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  Kate smiled. “That’s an astute judgment. What do you think Lance will say when I ask him about you? Do you think he would be reluctant to put you in charge of men?”

  “Well, when you ask him, I guess we’ll find out how well I’ve trained him.”

  Kate burst out laughing.

  “Seriously, I have no fear of what Lance might say about me, and I think you should consider his comments very carefully, because they will be just as unvarnished as his views on everything else.”

  “Do you think he’s an honest man?”

  Holly shrugged. “I’m not sure honesty is a desirable quality in a spymaster. Lance can certainly be devious and, like everyone else, self-serving, but if it matters, I would be happy to work in an Agency with Lance running it.”

  “You’ve been very helpful, Holly. Now get back to work.” Kate opened a file and started reading.

  Holly got out of there.

  22

  Herbie Fisher sat in his office, speed-reading files. His secretary buzzed. “Mark Hayes on line one for you.”

  Hayes was one of Herbie’s clients, an important one. He ran High Cotton Ideas, a hot software company.

  “Good morning, Mark.”

  “Good morning, Herb. I have a problem I haven’t been faced with before, and when I have a problem like that, I always come to you.”

  “How can I help, Mark?”

  “One of my top programmers has disappeared, and I’m concerned.”

  “Concerned for his safety or concerned about the work he did?”

  “He didn’t show up for work for a couple of days, and he wasn’t responding to phone calls or e-mails, so I sent somebody to his apartment to see if he was there. It was empty, and there were painters at work. Turned out that his lease had expired and he had moved out, but nobody knows where. This morning I got an e-mail from him. It reads: ‘I resign. I’ll let you know where to send my final paycheck.’ That’s it.”

  “You didn’t respond to my question about the work he did. Are you afraid he might have gone to a competitor and taken your intellectual property with him?”

  “That’s a possibility.”

  “Did he have a contract?”

  “Yes, I recently promoted him and gave him a big raise. You wrote his contract.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “Jimmy Chang. He’s Chinese-American, born in this country.”

  “Hang on a second,” Herbie said. He pressed the hold button and buzzed his secretary. “Please bring me the executed contract for a Jimmy Chang, at High Cotton.” He pressed line one again. “How long did he work for you, Mark?”

  “Nearly three years. He was one of the first dozen people I hired. At first, he was just writing code, but he moved up quickly.”

  “Did he have any company stock?” High Cotton was about to go public.

  “He did, but like a lot of employees, not as much as he thought he was entitled to.”

  “What will his stock be worth at the opening of your IPO?”

  “About a million and a half dollars, but who knows? It could double that day.”

  “How much was he being paid?”

  “He started at seventy-five thousand. He was making half a million when he resigned.”

  Herbie’s secretary walked in and handed him the contract.

  “I’ve got the contract,” Herbie said, leafing through it. “I remember this one. His attorney asked for some minor changes that you agreed to, but if he leaves the company, he has to give you three months’ notice, and if he leaves during that time and you continue to pay him, he can’t work for anyone else. He also has a non-disclosure clause that prevents him from divulging any of your proprietary information to a new employer. How do you pay him?”

  “All salaries are electronically transferred to employees’ bank accounts.”

  “Then continue to pay him, to hold up your end of the contract. I’ll write to his lawyer and ask him to remind his client of his contractual obligations and to go and see you immediately. I think we should also start trying to locate him now.”

  “Do you know someone who can do that?” Mark asked.

  “I do,” Herbie said, “someone very good. I have to divulge to you that I have a personal relationship with this woman.”

  “I’m not troubled by that,” Mark said.

  “All right, I need you to e-mail me his original employment application and any letters of recommendation you received.”

  “It wasn’t much of an application at that time, but you revised it, and I asked everybody to complete the new form, so I’ll send you both.”

  “Was he married?”

  “No, but he had a girlfriend who seemed to be living with him.”

  “Her name?”

  “Jasmine. I can’t remember a last name.”

  “Okay, shoot me the information I asked for, and I’ll get the investigator on it right now. She may need to get in touch with you. Her name is Harp O’Connor, and don’t call her Harpie or Harpo.”

  “Thanks, Herb.”

  “Glad to be of help. I’ll get back to you as soon as I hear something.” Herbie hung up and dialed Harp’s cell number.

  “Speak to me, Herb,” she said.

  “I’ve got you a skip tracer job for a very important client. Can you start right now?”

  “I’ll have to make a few calls, but I can start in half an hour. Give me the rundown.”

  Herbie described his conversation with Mark Hayes. “I’ll e-mail you his employment application, any letters of recommendation, his contract, and the name and address of his attorney.”

  “What do you want me to do when I find him?”

  Herbie liked it that she said, “when,” and not “if.” “If he’s in town, I want to see him, face-to-face, at the earliest possible moment. If he’s in Silicon Valley or anywhere else, I’ll send you to talk with him. At the very least, I want to talk to him on the phone.”

  “Gotcha. As soon as I make my calls and get his documents, I’ll hit the pavement. See you tonight?”

