Enter Conspiracy Theorist #1

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"The world is governed by very different personages from what is imagined by those who are not behind the scenes."

~Benjamin Disraeli 

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Outside the room,  V.C. nudged him in the ribs and winked, giving him a full-blown grin. "That went well. This partnership is starting to be quite fun!"

"Stop calling it a partnership, it's not."

"Not with that attitude, buddy. Just wait, it'll happen."

Jack shook his head in exasperation and ignored her jibs. "Where have you been all this time? You can't just keep on disappea—"

Just then, a commotion in the middle of the precinct stopped him from finishing his sentence. Taking a seat towards the main entrance, the sight there caught him off guard.

Standing in the middle of the room was Coldwater's technical analyst, Pager. He was clutching his laptop to his chest tightly, knuckles turning white with effort.

The little man wore a beige trench-coat, freshly pressed and looking like it had come straight out of a 'Spy Essentials ' catalog.  The midnight black fedora slopping haphazardly on his balding head didn't cover the pair of sunglasses concealing his features.

Or would have concealed his features if they didn't keep on sliding down his nose with every twist of his head.

While darkened enough to block out fading sunlight, they didn't hide his eye's roaming, throwing suspicious glances at all of the officers in the vicinity.

When the Sheriff approached him with a meandering gait, Pager leaped back as if being stalked by a dangerous feline.

"Don't even think about it, Uncle Sam! Stay back," he said as he wagged a finger in the direction of the man.

Raising his hands in surrender, the old Sheriff back away and returned to his worn Sudoku, most likely forgetting about the strange man the second he picked up his pencil.

Jack should have known that anyone connected to Kingmaker would be off their rocker. It only made sense.

Birds of a feather flock together.

But right now, Jack didn't even want to interfere in the scene unfolding in front of him. He wanted to get to the bottom of the doctor's disappearance.

Shaking his head, he turned back to V.C. to reprimand, "Like I was saying, you can't just disa—"

Only to find her missing.

Again.

Come on . . .

Jack cursed.

It was like she was purposely trying to drive him closer and closer to the brink of insanity. After this case was solved, he planned to check himself into a 72-hour observation clinic, just to be sure.

There was literally only one way for her to have escaped. Following her chosen escape route, he stalked down the hallway and around a corner to find the runaway doctor.

Taking in the scene in front of him, he froze.

He couldn't even begin to fathom what to do at this point.

She was a millionaire.

Actually, Jack revised, she was probably a billionaire at this point.

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