"Rachael, we have reason to believe that a special bra contains hidden codes designed into it. What's more, there may be several models of this thing floating out there." He ran his hand over his bearded chin.
"The report says that Lisa Reynolds worked as a stripper for one Madame Cong. Her body was recovered without the bra?" I looked back up form the report.
"Yes, there was nothing covering her breasts and there were no visible signs of harm done to her body in any way. We did find some needle marks on her nipples though."
"She could have been doing cocaine you know?" I said.
"Well, we checked her for it and it came up empty. Still, this bra thing probably has something to do with those marks."
"Then, what did she die of?" I pulled down on the jacket of my business suit.
"Well, technically, it seems to be unknown, however, we do know that her brain was gone."
"What? So, someone cut out her brain?"
"Not exactly, there were no marks on her body at all, but when an autopsy was done they found that she contained no brain.
I looked up at Henry. It was as if our eyes suddenly met to ponder the situation rather desperately. We were confused, very, very confused.
"But surely there must be some mark or trace-evidence of some kind. If no instrument was used, then what about laser surgery?" I suggested.
"Well, there were no traces of any of that. Of course we have been trying to discover if any drugs were used to do this somehow, but so far, we have come up empty. Henry took a cigarette pack out of his drawer.
"Look, you're not going to light that thing up while I am in here are you?" I gave him a foul look.
"What about if I just open the window, this way..." I cut him off.
"No way! You know I hate smoke. If you light up I am leaving this room." He quickly put the pack away.
"Okay, okay, now let's continue." He said.
"Well, this seems more like a case for the CIA?" I said.
"We thought about sending in a CIA operative, but Madame Cong is just as interested in finding out what's going on as we are, so we don't need to send in a full fledged spy on this one. She is willing to work with you on this. She has an upscale establishment in San Francisco. We told her you would be on your way to see her and get whatever information on this that you need." He handed me another folder that contained airline tickets.
"You also realize that she runs a prostitution ring?" I said rather smugly. I hated that whole business of selling women for sex. I already had thoughts of bringing this woman down.
"My dear, do you think we are stupid here? Of course we are aware of it. We have been looking for ways of getting her for a long time now, but she has too much dirt on some very high-minded officials. It just isn't that easy." He crossed his legs.
"You just leave that to me, I..."
"No!" He said rather adamantly. "You will do as you're told and get information from her. She has many connections and leads that can help you. This thing is far bigger than Madame Cong. We need her help and you are going to be a lady on this thing is that clear?" He looked sternly into my eyes.
"Yes, Sir, but I still feel that fat cats should be taken down along with her."
"Leave that to another time agent Cummings. You're flight leaves in a few hours so you better get going.
"Yes, Sir." I took up both classified folders and left his office.
