Fool Me Once

“Right. He still uses AOL, if you can believe it. The guy is four steps behind old-school. He does very little by email. Not one has been read or sent in almost a month.”

Maya veered to the right and got on the highway. “Which is when his wife says he vanished.”

“Exactly. So earlier today Douglass got an email from a guy named Julian Rubinstein for an unpaid bill. From what I gather from the email, Rubinstein rents Douglass his storage shed behind a body shop in Livingston.”

“A car body shop?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Weird spot for a storage shed,” she said.

“There’s no automatic payment by credit card, no paperwork, nothing like that. He pays the guy in cash.”

Trying to keep it all off the books, Maya thought.

“So I guess Douglass missed his last payment,” Corey said. “That’s why Julian Rubinstein emailed him a reminder. It was all friendly, like, ‘Hey, Tom, long time, no see, you’re behind,’ that kinda thing.”

Maya’s hands tightened on the wheel. This sounded like something. “You have a plan?”

Corey lifted a gym bag into view. “Ski masks, two flashlights, a chain cutter.”

“We could just ask his wife for access.”

“If she has the right to give it to us,” he said. “And what if she says no?”

He had a point.

“There’s something else, Maya.”

She didn’t like the tone.

“I didn’t lie, but you need to understand. I had to test your loyalty.”

“Uh-huh,” Maya said.

They stopped at a red light. Maya turned to him and waited.

“I didn’t tell you everything.”

“So tell me now,” she said.

“Your sister.”

“What about her?”

“She sent me more material on EAC Pharmaceuticals than I told you about.”

Maya nodded. “Yeah, I figured that.”

“How?”

There was no reason to tell him everything either. “You knew the Burketts were up to something illegal, but you didn’t have anything specific. That’s what you said at first. Then you pointed out about EAC Pharmaceuticals. I figured that she had to have given you more.”

“Right. But see, what she gave us still wasn’t enough. We could leak what we had, but if we did, well, there would be time to sweep it under the rug. It was too early in the investigation to tip our hands. We needed more.”

“So Claire kept digging.”

“Yes.”

“And she found Tom Douglass.”

“Right. Except Claire said that he had nothing to do with EAC Pharmaceuticals. It was something else, something bigger.”

The light turned green. Maya eased on the accelerator. “Once Claire was killed, why didn’t you at least release what she gave you?”

“Like I said, it wasn’t really enough. But more than that, I wanted to figure out the Tom Douglass connection. Claire seemed more concerned with that than the fake drugs, frankly. So if we revealed what I knew, I worried that they would just cover it all up. I wanted to find out more.”

“So with Claire dead,” Maya said, “you got me to start digging.”

He didn’t argue the point.

“You’re something, Corey.”

“I’m manipulative, I admit.”

“That’s a polite word for what you are.”

“It’s for a just cause.”

“Right. So why are you telling me now?”

“Because someone died from the fake drugs. A three-year-old boy in India. He had a fever from an infection. They started treating him with EAC’s version of amoxicillin. It didn’t do anything. By the time the doctor switched antibiotics, it was too late. The boy went into a coma and died.”

“Horrible,” Maya said. “How did you find out about it?”

“Someone at the hospital. An anonymous physician wants to turn whistle-blower. He kept detailed charts, made audio and visual recordings, even saved some tissue samples. That, along with what Claire told me… It’s still not enough, Maya. The Burketts will blame the Indians running the pharmaceutical companies. They’ll hide behind expensive lawyers who know how to muddy the waters. It may wound them a little. It may cost them millions, maybe hundreds of millions. But…”

“You think Tom Douglass is their kryptonite.”

“I do, yeah.” There was a lilt in his voice now. “Claire thought so too.”

“You’re enjoying this,” Maya said.

“Didn’t you sometimes enjoy combat?”

She didn’t answer.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t take it seriously. But yeah, I get excited.”

Maya signaled right and made the turn. “Was that how you felt when you got my helicopter video? Excited?”

“Truth? Yes.”

They fell into silence. Maya drove. Corey fiddled with the radio. After about half an hour, they took the exit off Eisenhower Parkway. The GPS said they were less than a mile away.

“Maya?”

“Yes.”

“You’re still friends with a lot of your military pals. Shane Tessier for one.”

“You keeping tabs on me?”

“Some.”

“What’s your point, Corey?”

“Do any of them know what’s on the audio of that helicopter? I mean-”

“I know what you mean,” she snapped. Then: “No.”

He was about to ask a follow-up, but Maya stopped him with “We’re here.”

When she made the left turn onto a dirt road, her eyes started scanning the area for surveillance cameras. None present. She pulled the car to a stop a block away from JR’s Body Shop.