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Then he asked Leon, "Does Koch-Roche keep his passport in theoffice?""Center drawer of his desk."Remo opened it and looked."It's not here," he said."That's where he keeps it, unless he's using it.""You've been a big help to us, Leon," Remo said."Now we're going to need foryou to spend some quiet time in a closet.""I'm claustrophobic," the thin man confessed."Is there an office rest room?""Yes, of course.""Then you can wait in there."After they had locked Leon in the men's bathroom, Remo and Chiun returned tothe attorney's private office."Time to call Smith," Remo said, picking up the phone."Yes," Chiun agreed, "the Emperor in his wisdom will surely guide us."Remo punched in the code to CURE's scrambled line.He didn't know exactly howthe thing worked, but when he dialed the number, his call was somehow reroutedby the Folcroft mainframes, sent through a few hundred thousand other phonenumbers from all over the world, making it impossible for anyone to pull upthe Koch-Roche phone records and find out whom he'd called.Smith picked up on the first ring."What have you got for me, Remo?" hedemanded."Looks like we just missed our boy Jimmy," Remo said."Apparently, he's flownthe coop with Dewayne Korb, the billionaire nouveau muscle man.We have noPage 80ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlidea where he's gone, but his passport isn't here.""Let me run a quick check through the FAA in Los Angeles," Smith said."See ifKorb's filed a flight plan." After a pause, the director of CURE said, "I'llhave that information momentarily.Did you get any break on a list of WHEusers?""We got nothing there, either.""That's too bad.""The hormone heads will turn up eventually, won't they?""Yes, but probably only after they've committed some kind of atrocity.Wecould've saved a lot of innocent people a lot of pain and suffering if we'disolated the current users."The FAA data is scrolling up now," Smith continued."It shows a Korb-ownedBoeing jet at LAX with a flight plan filed to Taiwan, nonstop.""We'd better get on it, then," Remo said."No, it's too late.Their scheduled departure is in ten minutes.You'll neverget there in time to stop them from taking off.""What now?""We proceed according to plan.We have to stop the production of the drug atthe point of manufacture, which means taking down Family Fing Pharmaceuticalsof Formosa.And we have to do it before they have a cheap synthetic version ofWHE ready to mass market.Bottom line is, you're going to Taiwan, too.""So, how're we gonna handle that?""Your tickets and documents will be waiting for you at LAX.I'll book you onthe next flight out.""Aisle seat," Remo said."What?""Chiun likes an aisle seat.He claims it gives him a better view of thein-flight movie."Chapter 28Fosdick Fing touched the LCD screen of his notebook computer, making thedensely packed table of five-digit numbers shift to a bar graph."Now, that'sa welcome sight!" he said.An expression of profound relief on his face, Fingshowed his American colleague the newly correlated data."I think Test SubjectThree is definitely responding to the change in her diet," he told CarlosSternovsky.The American reviewed the computer-generated graph, then looked up at thevideo monitor bolted to the wall above the patient's locked door.Theconnection that Fosdick was making seemed tenuous at best to him.Likeconnecting bad luck with the presence of a black cat, or good luck with theposition of the stars.The bar graph was a mathematical construct; itpresented facts subject to interpretation.And interpretations were subject tobeing one hundred percent wrong.True enough, the game-show hostess turned talk-show hostess turned opera star,known professionally as Okra, seemed to have calmed down.Only minutes before,she had been in the midst of a gibbering, foaming-at-the-mouth rage.Alone inher hospital suite, she had pounded on the walls, kicked at thesteel-reinforced door and turned one hundred thousand dollars' worth ofmedical monitoring equipment into so much twisted wreckage.In her fury, Okrahad even de-stuffed her own mattress.The empty ticking lay rumpled on the bedframe like the discarded skin of some enormous, gray-and-white-pin-stripedfruit.Ankle-deep drifts of white polyester padding covered the floor of theroom.Since she'd started in on Fosdick's new food regimen, she hadn't moved fromher position on the floor.She knelt in front of the jury-rigged feeding tubethat had been slipped through a hole the staff had drilled in the wall.Lips to the clear polyethylene, Okra sucked down a light brown substance,barely pausing for breath."I'm positive," Fosdick said, "that the tantrumswe've been seeing are related to too low a dietary-fat content.Think aboutit, Carlos.If the synthetic hormone is making greater and greater demands forfat intake over time, and that additional fat isn't provided, it could causePage 81ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthe test subjects terrible discomfort.And the violence they've exhibited maybe directly related to the internal pain they are feeling.""That may be so," Sternovsky said."But what you're doing now proves nothing.Except that she likes peanut butter more than she likes tearing the bejesusout of her hospital room [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]