Chapter 4: Strangers Than Fiction

Contact. Yep, there is some person or group other than the bugspray companies, that donated to Beekeepers and left a message, they want to buy my entomologist insect interface technology. One thing I’m absolutely certain of, whom ever it is, is up to no good.

Now I have to decide what to do about this threat. Of course it’s a disguised threat. Whether it’s a bad actor or our own rot infested government, somebody is attempting to feel me out or call me out.

My anonymity is still intact, I think. Great care was taken to leave me apparently unconnected and without possibility of suspicion of connections to either the Internet posts or to the foundation. The directors and officers of the foundation were faked. Homeless dudes, I paid and groomed. Suited them up in second hand clothes. My role was as a pretend attorney, only temporarily retained for assisting them by directing the winos where they should sign on the dotted lines. Cost me twenty bucks, a jug of chianti, and a cheap rigout of used donated clothing for each of the three derelicts. They weren’t locals. Recruited them in neighboring states in large cities. Rather difficult, even unlikely to ever be traced down.

Should I be worried? Absolutely! I shall be very cautious. These are probably very powerful people or organizations with unlimited resources. An immediate road trip is wise. Hit an ATM in a new town or city everyday, and extract all the cash possible. The epicenter of the ATMs radius will indicate a city in a different state.

Cristina likes the idea of a shopping spree holiday and is coming with me. She knows nothing about and will never learn anything about my secret activities. A secret known by more than one is no secret. Trust no one with your life. Too much to risk on loyalty.

The rational reason for the trip, is to visit remote marinas in search of free boats. Plenty of free boats to look at, and each requires a personal inspection to determine the best candidates. My excuse for traveling is credible, if it ever gets questioned.

Noising it about the marina, we are planning a trip, attracts several requests from live-aboard denizens of the marina, to drop them off at various locations along our route. Some are even so bold as to ask me to detour to locations near but not quite on our route. Neighborly of me to meander about in random appearing patterns, just to be friendly, isn’t it? Actually, the excuse I’m looking at boats is no pretext. There are several I’m truly quite interested in.

On the appointed morning, we load up the SUV with all the people it can carry. Some are sitting on laps and some are disappointed, because they arrived at the rear of the line and were unable to fit inside. Off we go, cramped, uncomfortable, but with a festive aire.