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deeper. After all, the concern for Gray was Professor Harris, not his estranged son. Gray had a funny feeling that Captain Jake Miller, aka Rigs, was going to have a very similar record to Cash’s, if not identical. He made a note; a full background check on Rigs was also needed.
    Under Cash’s name was listed Sophie Kramer, a significant ex-partner. He pressed her name.
    Sophie Kramer, ex-fiancée of Cash and mother to a son, Kyle, had a doctorate in Astronomy and was a lecturer at the University of Cambridge, England, where she had lived for the previous ten years. With an interest in common with the professor, the detail on her was far greater. Gray, however, skipped the early years and moved to the point at which Cash had inexplicably deserted his fiancée and life. Sophie had been working as a research assistant at the observatory at the time. She hadn’t started any new relationships. In fact, she had not had another relationship since. Eight months after Cash had left, she had given birth to Kyle. Shortly thereafter, she moved to Yale to complete her studies before moving to Cambridge to take up a teaching post. As far as the report was concerned, there had been little contact between Professor Harris and Sophie. Other than project work for Hubble 2, none had been noted as anything other than professional. There had, however, been absolutely no contact between Sophie and Cash. There had been none between Cash and Kyle, whom Gray could only assume from the timing was Cash’s son.
    Gray looked back through Cash’s records. He was a Marine officer. Honor, courage and commitment were all core to the Marines’ code of conduct, within which, responsibility and fulfilling one’s responsibilities were essential. What was more important than to ensure you looked after your own children? Something was off. He added another note for it to be investigated further.
    He tapped on the link to Kyle Kramer. Very little had been noted, other than his birthday and the few dates on which he had any contact with the professor. It listed his areas of interest, obviously discovered from his internet history, including astronomy sites, as well as his favorite porn sites. He liked brunettes it seemed. He was captain of his school rugby team and, due to his size and ability, he was being closely watched by the US rugby team, who were desperately trying to bolster their pool of players.
    He looked down at the notes he had scrawled on his notebook and dialed a number on his cell phone.
    “Yes?”
    “I need to check a couple of names,” asked Gray of his mole inside government.
    “ It’ll cost you twenty.”
    “Fine ,” replied Gray easily.
    “Shit, you’d have paid more?”
    “A lot more,” Gray said, smiling. The deal had been struck. “Wired to the usual account?”
    “Yes, what are the names?” asked the mole.
    “Copernicus Armstrong Sagan Harris…”
    “Jesus, that’s a mouthful.”
    “Or Cash Harris for short, and Jake Miller. Both were supposedly US Marine captains.”
    Gray waited while keys clicked in the background.
    “Interesting couple,” whistled the mole.
    “Why, what does it say?”
    “They were Marines, both captains, that bit is right. Hard core too. Force Recon, Det One and MARSOC as Critical Skills Operators. Seriously good operators according to the reports, although there seems to be a lot of psychological reports on Miller. Looks like he’s mildly autistic, according to the reports. However, their record ends abruptly about four years ago. Seems Miller couldn’t go any further in the Marines given his issues, so they moved elsewhere.”
    “E lsewhere?”
    “Yep, which usually means CIA, DIA , or one of the many US intelligence Agencies.”
    “ You don’t think they just left?”
    “Definitely not . They’re listed as active, but with no unit or detail for the last four years. If you give me an hour, I can probably find out where they are,” offered the mole.
    “I think I know where they