“Greg Dawson,” he read off one envelope. He kept going through the stack. Another letter caught his eye. It was obviously a solicitation sent out to anyone on a database tied to a business. “Greg Dawson, Vice President, Science Matters, Ltd.”
This was getting more and more interesting.
He put the mail back, drove down to the end of the street, and did a quick recon of the area. He saw an avenue of opportunity, a vacant tree-filled lot two doors down from Dawson’s. He slipped out of his car and, camera in hand, walked through the vacant lot, jumped a small wall, skittered through the backyard of the house next to Dawson’s, and peered over a stucco wall separating the properties. The coast clear, he scaled the wall and dropped down at the rear of the lot and crouched behind a grouping of bushes.
The backyard was lushly and professionally landscaped. He eyed the large pool, waterfall, and the pool house that matched the materials used
on the main house. Dawson definitely had money. There was a table next to the pool. A pitcher of lemonade and two plates were laid out there. He focused his camera and waited. An Hispanic woman in a maid’s uniform came out with a tray of food, laid it out, and then went back inside.
Dawson and Cassandra came out a few minutes later. Dawson held out the chair for Cassandra and they sat down to eat. Cassandra had a smile on her face as she looked around at the luxurious surroundings. Sean could easily discern the lady’s thoughts. She could get used to this lifestyle real fast.
When Dawson pulled out an envelope from his jacket pocket and slid it across to Cassandra, Sean managed to get shots of this too. Dawson said something, but Sean couldn’t hear over the sound of the waterfall. She opened the envelope and Sean saw the edges of cash as she slid some out. He got shots of this too.
A bit later Cassandra kicked off one of her stilettos, stretched a long leg out, and boldly planted her foot squarely in her lunch companion’s crotch. The lady wasn’t subtle, thought Sean. However, the man scowled at her and said something. Sean couldn’t hear, but the lady looked severely put off as she hastily slipped her high heel back on.
He didn’t know Dawson, but Sean applauded the guy’s ability to so rebuff Cassandra, Queen of the Sluts.
After lunch, Cassandra drove back home. When she got there Sean dropped his tail and called David Hilal. Without telling him what he’d just learned he asked about Science Matters, Ltd.
“They’re one of our competitors on the contract.”
“You know a Greg Dawson?”
“He’s heading up the entire biodefense bid for Science. Cagey as hell and not above doing whatever it takes to nail a win. Why?”
“Just running a theory down. So you’re counting on Cassandra’s ties to DHS to win you the contract?”
“Well, we feel our proposal and technology is superior to Dawson’s team, but having Cassandra really helps. She knows the project, the players, and the government side cold. Other things being equal, if it’s a toss-up, the tie will probably go to us.”
“So weren’t lots of people trying to get her, like Science Matters? And they’re a lot bigger than you, right?”
“Sure they are. And I know they probably offered her a lot of perks and probably more money, but Tuck was able to convince her to come with us.”
Sean nodded thoughtfully. “Any idea how?”
“It’s just an idea.”
“Let me hear it.”
“He might have offered her part of his equity stake in the company. I know she gets a salary because I pay the bills. But the equity part would be papered just between them.”
“Even though you’re a partner?”
“Like I told you, a minority partner. Which basically means I have to eat my gruel and ask for more, politely.”
“But if Tuck and Cassandra are having an affair and it comes out?”
“It would not be good for us.”
“Any reason why she might want the affair to come out?” asked Sean.
“I don’t see why. If she does own a piece of the company it would just hurt her, right?”
“Not if she has a Plan B that pays her even more, Dave.”
CHAPTER 29
TWO HOURS LATER Sean waited until a car drove through the gates of the condo building and he followed it in, the automatic gates closing behind him. He parked in a visitor’s slot, grabbed the slender box off the front seat, and walked into the building’s foyer.