The Assignment:
To go to Boston,
find my client’s missing son and escort him
home.
The Background:
My client’s son was
a brilliant student at M.I.T.
Unfortunately, he was also homely and had
very poor social skills. He was a pre-dweeb
dweeb. He was a pre-nerd nerd.
He had inherited a substantial pile of
money from his grandfather and was now,
unfortunately, giving it to a religious
cult that had befriended him.
Soon after he arrived at M.I.T., a
religious cult lured him into their web and
convinced him to begin handing over his
inheritance.
The mother found out about what was going
on when he tried to get her to co-sign on
the bonds and securities.
The Investigation:
I flew to Boston
with a round trip ticket for myself and a
one-way ticket for the boy.
The only clues I had were a list of old
addresses and few leads.
As soon as I got on the ground, I checked
in with the Boston PD to let them know what
I was doing and to ask if they had any
information on the cult and my subject. The
good news? The cult was well known by their
department. The bad news? They had no
information about my subject.
The desk Sergeant offered to load the
entire cult on the airplane with me.
I went to Cambridge and checked out all the
old addresses, but ran into nothing but
dead ends.
At the end of a long day, I returned to my
Copley Square hotel and placed a call to
the client’s attorney from a pay phone in
the lobby.
Sometimes luck is a private investigator’s
best friend.
As I was explaining my findings to the
attorney a group of brightly-dressed cult
members entered the hotel lobby and began
panhandling from hotel guests. I realized
my subject was one of the panhandlers,
quickly hung up the phone and followed them
when they left the building.
They continued panhandling as they walked
down the street and a few blocks later, I
was able to isolate the subject from his
cult-mates. We talked for a few minutes and
I was able to “convince” him to return to
Southern California with me.
When the other cult members realized they
were about to lose their meal ticket, they
surrounded us and tried to intimidate me
into abandoning the boy.
I won the debate.
Case Closed:
We drove directly to
Boston Logan airport and flew home. I
delivered him to his grateful mother that
night.
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