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for the rest of the day. He had several more interviews with people associated with the flight and most of them were scheduled for today. He also needed to talk to Heath Matthew, the guy who was an expert in faking videos.
Ugh, he thought, the last thing I need is a trip to Washington, D.C. He needed a vacation. Things were turning weird and Noble was worried he was losing his mind.
Noble pulled into the parking lot and was in his office minutes later. He sat down in his chair, leaned back and rubbed his eyes. He needed coffee, but just as he was getting up, Denise Kellner entered the room. Noble did not have an assistant, but there were several admins that worked for agents like Noble and Denise was one of the best because she had been here the longest.
"Hey, Noble," Denise said. "Geez, you look rough."
"Thanks, Denise, your encouragement is always key to me getting my job done," Noble replied. "What's up?"
Denise handed over a Post-it note. "A guy from MIT, Dr. Lance Shaw, called. He says he has key information about Flight-190 and the man who vanished. He says you need to get in touch with him right away. Urgent stuff."
He looked at the note. Nothing much there. Cases, even the ones they tried to keep secret, always got out and you got calls from cranks. This had that feel even with just those few words.
"Who is he?" Noble asked.
"Some doctor from MIT," Denise repeated. "I already ran the background stuff on him. He's legit. He's been with MIT for fifteen years and is tenured and everything."
"How could he have information about Flight-190?" Noble asked.
"He didn't want to say, but he says he can help explain what happened," Denise said.
"How on earth would he know?" Noble asked. He felt something inside him start to clench. If some professor at MIT knew about this case that meant that things were leaking and if things were leaking, there would be problems for the case. "Jesus, someone's been talking, Denise. What the fuck?"
"I figured maybe someone from the team had reached out to him," Denise said with a shrug. "They're smart guys and this is a weird case. I figured if it wasn't you then someone else had reached out to find this guy."
Noble held up his hand in surrender and admission that he was being cranky. Denise was not to blame for this. This was something to bring up to his boss and the rest of the team.
"Sorry, rough night," Noble said. "This case is getting to my head."
Denise did not leave.
"Is there something else, Denise?" Noble asked.
Denise handed over another note. "Eveline Paulson called. She said she has questions and more information for you."
Now that was interesting. "Thanks," Noble said. "I'm going to get coffee and then call her right back. Look, can you take some time to do another background check on this Dr. Shaw guy? Who the hell is he and did someone reach out to him? Anything else. Did he write articles or papers? Does he have a website, even a profile on the MIT or some university website?"
Denise said she would and Noble followed her out of the office and down the hall to the nook where there was coffee. It looked like brown sludge, but it was full of caffeine. He took the cup back to his office, shut the door and then sat down. That first sip was like drinking gasoline, but he felt the immediate rush of caffeine.
Noble reached out and grabbed the phone. A moment later Eveline Paulson's phone was ringing. She picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Eveline, this is Noble Randle from Homeland, how are you?" Noble asked.
"Oh, I am not doing so well, Mr. Randle," she said. "Some weird things have been happening since you and I talked and I wanted to ask you about that."
Noble was suddenly very alert and not feeling quite so tired. He had been learning all about weird lately.
"What's been happening?" Noble asked.
"Well, I've been seeing things," Eveline said. There was a tremor in her voice. "Things in the shadows. Red eyes. Things that look like men in the shadows
Ugh, he thought, the last thing I need is a trip to Washington, D.C. He needed a vacation. Things were turning weird and Noble was worried he was losing his mind.
Noble pulled into the parking lot and was in his office minutes later. He sat down in his chair, leaned back and rubbed his eyes. He needed coffee, but just as he was getting up, Denise Kellner entered the room. Noble did not have an assistant, but there were several admins that worked for agents like Noble and Denise was one of the best because she had been here the longest.
"Hey, Noble," Denise said. "Geez, you look rough."
"Thanks, Denise, your encouragement is always key to me getting my job done," Noble replied. "What's up?"
Denise handed over a Post-it note. "A guy from MIT, Dr. Lance Shaw, called. He says he has key information about Flight-190 and the man who vanished. He says you need to get in touch with him right away. Urgent stuff."
He looked at the note. Nothing much there. Cases, even the ones they tried to keep secret, always got out and you got calls from cranks. This had that feel even with just those few words.
"Who is he?" Noble asked.
"Some doctor from MIT," Denise repeated. "I already ran the background stuff on him. He's legit. He's been with MIT for fifteen years and is tenured and everything."
"How could he have information about Flight-190?" Noble asked.
"He didn't want to say, but he says he can help explain what happened," Denise said.
"How on earth would he know?" Noble asked. He felt something inside him start to clench. If some professor at MIT knew about this case that meant that things were leaking and if things were leaking, there would be problems for the case. "Jesus, someone's been talking, Denise. What the fuck?"
"I figured maybe someone from the team had reached out to him," Denise said with a shrug. "They're smart guys and this is a weird case. I figured if it wasn't you then someone else had reached out to find this guy."
Noble held up his hand in surrender and admission that he was being cranky. Denise was not to blame for this. This was something to bring up to his boss and the rest of the team.
"Sorry, rough night," Noble said. "This case is getting to my head."
Denise did not leave.
"Is there something else, Denise?" Noble asked.
Denise handed over another note. "Eveline Paulson called. She said she has questions and more information for you."
Now that was interesting. "Thanks," Noble said. "I'm going to get coffee and then call her right back. Look, can you take some time to do another background check on this Dr. Shaw guy? Who the hell is he and did someone reach out to him? Anything else. Did he write articles or papers? Does he have a website, even a profile on the MIT or some university website?"
Denise said she would and Noble followed her out of the office and down the hall to the nook where there was coffee. It looked like brown sludge, but it was full of caffeine. He took the cup back to his office, shut the door and then sat down. That first sip was like drinking gasoline, but he felt the immediate rush of caffeine.
Noble reached out and grabbed the phone. A moment later Eveline Paulson's phone was ringing. She picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Eveline, this is Noble Randle from Homeland, how are you?" Noble asked.
"Oh, I am not doing so well, Mr. Randle," she said. "Some weird things have been happening since you and I talked and I wanted to ask you about that."
Noble was suddenly very alert and not feeling quite so tired. He had been learning all about weird lately.
"What's been happening?" Noble asked.
"Well, I've been seeing things," Eveline said. There was a tremor in her voice. "Things in the shadows. Red eyes. Things that look like men in the shadows
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