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proficient
investigators that there was. He was trying to find that in him again. He
wanted so badly to succeed, because it also meant getting his life back
together. That money meant a sense of normalcy; a life where he didn’t have to
take dead-end jobs that paid next to nothing. It was the chance of a lifetime
and he was hoping and praying that he wouldn’t screw it up. As he stood there
staring at the Web browser, he keyed in information in a variety of different
formats. He started with the search “Dr. Jennifer M. Cobalt,” in the search
field on Google to see what he would come up with. Of course, there were loads
of links with a variety of news articles.
    He clicked on the first news link in the search, which led him
to a popular news piece from the New York Times about the researcher. He read
the information to find out more about her work and research. She had a PhD in
mathematical physics from Harvard University, and she had been hailed as the
leading mind in mathematics. He read a part of the article that discussed the
doctor and her work.
    Turkish born, Dr. Jennifer M. Cobalt, a
fellow at Harvard University, is blazing a trail in applied mathematics and
advanced cryptology algorithms. Her research has been hailed as revolutionary
and ground breaking.

 
    He looked at the documents on the silver USB stick that were
given to him by Don Cicerone again. He reviewed the information to see if he
could find a phone number or an address, and he did. He located an address on Bağdat Avenue in Istanbul and a
phone number. It was an old address and phone number but he decided that he
would start there regardless. She wouldn’t be that difficult to locate; he knew
that. But, locating the black USB cipher drive, might prove to be much more
difficult. That was the goal anyhow – to locate the cipher drive. He
picked up his cell phone and decided to call, and a woman answered the phone.
    “Evet?” said the voice on the other end in Turkish.
    “Hello? Hi, can I speak with Dr. Cobalt please?”
    There was a pause on the other end of the line, as
if almost expecting the phone call. “Who is this?”
    “My name is Jonathan Grace.”
    “I’m sorry, but Ms. Cobalt is not here,” said the
woman in near-perfect English.
    “Can I leave a message with her?”
    Another pause on the other end of
the line. “What is this about please?” she asked politely.
    “I have something very important that I need to
discuss with her. I can only discuss it with her. Can you please have her call
me? I need to speak to her right away.”
    “Yes, okay. I will have her call you. She will be
back this evening.”
    Jonathan gave the woman his phone number and hung
up. After the conversation, he felt uneasy, almost as if it seemed to good to
be true. Would she be that easy to reach? Would she be that simple to find?
Maybe it was some sort of test. He looked around the room and thought about it
for a few moments. He ran the ideas through his mind. He didn’t know where he
was supposed to go from there. He felt lost. He couldn’t do much until he heard
from the woman.
    Wait,
what about the map? What about the coordinates on the map? Jonathan
had a flash of an idea suddenly. It hit him like a sudden pile of bricks being
dropped on his head. The coordinates must lead somewhere. Maybe he would follow
the coordinates. He looked at the map again. He analyzed it with great detail . He couldn’t tell if the hand-written
coordinates were GPS coordinates. They looked similar to GPS coordinates with a
latitude and longitude, but they had too many digits. It almost seemed like it
was a cipher in and of itself. He looked at them for twenty minutes, trying to
understand what they meant. He wrote and rewrote the numbers out on a notepad
in various different formats, but to no avail.
    He was growing increasingly weary by the moment as
the jetlag started to kick in. The coordinates weren’t making sense to him.
What could they be pointing to? What was