  They had seen each other nearly every night since they had met, and she had slept at his apartment most of them. “You may be too busy,” he said. “We’ll talk. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  They both hung up. Now, Herbie thought, I’m going to find out whether she’s as good as she says she is.

  23

  Harp O’Connor looked through the two employment applications Jimmy Chang had filled out, one on joining the company, another two years later, when the document was expanded. The first told her little, except his current address. She would start with that, but first she read the later document.

  This listed his parents’ names and addresses, in two different California towns, San Mateo and San Rafael, both in the San Francisco area. It also listed his previous employers, but she didn’t reckon they would have any idea where he was, and she didn’t think that his parents were likely to rat him out; they would be a last resort. She phoned Chang’s attorney’s office, got the man on the phone, and requested Chang’s current location and phone number. She was stonewalled, so she took a cab downtown to Chang’s most recent address. She found a six-story apartment building with an “Apartment for Rent” sign outside. A man was standing on the doorstep, looking at his wristwatch.

  Harp paid the cab and walked up the steps. “Good morning,” she said.

  “Hi. You here to see the apartment?”

  “Sure,” she said.

  “Are you with John Trefford?”

  “No, but I’m interested in the apartment.”

  “Well, he’s late, so I’ll show it to you.” He unlocked the street-level door and they stepped inside and took the rickety elevator to the top floor. Some paint cans and folded drop cloths and a ladder were in the hallway outside the door.

  “The painters will come back for that stuff,” the man said. “They just finished yesterday.” He opened the door for her, and they stepped inside. It was a very nice two-bedroom
apartment with high ceilings, windows overlooking a planted garden, and a good kitchen. It was devoid of any evidence of the previous occupant. Even the wastebaskets were empty. The man told her the rent.

  Harp sighed. “Too rich for my budget,” she said, “but thanks for showing it to me.”

  “Maybe you’ve got a friend who’s looking for a place?”

  “I’ll think about that.” She accepted the man’s card. “Say, did Jimmy Chang live here?”

  “Yeah, that was the guy.”

  “He’s a pal of mine. Do you know where he moved?”

  “Nope. I just got an e-mail saying he was moving out at the end of his lease. That was three, four days ago.”

  “Where did you send his security deposit?”

  The man produced a notebook. “To his mother, in San Mateo, California.”

  Harp already had that address. “Thanks again,” she said, and took the elevator down. A young man was waiting on the front stoop. “He’s up on the sixth floor,” she said, holding the door open for him. She looked around the front of the building for trash bags, but none were in sight.

  Harp walked slowly down the block, checking out the shops along the way, until she came to a small but invitingly decorated restaurant. It was getting on toward lunchtime, so she went in and took a seat at the bar. She ordered a club sandwich and a beer, and watched faces as the place started to fill up.

  The bartender sidled over. “You new in the neighborhood?”

  “Yeah,” Harp replied. “I just looked at an apartment a few doors down.”

  “I’ll bet that was Jimmy Chang’s place,” he said.

  “That’s how I heard about it,” she said. “I got an e-mail from Jimmy.”

  “You know Jimmy?”

  “Yeah, we went out a few times a while back. You know where he moved to?”

  “Out of the neighborhood,” the bartender said.

  “How far outside the neighborhood?”

  “About three thousand miles.”

  “Ah, West Coast. Silicon Valley?”

  “How’d you guess?”

  “That’s where those computer geeks go, isn’t it?”

  “It sure is. Jimmy said he doubled his salary.”

  “No kidding? He was pulling down half a million at the old place-what’s it called?”

  “High Cotton Ideas. They’re so damned hot, I’m surprised he walked.”

  “Who would pay Jimmy a million a year?”

  “He told me,” the bartender said, staring at the ceiling. “It’ll come to me in a minute.” Then he looked at Harp. “Hey, why do you want to know?”

  Harp laughed. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not carrying his baby.”

  The bartender laughed. “Yeah, Jasmine wouldn’t like that.”

  “Yeah, she’s the new girlfriend, isn’t she?”

  “Right.”

  “What’s her last name?”

  “Shaz something or other-something like Shazam.”

  “Did you think of where he’s working?”

  “I got it: TIT.”

  “What?”

  “Technology Investment Team. They’re whatchacallit… venture capitalists?”

  “Right.”

  “A name like that should have been easier to remember. They’re where that big college is.”

  “Stanford?”

  “Right. And it’s Shazaz-Jasmine’s last name. The place is owned by her brother. She got Jimmy the deal. They’re investing in his new start-up.” The bartender moved along to help another customer.

  Harp wrapped up her sandwich and put it in her purse. She left cash on the bar and headed out to look for a cab. While she was waiting, she called Herb.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Okay, I nailed the guy. The whole thing took less than an hour, including downtown.” She related her conversation with the bartender. “So he’s in Palo Alto. What’s your pleasure?”

  “Pay him a visit and get him back here,” Herbie said. “You need an advance?”

  “Yeah, put ten grand in my bank account.” She read the account number from her checkbook. “I’ll need to buy him a ticket home.”

