The Derelict

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When Brigadier General Maggorie sent him $20,000 as a retainer to find and return his missing seventeen year-old son, private investigator, Alan Garrett agreed, figuring it would be good experience for his rookie hire. “He stole top secret files right off my desk, Garrett. Those files could jeopardize the positions of our operatives all round the globe — CIA and military — and the brat screamed he would sell them on the dark web to the highest bidder! That cannot happen, Alan! Find Paul; bring him and those files back. Oh! And keep this confidential, Alan — under the radar, please!” “I’ll do what I can, Sir,” Alan assured his former AFOSI boss. So, while he was tying up loose ends on another case, he sent his recent hire, Liz, to track the youngster down. She called late one afternoon from Key West Florida, “He’s here, Bossman. I just sent you an e-mail with photo attachments. I’m going to dinner — call me in an hour, we’ll decide how to handle his return.” He picked up the message, looked through the email and attachments, and called when the hour was up. No answer. He called again, not once, but all through the night. The following morning he boarded a flight bound for Key West.