Jim leaned forward, his elbows braced on the table. “The second article discussed a new financial instrument that an obscure little company was trying to get approval for, post-mortem mortgages.”
I couldn't resist interrupting. “Post-mortem mortgages? How the heck would that work?”
“Well, the article was a little fuzzy on the details of how exactly these things would work. But essentially, this new little company, Bone Financial, was offering to pay out substantial lump sums to ‘well qualified applicants’ who agree to sell the rights to their bodies after death.”
Ravyn looked exasperated. “What kind of company would buy the rights to dead bodies?”
Jim nodded. “I was curious about that as well. In some countries, viable organs for transplant have some economic value, but in this country it is currently illegal to sell any organs from a deceased person. However, an interesting person from this Bone Financial was quoted as saying that the bodies would not be used for organ donation, and in fact, these applicants were not in any way discouraged from donating their organs, should they so choose to. The name of that person was what caught my interest. It was a guy by the name of Leto, Mr. D. B. Leto, to be precise.”
“Could that be the same…?”
Jim nodded at my question. “It gets worse. I also noticed that there was one final note about how this new company, Bone Financial, was ‘a member of the Mercury-Unlimited Group family of companies.’ Once I put all of that together, I was able to do some research on the Net. I was able to pull up a photo from the Bone Financial website of this D. B. Leto, who is listed as the President of the company. It looks an awful lot like our friend, El Diablito.”
“Son of a bitch! When did you learn all of this?”
“I was just putting all of this together between the games today. I was going to call you and let you know tomorrow, after I had a chance to do some more research on MUG and Bone Financial.”
“Do you know where this Bone Financial is headquartered? I think I may need to make a road trip.”
Jim held up his hands. “Hold your horses, Rusty. I’m still gathering the information on these two companies. Let’s not rush into anything blind. Let me put together a full dossier of all available information on these new companies, then we can get together again, in the real world this time, and then we can plan our next moves.”
The Frau sat back and stretched her arms. “I agree with Jim. Let’s not be too hasty. Let’s make sure we go into this next case with as much information as possible. I’m very curious as to how this Bone Financial can actually be planning to make money by paying out money before people die for their bodies, especially if they aren’t selling the organs. My guess is that there are a lot of hidden aspects to this scheme that we will need to puzzle out before we can really see the whole picture here. Jim, keep us informed when you have your research done. Rusty, you need to go finalize your little deal with Drake.” She looked knowingly at Cerrydwen and Ravyn. “Ladies, we have our own little project to finish, agreed?”
Both Ravyn and Cerrydwen nodded their agreement to the Frau.
I was curious. “Just what are you gals up to now?”
The Frau stood up, walked over behind me and patted me on the shoulder. “It’s women’s business, Rusty. When everything is ready, you’ll know. Until then, you’ll just have to guess.” With that, she walked to her portal, opened the door, and left.
Cerrydwen was the next to leave, simply nodding to each of us, although she did flash a brief, conspiratorial smile at Ravyn as she nodded towards her. She was at the door and out so quickly it was as if she had run.
Ravyn flashed a smile as she hugged Jim and I and bounced out to her own door.
I looked at Jim. “Any idea of what they are up to?”
He shrugged, downed another mug of Diet Pepsi, and sighed. “I have no idea. It’s probably best that way too.”
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
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