the hell?” he said.
“Gone?”
Alex tried again, this time by docket number, and then by customer number. Nothing. He looked at Ben and shook his head wordlessly.
“See?” Ben said. “They were going after the people before they went after the documents. You interrupted the sequence of their op, so they shifted priorities. And the fact that they were able to instantly vacuum up the paperwork means they were ready to do it-they just preferred to delete you first if possible. You get it? It's like trying to clean up a mess. If you can't reach one spill, you take care of something else and come back to the part you couldn't reach later.”
He paused, then said, “That girl, Sarah. You said she was helping you with this?”
“Shit, yes. You don't think-”
“Is she mentioned anywhere in the patent application? Are there other ways people could know she was involved?”
“Yes to both.”
“Is there an attorney of record or something like that listed in a patent application?”
“Yeah, that would be me.”
“Well, if they know she's junior, it means for targeting she's tertiary.”
“You mean-”
“Every element of an operation carries potential repercussions, things that could go wrong and abort the op. So you want to start with the most critical targets. Like you said, that means first the inventor, next the examiner, next you. It's only after you've taken out the primaries that you'll risk complications by going after the junior associate who helped apply for the patent. Understand?”
“Yeah. You think she's in danger now.”
“She would be if I were running this thing.”
“Well, we have to warn her.”
“Who ‘we,’ white man?”
“I don't know this stuff. I'll sound like I'm out of my mind. She won't listen to me. She's… stubborn.”
“That's her choice.”
“Damn it, at least help me talk to her. How are you going to feel if something happens to her?”
“I'm not going to feel anything one way or the other. It's not my problem.”
Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Wow, how did you get so cold?”
“You give any money to charity lately, chief?”
“What does that have to do-”
“You know, the Smile Train, for kids with harelips? Malaria No More? Care.org for childhood malnutrition? How about SaveDarfur.org? Just a few dollars a day, Alex, no more than the price of your daily latte habit, and you could be saving hundreds of lives.”
“It's not the same.”
“You're right about that. Because what you're asking me to do involves possible danger to myself. What you refuse to do on your own wouldn't even inconvenience you.”
“How do you know so much about those charities?”
“I study up on them so I can point out hypocrisy when I meet people like you.”
Alex sensed he was onto something and wasn't going to let it go. “You donate to them, don't you?”
“What if I did?”
“Why? To atone for other things you do? Trying to rejigger the cosmic ledger?”
Ben laughed. “You're like a little kid trying to understand adult experience. Just go back to the pencil pushing and leave the burden of the real world to grown-ups.”
“Yeah, I'd really like to do that, Ben, except one of the grown-ups seems to have taken it into his mind to kill me. But right, that's not your problem. Sorry to bother you.”
“That's right, it's not my problem. You're just another of my charities.”
Alex stared at him, amazed. The really amazing thing, though, was that after all this time, his callousness could still be shocking. But why would it be? When had Ben given a shit about anyone but himself?
“So let me make sure I understand. You give money to charity organizations for the benefit of remote people you'll never have to know or touch. But when someone right in front of you needs your help, you can't be bothered. Is that the way it works?”
They stared at each other for a long moment. The hell with it, Alex thought. He picked up the phone and dialed Sarah's extension.
“Sarah? Can you come down to my office right away?”
“This is bizarre. I can't find-”
“Just come now. We'll talk about it here.” He hung up and looked at Ben. “She's on her way. If you can't be bothered to even talk to her, you better leave now-unless you want to use my computer first, to donate money to one of those organizations you like. You know, so you won't be out of karmic kilter.”
Ben said nothing. He watched Alex and chewed his gum, his cheek muscles jumping.
17 EXACTLY WHAT I TELL YOU
It was the weirdest thing. After Alex had asked about his Hilzoy file, Sarah thought to check hers, too. And it was gone. She was just going to call him when he beat her to it.
She grabbed her coffee and walked down to his office. She knocked, then went to let herself in. The door was locked. That was odd, especially because Alex had just called her to tell her to come.
“It's locked,” she called out.
“Sorry,” Alex called from within. A second later, he opened the door. Sarah walked in, and as Alex closed the door behind her, she noticed a man standing against the wall. “Oh,” she said, with a start.
The man looked like a bigger, tougher version of Alex. The same blond hair, the same attractive green eyes. He was chewing gum and watching her, and there was something edgy about him, something that made her uncomfortable.
“Sarah,” Alex said, “this is my brother, Ben. Ben, this is Sarah Hosseini.”
His brother. Of course-she should have realized immediately from the resemblance. But why was he looking at her that way? As though he was… assessing her. Not sexually, either, she didn't think. His gaze was too dispassionate for that. Too tightly controlled.
“Hosseini?” Ben said, raising his eyebrows.
“Yes,” Sarah said, looking at him directly, not liking his tone. There was something knowing in it… even accusatory.
“Famileh shoma az shomaleh iran hastand? Man ye zamani yek khanevadeh hosseini mi shenakhtam ke az mashhad bodand.”
She was totally taken aback. He had just asked her in perfect Farsi whether her family was from Masshad, a city in the north. He said he had once known a Hosseini from Masshad.
“Na famileh man tehrani hastand. Hamantor ke khodet midoni hosseini esmeh rayeji ast,” Sarah replied. No, my family is from Tehran. Hosseini is a common name. As I think you must know.