the kind who always sees his own enrichment as the ultimate good for the human race. Still, he’s decent, as far as that goes.”
“Would you say he’s greedy?”
“Ambitious. Now remember, Marvin, I’ve never lacked for anything. I came from a good family. It wasn’t ‘Leave it to Beaver,’ but no real family is. I was well-off starting in my late teens. Since my early thirties I’ve been rich. I can’t say where someone else might be coming from.”
“Sounds like the kind of guy I’d really like to talk to. What sort of mind enhancement was Aaron looking into?”
“Oh. I thought we were discussing Bobby. Is this a bait-and-switch technique to get people to reveal secrets?”
I laughed. “No, I’m just not interested in Bobby Waldsten right now.”
“Good, because you know tricksters are the most easily tricked.”
“And liars have to remember. Which I can’t do.”
“So a problem becomes a strength.”
“I like that.”
“It impressed Aaron enormously that people pursue total destruction in order to change reality.”
“Any particulars?”
“Well….Aaron and I knew, along with our closest friends, that the Great Reality—“
“What?”
“God consciousness. The Over Soul. It goes by many names.”
“Okay.”
“It can be reached in a way that is profound and lasting, simply by practicing the basic principles you find in every religion.”
“What are they?”
“Love your neighbor, love your Creator, love yourself because they reflect both, and honestly try to live by the Golden Rule, which, by the way, is the same in all religions.”
“Go on.”
“But some people try to take a short cut, to ingest something, that brings up a false perception of the Great Reality. Ultimately these methods are superficial, insidious, and deadly. And we know it. Still, people keep trying. They persevere right to the grave.”
“Did Aaron dabble in any drugs?”
“No. He was quite the teetotaler. Not from dogma, but he actually liked being straight. He’d smoke a joint with people because he was selling it. If we had a party, we’d serve beer or wine, but I never saw him empty a glass.”
“And nothing stronger?”
“What do you think?” Her tone could freeze hell.
“I don’t mean to upset you, Loralee. It’s my business to ask a lot of questions. Some of them seem stupid. If you’d like to knock off for now—“
“It’s all right. For some reason I’m a little thin-skinned. I should apologize.”
It was obvious, though, that neither of us intended to apologize. Maybe neither of us needed to. “Okay, I’m going to go from stupid questions to jumping to conclusions.”
“Another bait-and-switch? Or am I just nervous? Please, go ahead, Marvin.”
“It looks to me like Aaron believed that no matter how destructive, dangerous, and even useless drugs, booze, cigarettes, and such things are, people still lust after them. And he probably thought that, with his knowledge of natural herbs and stuff, that somewhere there exits a substance that could do what all the drugs we have now can do, with few if any of the risks. And whoever could discover that would be doing an unbelievably huge service for mankind.”
“And?”
“There’d have to be a lot of money in it. Money interests most people. Some of them might not be the kind of folks you’d like. Did Aaron make any discoveries?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did he have any note books, computer files, whatever, stashed away?”
I could hear her sigh over the phone. “The upstairs of this house has been rebuilt. My meditation room and studio is part of that. We have some guest rooms. And Clarissa’s room. Aaron’s office is in another part. It’s chockfull of files and notebooks. He also had an office at the herb farm in Sloughhouse. My son and daughter came over one Saturday just before we sold the farm. Now that they’re grown, they get to see me. We got into our grubbies, Clarissa too, and cleaned out all Aaron’s personal files. Then we put them into a storage cubicle. I’ll give you the key.”
I don’t get paid enough for that. “I might, just in case, but for now I’ll stick with other methods. Was Bobby Waldsten interested in Aaron’s research?”
“Very. In fact he even got a bit rude about it. Aaron finally had to remind him, in his gentlemanly manner as always, that he was in charge of product development, and that Bobby’s job was to sell the stuff as it came out. Bobby can be quite smooth, and agreed, said he was just excited about new products and all.”
“Then there was something?”
“There’s always something.”
“Waldsten wasn’t bothered then? Just shrugged it off?”
“Oh, yeah. He’s always looking for an angle. When he comes to a dead end he looks for another one. He’s one of those businessmen who in most cases can’t be offended. And he only distributes Vita Green in his spare time.”
“What’s his day job?”
“Sales manager for the local O-My-Micron. He does well, so he wants to live longer. That’s why he’s interested in our health line.”
“O-My-Micron. He works for Jerry Loader?”
“Right. He introduced us to Jerry, as a matter-of-fact. Aaron and Jerry got along famously. Jerry and I are still close. He’s been one of those Eskimos who seemingly came out of nowhere to bring strength and support.”
So this was the filthy rich boyfriend she’d mentioned. “What do you mean, Eskimo?”
“You haven’t heard the story?”
“Guess not.”
“A man is telling his friends why he has no faith in a supreme being. He was lost in the Arctic, in a snowstorm. Cold and hungry, near death, he prayed to be rescued, but God ignored his prayers. Finally one of his friends said, ‘Look, you’re here to tell the tale, so if your prayers weren’t answered, what happened?’ The man with no faith replied, ‘Oh, an Eskimo came along with his dog sled and took me back to civilization.’”
“Haven’t heard that one. Was Jerry Loader interested in mind enhancement?”
“He could have bought and sold us a hundred times over.”
“Sometimes
