Phillip Margolin - The Associate

Daniel spotted a few popular novels and several books on gambling and mathematics. The contents of a liquor cabinet were lying among the books and CDs on the hardwood floor. Most of the bottles contained Scotch and many of them were empty. On top of the liquor cabinet was more dust and a framed photograph of a slightly overweight man in his early forties dressed in sports clothes. Standing next to him was an attractive woman in a revealing sundress. They were smiling at the camera. The picture looked like it had been taken in front of a Las Vegas casino. Daniel turned slowly, taking in the room again. This couldn’t be a coincidence. Kaidanov’s disappearance, the search of his home, and the primate study had to be connected. A short hall led to the bedroom. Daniel edged into it, half expecting to find a mutilated corpse. Blankets and sheets were heaped on the floor, the mattress of a queen-size bed had been dislodged, drawers in a chest had been pulled out, and shirts, underwear, and socks had been strewn around the room. The doors to a clothes closet were open and it had obviously been searched. Across the hall was a small office. More books had been pulled out of a bookshelf, but Daniel’s attention was drawn to a monitor on Kaidanov’s desktop. It looked odd sitting where it was supposed to be when everything else in the room had been tossed about.

Daniel sat down and turned on the computer. As soon as it booted up, he tried to gain entry, but he needed a password. If Kaidanov had information about his study in the house it would be on his computer, but how could he access it? Daniel turned off the computer and pulled the CPU tower out from under Kaidanov’s desk. Using the screwdriver on his Swiss army knife, Daniel removed the sheet-metal cover of the computer’s case, popped the cover, and pulled it off. He placed the computer on its side so he could see the motherboard, which held all of its electronics. Next to the motherboard was the hard-drive bay, a rack that held the hard drive in the computer. The hard drive was connected to the motherboard by a ribbon cable and a power cable.

Daniel unplugged the cables from their connectors and unscrewed two more screws on the bay. He then flipped the CPU tower upright and took out two more screws on the other side. When all the screws were out Daniel gently slid the hard drive out of its bay. It consisted of a green circuit board encased in heavy black metal and was about the size of a paperback book. Daniel wrapped it in his handkerchief and placed it in his jacket pocket. Daniel put the CPU tower back together and was sliding it under the desk when he froze at the distinctive sound of a bottle rolling across a wood floor. Daniel remembered that the liquor bottles were in the living room, which meant that he was trapped, because he would have to go through the living room to get out the front or back doors. A shadow appeared on the corridor wall.

Daniel could make out the bill of a baseball cap, but the shadow was too indistinct to tell him much more. He edged the door almost shut.

The shadow flowed toward him along the wall. Daniel held his breath.

If the intruder went into the bedroom he-Daniel-might be able to slip down the hall. If he went into the office first… Daniel opened the large blade on his knife. Through the narrow gap in the door Daniel saw a figure in jeans and a leather jacket stop between the two rooms, facing away from him. The intruder hesitated, then the office door slammed into Daniel with enough force to stun him. Before he could recover, his wrist was bent back and his feet were kicked out from under him. The knife flew from his grasp. Daniel crashed to the floor and lashed out with a punch that brought a gasp from his attacker. The grip on his arm loosened and he broke it, then struggled to his knees. A knee smashed into his face. Daniel grabbed his attacker’s leg, surged to his feet, and twisted. His assailant went down with Daniel on top, his head pressed against the leather jacket.

A blow glanced off Daniel’s ear. He worked himself into a position to punch back, then reared up. As soon as he saw his attacker’s face he checked his punch and gaped in astonishment. “Kate?” Kate Ross stared at Daniel. If she was relieved to discover that her foe was not a psychopath, she didn’t show it. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded angrily. “I could ask you the same question,” Daniel snapped. “I’m working on a case for Arthur Briggs.” “If you’re looking for Kaidanov he’s not here.” Kate hit Daniel in the shoulder, none too gently. “Get off me.” Daniel stood up and Kate got to her feet. “How did you know I was behind the door?” he asked. “I saw you push it shut.” “Oh.” “Did you make this mess?” Kate asked as she surveyed the chaos in the office. “It was like this when I got here.” Kate walked into the hall and stared into the bedroom. Then she said, “Let’s get out of here before someone calls 911.” • • • Kate and Daniel agreed to meet downtown at the Starbucks on Pioneer Square, an open, brick-paved block in the center of the city.

Daniel parked and found a table next to a window. When Kate walked in he was nursing a cup of coffee and watching a group of teenage boys, oblivious to the cold, playing hacky-sack in the square. “I got this for you,” Daniel said, pointing to a cup of coffee he’d put at Kate’s place. “You want to explain the B and E?” Kate asked without looking at Daniel’s peace offering. “Yeah, right after you explain the assault and battery,” Daniel answered, peeved by Kate’s offhand manner. “When someone pulls a knife on you it’s called self-defense, not assault.”

Daniel flexed his still aching wrist. “Where did you learn that judo stuff?” “I was a Portland cop before I went to work for Reed, Briggs.”

Daniel’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “I still know the person who’s in charge of burglary. Right now I’m undecided about whether to call him.” “Why, are you going to turn yourself in? I didn’t hear anyone invite you into Kaidanov’s house.” “Nice try, but Geller Pharmaceuticals is a Reed, Briggs client. Kurt Schroeder authorized the entry to look for Geller’s property. So, let’s start over. What were you doing at Kaidanov’s house?” “Did you hear what happened at the deposition in the Geller case?” Daniel asked with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment. “Dan, everyone in the firm knows about your screwup. It was the main topic of conversation yesterday.” “Do you know exactly what happened, why I’m in trouble?” Kate shook her head. “I heard something about a document that you turned over to Aaron Flynn, but I don’t know the details.” “Are you familiar with the Insufort litigation?” “Only a little. I told Briggs that I wouldn’t work on it.” “Why?” Kate’s tough demeanor cracked for a second. “My sister’s kid was born with birth defects. She and her husband have gone through hell caring for her.” Kate took a sip of coffee. When she looked up she had regained her composure. “Do you mind if I give you some background on the case?” Daniel asked. “Go ahead.” “Insulin is a protein hormone secreted by the pancreas that helps the body use sugar in the form of glucose. Insulin becomes less effective in metabolizing glucose during pregnancy, which can cause some pregnant women to become diabetic. Insulin resistance during pregnancy must be treated because high sugar levels are toxic to a fetus and can cause birth defects. Geller Pharmaceuticals addressed the problem of insulin resistance during pregnancy by developing thalglitazone, which has the trade name Insufort. Insufort reverses the body’s insulin resistance and prevents diabetes and its complications.” “But there are problems, right? Birth defects?” Kate said. “And isn’t there a connection between Insufort and the Thalidomide scare from the late 1950s?” “Yes and no. One tabloid called Insufort the ‘Son of Thalidomide,’ and there is a connection. A drug called troglitazone helped pregnant women solve the insulin resistance problem, but it also may have caused liver failure. Geller’s scientists combined a glitazone with the thalido ring from Thalidomide and created a harmless product that helps pregnant women overcome diabetes during pregnancy.” “So why are women who take the pill giving birth to deformed babies?” “It’s either a compliance problem or coincidence.” Kate looked at him with disgust.