  “Keep in touch,” Herbie said.

  “Will do.” She hung up and threw herself in front of a cab. She gave the cabby the address of her apartment, then went on her iPhone and booked a flight to San Francisco, departing in two hours. When the cab arrived, she said, “Keep the meter running. I’ve got to grab a bag, then we’re going to JFK.” She ran to her apartment, grabbed her ready bag, and ran back to the cab.

  “That was fast,” the cabby said.

  “I’m nothing if not fast,” Harp replied. She got back on her iPhone and Googled TIT. An address in Palo Alto, a clip from some electronics trade magazine about a potential investment, and that was it. Technology Investment Team must be very new, she thought.

  She booked a rental car and a hotel room online.

  24

  Her flight got into San Francisco International in the early evening. She walked quickly to the rental car desk, rolling her bag behind her. “Something with a navigator,” she said to the woman manning the desk. She took the shuttle to the lot and found the car, got it cranked, and entered two addresses into the navigator.

  The woman’s voice got her successfully out of the airport and on the interstate to Palo Alto. An hour later, she sat in front of the address for TIT and took a good look at the building, then she got out and walked into the outer lobby and checked the building directory. Ninth floor of twelve. She noticed that two other companies occupied the ninth, and it wasn’t that big a building. Then she got back into her car and pulled up her hotel’s address in the navigator.

  In her room, she ordered a steak from room service and had a double scotch from the minibar. After dinner, she watched an old movie on TV, until she fell asleep.

  She woke up after nine, showered, dressed, and checked out of the hotel. Back at the office building, she took the elevator to the ninth floor and found the TIT door. She walked in and found a barely furnished reception area, no receptionist. From there, she could see into a small conference room, and she could hear the clicking of a computer keyboard. She followed the noise to an open door and found a young Asian man in an office containing only a steel desk and two chairs, working at a laptop.

  “Hey, Jimmy,” she said.

  He looked up. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

  “My name’s Harp, like the beer. Now you know me.” She sat down in the other chair.

  “Did Mo Shazaz send you?” he asked. “I’m anxious to meet him face-to-face.”

  “Not exactly,” she said. “I’m here representing the firm you still work for.”

  “And who would that be?”

  Harp opened her briefcase and held up a document. “High Cotton Ideas. I’ve got a copy of your signed contract right here.”

  “How the hell did you find me?” Jimmy asked.

  “Everybody always asks me that,” Harp replied. “It’s just what I do, that’s all.”

  “You find people for a living?”

  “I do a lot of things, finding people is just one of them. Now listen carefully. I have some advice for you.”

  “I need advice from you?”

  “Yes, and badly. You are in violation of the terms of your employment contract, stated very clearly in this document. I’m surprised your attorney didn’t explain that to you.”

  “Yeah, well, contracts are made to be broken.”

  “I can tell you’re a bright guy, Jimmy, but believe me, intelligence does not buy wisdom, and what you’ve done is very unwise. That little start-up you worked for back in New York is now a professionally run corporation, with all the legal safeguards in place to protect its property, which still includes you.”

  “They don’t own me.”

  “Of course they do, Jimmy, you just haven’t figured that out yet. Now, there’s a legal and proper way to separate yourself from High Cotton, but you haven’t
followed that procedure. You need to come back to New York with me and talk with Mark Hayes and with Herb Fisher, his attorney.”

  “Yeah, I know Fisher, the legal shark.”

  “Finally you’ve said something smart, Jimmy. Herb is certainly a shark, and he patrols the waters that High Cotton operates in, and he can make your life miserable.”

  “I’ve already got a new deal,” Jimmy said.

  “Look around you, Jimmy. Does this look like the offices of a legitimate venture capital firm?”

  “The new furniture arrives next week,” Jimmy said.

  “No, it doesn’t,” Harp replied. “Mo Shazaz is scamming you. He wants something from you that you can’t legally give him-the trade secrets of your employer. If you take his money, then you will spend the next decade in the courts. How much money have you saved?”

  “Enough.”

  “Not enough. It will all go to your lawyers, and the wheels of justice grind exceedingly slowly. Are you beginning to get the picture?”

  “I’ve already taken Mo’s money.”

  “Have you cashed the check?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Tear it in half and leave it on the desk with a very brief note saying the deal’s off.”

  “Does Mark really want me back that bad?”

  “Bad enough to send me out here to bring you back,” Harp said.

  “I’m not legally required to go with you.”

  “I can have a court order by mid-afternoon,” she lied, “if that’s the way you want to go, but believe me, this will be a much more pleasant experience if you just come with me now. We have a two P.M. airplane back to New York, and we’ll have time for a nice lunch at the airport.”

  Jimmy looked confused. “I’ve got to call…”

  “Call Jasmine from the airport,” Harp suggested.

  “How do you know about Jasmine?”

  “Oh, Jasmine Shazaz is famous at a certain level of the tech world,” Harp lied again. “You’re not the first hotshot techie she’s lured away from a great job with promises of billions. You don’t want to see her again.”