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"Yeah, maybe that's it. Not having hormones makes it easy to forget about some of the convoluted human motivations they can cause. Still, she seemed to be trying awfully hard to convince us that she had a long-standing date tonight. Roger, maybe you better tag along with her and make sure everything's on the up-and-up." "You mean follow her? Covertly? Spy on her?" "That's exactly what I mean." "Wow. You're more paranoid than I thought. Don't get me wrong, I'll be glad to follow her around. She's not hard to look at and I don't have anything else to do while you're poking around at the Lexicon computers. If she finds out though, you'll have to take responsibility for this. I don't want her hopping mad at me." "No problem Roger. I'll feel better not worrying about her, while I'm worrying about me." "Okay, Spike. I'll head up to her place right now then."
She had learned from Lexicon's secretary that he would be attending the Silicon Valley Business Development Dinner that evening. It was a must for the circles that John Lexicon liked to travel in. Nancy would know a few people who would be there and the opening reception would provide the opportunity to mix around some. She could only hope that Lexicon would show. If he did, she would be ready. Hank Brooks got the initial feedback on the Spike Webb background check as soon as he returned to the Lexicon Industries offices. No ID was showing up on Spike Webb. It was confirmed that he was not an attorney in New York and that he was not known to be an attorney from anywhere else in the US. The research was continuing but it was already apparent that the purported identity was false. Hank took the news to Lexicon. "I knew there was something wrong about that guy," said Lexicon. "He was poking around looking for something. I hope it was just some lame Wall Street intelligence gathering." "Something else I need to let you know about Mr. Lexicon," continued Hank. "I ran into an old collaborator, Roger Tango over at the gym about an hour ago. He was pretty interested in our outfit and sort of hinted around about wanting to join up. I don't believe in coincidence so I have to think that somebody sent him."
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