Free Off the Grid (A Gerrit O'Rourke Novel) by Mark Young Page B

and education.”
    Kane shot him a look before continuing. “Let’s see, you left the military in 1996 and returned to MIT to earn a doctorate in electrical engineering and computer science. Says here you specialized in nanotechnology—something to do with nano electronics.”
    “Mr. Kane, I don’t see how this trip down memory lane tells me why I’m sitting here today. Can we fast-forward to the present?”
    “Patience. My friend George needs to know he’s getting the best. Like we say back home, ‘Don’t call him a cowboy, till you’ve seen him ride.’ My friend here has to know this is not your first time to the rodeo, boy. And I want to refresh my memory about your background while you’re here to correct me—if the record’s wrong.”
    Gerrit leaned back, watching as Kane continued through the file.
    “Now, in 2001 you started a research fellowship at MIT focused on harnessing nanotechnology by creating a…what do you call this—?”
    “A nanofluidic device—”
    “Right, a device capable of detecting biological warfare agents the size of a pinhead.” Kane glanced up. “My, my, boy. That’s got to be tinier than a little ol’ ant.” He returned his gaze to the file. “You just started on that project when they hit the WTC and Pentagon on 9/11. Three months later, you’re called back into military service.” Kane looked at him.
    “I volunteered.”
    “Now why would you go and do something like that?” Kane seemed to be toying with him.
    Gerrit crossed his arms, leaning back. “They needed everyone on board for the Afghan invasion. A couple years later, they sent me to Iraq. So, where are you going with this?”
    Kane lowered the file and clasped his hands together. “That leads us to 2004. Your parents and uncle.”
    Those words sent a knife twisting in Gerrit’s gut. The police files from Seattle PD’s archives at his home came to mind. And on his wall, photos of the blackened car and what was left of his mother and father pinned up for him to face every day. Charred remains, barely enough left to bury after a closed-casket ceremony—a ceremony he missed because he was off fighting a war in the Middle East. Deep ops that lasted long after they lowered his parents into the ground.
    Gerrit stood and leaned on the desk. “You had better have a good reason for dredging all this up or I am on the next plane back to the U.S.”
    “Calm down, my boy. Don’t get your feathers ruffled—”
    “And if you call me
boy
one more time, I’ll take that file and shove it where the sun don’t shine. Are we clear?”
    Kane slowly rose. “I like a man who’s not afraid to speak his mind. I’m bringing this all up for a good reason. I need—your country needs—your help. These records,” he motioned toward the open file, “tell me you are a man who sacrificed for his country.” He leaned on the desk facing off with Gerrit. “Why did you give up your work at MIT to become a Seattle cop? Do you still think you’ll find out who killed ’em?” He seemed to forget that Lawson was still in the room.
    “You read my file. You tell me.”
    Kane nodded. “A background investigator in Seattle asked the same question when you left the Marine Corps and turned your back on MIT to become a cop.”
    “So you know the answer.”
    “You told them it was none of their damn business.”
    “And I’m telling you the same thing.”
    “I’m surprised they took you on after that answer.”
    “I guess what I had to offer outweighed what the investigator thought was an impertinent answer.”
    Kane smirked. “I see things have not changed.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Still trying to be a loner. Disobeying orders. Getting into situations without any backup. In short, you’re still impertinent.”
    “Is that a problem for you?
    “Not at all, my b—” Kane caught himself. “Not at all, Gerrit. In fact, you’re just the kind of man I want. Willing to think on his feet and take chances.”
    Kane