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answered Eric. 
    “What do you think it’s about?” I asked. 
    He inhaled deeply and said, “We need to talk more about what happened at your office today, Grant.” 
    I told him as much as I could about winning the case for Pathogen and then getting fired, but the details of the mysterious package were confidential. I wasn’t sure how much of that I should be talking about. When I started telling him about finding John hanging in his office, he became very agitated and interrupted me. 
    “Ah…hell,” he said. “The police think you killed John Biggs.” 
    “John committed suicide,” I said. 
    “I got a call from a friend on the force,” said Eric. “He’s the homicide detective assigned to the John’s death. He wants to talk to you immediately.” 
    “Why do they want to question me about a suicide?” I asked. 
    “Homicide, Grant…he’s a homicide detective,” said Eric. “Again, they’re investigating a murder.” 
    I was stunned. John was a jerk today, but I sure wouldn’t have killed him over it. “Do they really think John was murdered?” I asked. 
    “There’s a witness,” said Eric. 
    “A witness to what?” I asked. 
    Eric shrugged. “Exactly why were you fired?” 
    “We argued over a client matter,” I said. “Afterwards, I went into his office to confront him, and like I told you, I found him hanging from his chandelier. John’s secretary saw me trying to revive him after I took him down, but that’s all I did,” I said. “This should be easy enough to clear up. By the way, why would the police share information about an open investigation with you?” 
    Eric looked a little embarrassed, but answered, “The detective is one of our special friends.” 
    None of this made any sense to me. Why would anybody want to murder John? What could possibly be the motive? I just spoke to him shortly before his death? It had to all be tied together somehow and my first instinct told me it was tied to Pathogen, but how and why? There were a lot of questions running through my mind, so I hadn’t registered Eric’s odd comment that the detective was a special friend. 
    He must have seen the confusion on my face because Eric added, “We swing with him and his wife. They planned to be at the party tonight, but he was called in when they found John’s body.” 
    “A police officer is involved in this kinky lifestyle?!” I asked incredulously. 
    Eric narrowed his eyes. I don’t think he liked my judgmental tone of voice. “It’s all legal, Grant. We are all consenting adults.” 
    I should have kept my mouth shut, but it had been one of those days. “So a pervert is investigating me for murder?” 
    Eric’s face flushed bright pink. It does that when he is infuriated. “If you’re so damn innocent, my shady friend, then why the hell did you flee the scene and come here, and why are you spinning such a vague story about why John fired you shortly before he was murdered?” 
    The truth of my predicament washed over me like a sulfur bath. I realized I was in a very awkward position. Withholding information about Pathogen’s activities could land me in jail.  Revealing it could get me disbarred. 
    “You have some explaining to do, dude,” said Eric. “You’re in some deep shit and you need your friends. So I’d soften the righteous attitude if I were you.” 
    Eric was right. I was in some deep shit. If I did tell anyone what the memos revealed, who would believe it and could I even trust the info in them? Pathogen’s public relations machine had successfully branded the company as a corporate angel devoted to relieving human suffering. Why did I automatically assume the documents were authentic? Because my gut told me they were and Ch’ing taught me long ago to always listen to my gut. It never lied. 
    I would need solid proof and John had taken all of the evidence. Now he was dead and I didn’t have a clue how to get it back. What if that was what got