personally don’t like this idea, my bosses are gonna run with it as long as you run with them.”
“What’s the rub?”
“You simply have to go home to Foggy Harbor and do a few things that we’ve been unable to do.”
“What could I possibly do that the vaunted FBI is unable to do?”
“We’re concerned your father’s company, Aquatic Expeditions, is involved in something detrimental to our national security. We’re not sure if his firm is dealing with a criminal enterprise or a rogue nation, and we aren’t even sure if he is involved or knows about it. That’s where you come in.”
“You want me to spy on my father, Mr. Schmidt?”
“We want you to be our eyes and ears, Chase, our very own informational sponge.”
“What makes you think I will have access to the company once I’m out?” I inquired.
“Pardon the pun, but we’re hoping your father will bring you aboard. One of the requirements for your parole is that you get a job within two weeks of your release. We do not want you to ask your father for a job; we’d rather he come to that decision on his own. In fact, we want you to apply for some other jobs around Foggy Harbor. Given your history, no one will want to hire a just-paroled ex-con with a manslaughter charge.”
“Well, now you’re just hurting my feelings, Mr. Schmidt,” I said with a smile, “but I understand. When you say spying, what do you mean?”
“Planting listening devices in his office and the offices of his executives and management team, and generally soaking up as much information as possible. Your contact will give you instructions on an as-needed basis.”
“Oh, is that all? I was worried this was going to be hard,” I said sarcastically. “Don’t you have people more qualified than me? Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to get out of here, but am I the best person for this job?”
“Chase, as I said, you are the most uniquely qualified, and if we do this right, no one will ever expect you are working for us.”
“If I agree to this, where do I get all the gear and how do I learn how to install these devices? Do I just head down to the local Radio Shack with a list and a government credit card?”
“We’ve got that covered. Soon after your release, an agent from my team will be in touch. That’s all I can say right now.”
“Mr. Schmidt, my father and I have never been all that close. I suspect you know this. Suppose he doesn’t offer me a job or a place to live. Do I just get to walk away?”
“We know that he is making a genuine effort to be a part of your life based on the phone recordings we’ve listened to and the visits he’s made recently. We see the glass half full; maybe you should as well. You have two months. If we don’t see progress, we find a parole violation, and back in you go to serve out your remaining time. Any more questions?”
“May I play devil’s advocate here for a moment?”
“Go right ahead, Mr. Hampton,” he said, seeming to know the question already.
“What if I were to call my father and tell him what you just told me? What’s to stop me from doing that?”
FBI Special Agent Rollin Schmidt’s eyes lit up at the question, and he looked at me warmly before he came in for the kill.
“Chase, your remaining years in the North Carolina state prison system would not be enjoyable. I dare say you would end up serving out your full sentence at a max-security institution due to some unfortunate violation. Poor Chase had illegal drugs and a homemade knife hidden in his mattress. And you certainly wouldn’t like your new cellmate, that I’m sure of. You following me here?”
“I think you’re saying that telling my dad this would be a bad idea.”
“I knew we had the right guy for this job,” he said with a smile that made me uncomfortable. Mr. Schmidt was not someone to screw with, I decided.
“I’m not eligible for parole for another three years. How do I explain this?”
“Chase, people get