The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 14: Practice Makes Perfect

“Here are the addresses of all kore ya mama Pharmaceutics properties. Fortunately they have only one main manufacturing plant. The headquarters are not far off. Their research labs are in the same building as the headquarters offices.”

“Koriyama,” Stella said, correcting the pronunciation.

Blaze looked proud of herself as she placed the list of addresses on a coffee table.

“I have been told,” she went on, “that it is more likely Sorren would be using the research facilities. So I think that is where we should check first.”

Sounded good to me, so I didn’t say anything.

“Stella is still putting the finishing touches on her show, so I guess it’s up to you and me, Sled.”

“Sure, babe.”

I might have been a little more certain if my head didn’t feel like a whole platoon of soldiers were marching around inside it. That sack-key stuff is stronger than it looks. Still, a Private Dick’s gotta do what a Private Dick’s gotta do. I pushed my porkpie hat back an inch and told her, “When do we go?”

“Now. It will take us about two hours to travel to kor aye amma.”

“Koriyama,” said Stella, again.

look around, and later tonight, after the offices have

with Stella and Tara also. I was happy at the prospect of some

left, leaving Blaze and I

drive us to Corry Amma,” Blaze said. I liked the way she frowned when she tried to pronounce Japanese words. “We leave

that. Too bad. She did have a nice body and a face that made men’s heads turn every

bag,” she said, “we’ll stay in a hotel there

would meet her in

a quickie

make sure she was loaded for bear. Fifteen minutes

high school instead of driving people around. I felt like asking if she really had a driver’s license. She bowed

down. She wasn’t a bad driver, and once we were out of the main part of Tokyo the roads became much less crowded. The first thing that surprised me was that there were signs on the freeway much like in California: big green

north were the Adatara Mountains (which didn’t look all that big to me,

maybe a hundred miles or so, and it was only mid-morning when we reached that city. Being a big city boy myself, I wasn’t too impressed with the ten or twelve story office buildings, but then I had notice that they don’t make their buildings very tall in Japan. Maybe that had something to do with the earthquakes. We had felt several since we arrived, and were told that they were aftershocks from the big one a few months before. Stella also mentioned that they have almost daily small earthquakes in Japan anyway. It’s

home, being

Koriyama Pharmaceutics. Wasn’t too impressive, about eight stories tall, looked about forty years old and had only one sign announcing who lived there. And that wasn’t a very big one. We circled it a couple times before making off to

the way up, Blaze took my arm and whispered, “We’re married.” Then she explained that the CIA was short of budget and wanted agents to share rooms. Which was fine with me. I could hardly