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Agency. The inner office housed his familiar work space and occasional home-away-from-home. He picked up the phone and pushed #7 on the speed dial.
    â€œSmith Barney.”
    â€œRoger Bowman, please.”
    â€œOne moment.”
    â€œThis is Roger.”
    â€œIt’s David.”
    â€œHey, Starman. Nice job on the rock ’n’ roll murder case. I hear everyone was talking about it in the oil pit. What’s up today?’
    â€œI’m going long on the metals again. Buy twenty silver market-on-open and ten gold, also on-the-open. Put the stop in silver at 19.75, and the gold at 1360.”
    â€œSure, I’ll call you with the fills.”
    â€œHow did we do this month?”
    â€œYour accounts are up about four percent.”
    â€œGood. Please send half of the profits to the ASPCA.”
    â€œWill do. Coming down anytime soon? You’re famous now. And the Freedom Tower at Battery Park City is almost completed. You should see it.”
    â€œI’ll let you know.”
    ***
    Sarah buzzed him twice to announce her arrival. He returned the buzz. It was nine a.m. on the dot.
    Sarah picked up. “What’s up, Boss?”
    â€œDid Williamson ever email the birth information I requested?”
    â€œNot yet.”
    â€œCall him and remind him.”
    About five minutes later Sarah buzzed. “Machine picked up. I left a message.”
    â€œLet me know if you hear from him. When Mort comes in send him in here.”
    â€œHe’s just coming in the front door.”
    A few moments later Mort appeared, coffee cup in one hand, a strawberry Danish in the other. “Morning, David. What’s up?” He took a bite, then a sip.
    â€œMort, I can’t wait any longer. Find the birth information for Williamson and his wife. He’s delinquent in sending it, and I need it before I can proceed.”
    â€œI’ll get right on it.”
    An hour later Mort knocked twice on Lowell’s door.
    Lowell looked up from his computer. “Mort, what did you find out?”
    â€œHere’s Williamson’s birth date and place. I haven’t got the birth time yet.” He handed Lowell a piece of paper. “You know, it wasn’t as easy to find as you might expect for such a prominent person in his field. It’s almost as if he went to some lengths to hide it. He just didn’t do such a great job.” Mort beamed that big goofy grin of his.
    â€œHow?”
    â€œWell, there are a number of profiles of him as a young doctor, but none mention his place or date of birth. It’s not even on Wikipedia. I find that most unusual.”
    â€œSo how did you find it?”
    â€œI worked backwards until I hit a crossroads in his college days. I was able to hack into Columbia’s database and then back to his high school, etc. I actually got confirmation of the birth date through his pediatrician’s records when he was a child. The practice was taken over by the doctor’s son who for some reason put all the old files online. I’ve got to go out to the hospital in New Brunswick where Williamson was born later today to get into their old records for the birth time.”
    Lowell looked at him with real admiration. “You continue to amaze me. Andy will drive you out there when you’re ready.”
    â€œWell, as you like to say, you didn’t hire me for my looks.” He laughed loudly. “Okay, here’s what else I found that I thought you’d find interesting. Early in his career Williamson was a superstar. A surgeon with an almost perfect record and a keen intuition. But then sometime before his marriage he began to change. His interest morphed into making as much money as possible. He got into the business of genetic patents and accrued a large number of them, some apparently through less-than-ethical means.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œHe was sued by one woman with a very rare genetic marker in her blood