Untitled Story, Part 11

“Please, come in Agent Marcel.” The man spoke weakly, his voice as gray as his hair. “And you must forgive me for not rising to meet you — I fell in the bathroom yesterday.”

Agent Marcel walked into the room, and as she approached the mahogany desk, lifted the nylon carrying case resting on her hip. “I believe I have something of yours, Mr. Thorson.” She laid the case on the desk, then unzipped its top. Reaching into the case, she then pulled out a red notebook.

She presented it to her client, who eyed it nervously, like a dog suspicious of an offered treat. “You’re certain this is the notebook?”

Agent Marcel smiled at the thought he was right to be suspicious, considering he hadn’t seen this object in nearly five decades. “Your orders gave me permission to read the notebook’s contents to verify its authenticity. I turned to the last page, then flipped through the prior pages until I found your research notes. You were years ahead of anyone, Mr. Thorson; nobody else could have written these words in 1990.” She laid the notebook on the desk in front of him. “This is your notebook, Mr. Thorson, the one you lost on that November day. All that money you paid to get this back, has resulted in success.”

Thorson leaned over the desk, then with a frail hand turned the cover of the notebook. “Ah!” He pointed to the top of the first page. “There’s a phone number here, for Nathan Gorlick, and I wrote Blackhawks under the number, along with a date in January. We must have gone to a hockey game together.” He turned to the next page. “Not that I remember that game, or Gorlick for that matter.”

“So, can you confirm that this is the object you asked for us to retrieve?”

He looked up, and frowned. “I authorized the release of funds from escrow earlier today, Agent Marcel. After reading your report.”

She looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t wait to confirm I had retrieved the right notebook?”

He leaned back in his chair, and hummed with satisfaction. “Do you really think this was about a silly little notebook?”

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