as she said.”
Relief flooded through Drake. He had been more worried about her than he had allowed himself to believe. Mona Jefferson had befriended Drake when he had been stationed in England. She had cooked scrumptious meals for him. Melody had complained that he liked Mona more than he liked her. Drake copied down the information about where she was.
“I appreciate you doing that.”
“I know you do, you bastard, but I did it for Melody, not you. I did, however, out of the goodness of my evil heart, make a minimal effort to find out some information about Giganticorp.”
“Shoot.”
“Big G, as it’s called in government circles, develops and manufactures a variety of electronic equipment and other stuff for the military. They have a sweet deal going. Some of their contracts weren’t put out for bidding. They’re privately owned, and I haven’t seen the figures, but a contact at the IRS told me that they are immensely profitable.”
“Ike’s military-industrial complex in action.”
“Looks like it. Casey Messinger, the CEO, is rolling in it. He owns several houses, including one on the Riviera. He’s married to his second wife, a former Miss Galaxy, or something like that.”
“It’s funny that I haven’t heard much about Giganticorp.”
“Nobody has. They keep a low profile. When you’ve got it as good as they do, you don’t want to spoil it by having people ask too many questions. Some generals and admirals own part of it. It’s true that your Casey has filed for the U.S. Senate, but there hasn’t been a lot of publicity about that yet. He’s made his money, so now he wants to become a do-gooder and bask in the love from the proletariat that he deserves.”
“The universe save us from do-gooders. All that is very interesting, but did you find out anything about betting on Running California.”
“Ah, the race. An attempt by the humble Casey to publicize the great state of California—but also himself. He’s been quoted about it in every major newspaper in the country, including the New York Times , Washington Post , et cetera. I even saw Oliver Drake, the military hero, mentioned. It brought tears to my eyes, and I found myself humming ‘God Bless America.’”
“Save it. What about betting?”
“ Nada . Zilch. The boys in Vegas couldn’t care less.”
“What about an international syndicate?”
“This is small potatoes for them. Nobody cares, Drake. Except me. I’ve always cared about you. Look how many times I’ve gotten your ass out of a jam—”
“I’ll remember you in my will. Do you have any other information for me?”
“You don’t care about me; you only care about what I can do for you.”
“I’ll call you again in a few days to see if you’ve learned anything more.”
“I’ll wait here—all alone by the telephone—pining for your call.”
Drake hung up. Good news about Melody’s mother. Bad news about the threatening note. It must be some sort of inside job. But inside what? And why?
CHAPTER 9
Today’s run goes through some of the richer areas of Orange County. It starts out on the beach at San Clemente State Beach. Stay on the beach past the private homes that are built on the sand. It will be low tide, and you should have no trouble getting by them. At San Juan Creek in Doheny State Beach get on Route 1 and follow it for the rest of the run. You will pass Dana Point, commemorating Richard Henry Dana who wrote “Two Years Before the Mast,” and Laguna Beach, the home of many artsy people and the annual “Pageant of the Masters.” After passing through Corona Del Mar you will enter Newport Beach. The run ends at MacArthur Boulevard (Route 73). Please observe all traffic laws when you’re running on Route 1.
***
“Maybe I should feel thankful to the person who wrote that note. Without it, I probably wouldn’t have stayed in the race.”
Drake and Melody were running through Laguna Beach on Route 1, past art galleries and other
Relief flooded through Drake. He had been more worried about her than he had allowed himself to believe. Mona Jefferson had befriended Drake when he had been stationed in England. She had cooked scrumptious meals for him. Melody had complained that he liked Mona more than he liked her. Drake copied down the information about where she was.
“I appreciate you doing that.”
“I know you do, you bastard, but I did it for Melody, not you. I did, however, out of the goodness of my evil heart, make a minimal effort to find out some information about Giganticorp.”
“Shoot.”
“Big G, as it’s called in government circles, develops and manufactures a variety of electronic equipment and other stuff for the military. They have a sweet deal going. Some of their contracts weren’t put out for bidding. They’re privately owned, and I haven’t seen the figures, but a contact at the IRS told me that they are immensely profitable.”
“Ike’s military-industrial complex in action.”
“Looks like it. Casey Messinger, the CEO, is rolling in it. He owns several houses, including one on the Riviera. He’s married to his second wife, a former Miss Galaxy, or something like that.”
“It’s funny that I haven’t heard much about Giganticorp.”
“Nobody has. They keep a low profile. When you’ve got it as good as they do, you don’t want to spoil it by having people ask too many questions. Some generals and admirals own part of it. It’s true that your Casey has filed for the U.S. Senate, but there hasn’t been a lot of publicity about that yet. He’s made his money, so now he wants to become a do-gooder and bask in the love from the proletariat that he deserves.”
“The universe save us from do-gooders. All that is very interesting, but did you find out anything about betting on Running California.”
“Ah, the race. An attempt by the humble Casey to publicize the great state of California—but also himself. He’s been quoted about it in every major newspaper in the country, including the New York Times , Washington Post , et cetera. I even saw Oliver Drake, the military hero, mentioned. It brought tears to my eyes, and I found myself humming ‘God Bless America.’”
“Save it. What about betting?”
“ Nada . Zilch. The boys in Vegas couldn’t care less.”
“What about an international syndicate?”
“This is small potatoes for them. Nobody cares, Drake. Except me. I’ve always cared about you. Look how many times I’ve gotten your ass out of a jam—”
“I’ll remember you in my will. Do you have any other information for me?”
“You don’t care about me; you only care about what I can do for you.”
“I’ll call you again in a few days to see if you’ve learned anything more.”
“I’ll wait here—all alone by the telephone—pining for your call.”
Drake hung up. Good news about Melody’s mother. Bad news about the threatening note. It must be some sort of inside job. But inside what? And why?
CHAPTER 9
Today’s run goes through some of the richer areas of Orange County. It starts out on the beach at San Clemente State Beach. Stay on the beach past the private homes that are built on the sand. It will be low tide, and you should have no trouble getting by them. At San Juan Creek in Doheny State Beach get on Route 1 and follow it for the rest of the run. You will pass Dana Point, commemorating Richard Henry Dana who wrote “Two Years Before the Mast,” and Laguna Beach, the home of many artsy people and the annual “Pageant of the Masters.” After passing through Corona Del Mar you will enter Newport Beach. The run ends at MacArthur Boulevard (Route 73). Please observe all traffic laws when you’re running on Route 1.
***
“Maybe I should feel thankful to the person who wrote that note. Without it, I probably wouldn’t have stayed in the race.”
Drake and Melody were running through Laguna Beach on Route 1, past art galleries and other
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