Eddington Good Decaf … Doesn’t Exist

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After I slammed the laptop shut, almost immediately, there was a knock at the door. Have you ever seen a spy? Until that night, I had these images of some suave, rugged guy, but that’s not what ours looked like.  

He looked more like an Uncle you see at Weddings and reunions. White hair, blue eyes, gold glasses, and a gray pinstriped suit. He showed e his credentials. They looked good, but I had never seen a spy’s license before, so who knew.”

If he got to our door, that meant he had been cleared by security. I wondered why they hadn’t alerted me, but he explained. “I didn’t want them to interrupt your meeting. Yes, I know about it, my name is Sam Madison, U.S. Intelligence.”

That last part sounded phony, and he knew it by my face. “I really am with U.S. Intelligence, Tom. My work involves multiple areas of U.S. interest. I think I can prove it to you.” Just then, the phone rang.

I’ll confess, I have expected to be talking to anyone from the President to the Secretary of State, but not my own cousin. “Tom, is he there yet? He’s legit, the Commissioner vouched for him. They’re old buddies from the Commissioner’s war days, no, I didn’t ask.”

“Thanks Joe, how did you know when to call?” “He told me what time, apparently this guy’s good.” I hung up the phone, offered him a cup of coffee and we sat down.”

“Thanks for the coffee, a good blend. You know, it’s sort of a habit of mine. Ive had coffee from Jerusalem to the Seychelles, and my favorite brew is still from my hometown shop in Astoria.”

“It’s probably because you don’t get there much. How are you Sam?” Otecko knew him? This was getting too weird for me. “Close your mouth Tomás, he’s a second cousin. I’m guessing that’s why you’re on this case?”  

“I’m good, though a little concerned. This Rastilav is a nuisance. At his best, he’s like a good decaf … doesn’t exist.” We laughed, he knew his audience in more ways than one. “I think I can get him to leave you alone. Of course, it will be a little involved, and slightly dangerous, but I’ve seen worse.”  

He may have, we hadn’t. I didn’t make that connection at the time, not until a couple of guys tried to adjust my height with a chainsaw. If I had known about the next week, I may have rethought accepting help from the man from Astoria.