Chapter 3

University of California, Berkeley, Oakland, CA

In the dim light of a windowless room, two Asian men paced while the third, an American, sat at a solitary table sweating over his laptop.

“James Kemp had an assistant.” said the American, whose name was Frank Martin, perusing the information that was scrolling down his computer screen.

“Who?” The native Chinese man demanded, crossing the small room to investigate.

“Just a kid really,” the American, a balding middle aged man, tensed up as the smaller Asian, no less intimidating because of his stature, leaned over his shoulder. Frank thought his name was Chee-Something, Cai Lu had been the name he’d read on the paper Dr. Zhang had given him. Frank could smell the faint odor of talcum powder on his person.

Frank knew his two superiors viewed him only as a tool, an outlet from which any piece of information they requested could be instantly granted. To them, Frank Martin was a nobody whom Dr. Leo Zhang had flown in from Kansas, just for the occasion. Though he ran a small sunflower farm on the side, Frank had always known he had a special talent when it came to understanding computers. He’d returned to school and graduated at the top of his class. He’d been job hunting when he’d seen the ad for computer tech advisor posted at and applied for it. As the famous scientist had told him, he’d won the lottery landing this job. The amount of money offered would help tremendously and Leo Zhang had left him no choice but to take it. He knew he was expendable, that he couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. He double checked the digital photograph he’d minimized up in the corner of his screen to make sure it was the same guy.

“Derrick Griffin, age 29. Already working on his Ph. D, was hired last year to teach a few basic physics classes to the lower masses here at U of C Berkley. Quiet, kept to himself.”

“Was Honorable Zhang aware of this man?” The Chinese man’s accent was even more pronounced as he hissed into Frank’s ear.

His fellow colleague stopped his pacing and joined him in peering over Frank’s shoulder at the screen. If the small old man from China made him nervous, this guy, Robert Chang, scared the piss out of him. Chang had been born and raised in San Francisco’s Chinatown. He could read the English on the screen better than his elder superior, yet as the junior officer he clearly carried more power. His first meeting with Chang had involved some physical actions that had been painful to say the least. Chang was American born but clearly his attitude of nationalism left something to be desired.

Frank’s knowledge about the Chinese and their ways was stereotypical to say the least, based on all the Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan movies he’d ever seen. Robert Chang had made it clear by his surprising show of dexterity with his hands on Frank’s arm and neck that if Frank didn’t do exactly as he was told then he would suffer consequences. He wasn’t ready to die by water torture or any other means they might devise if he stepped out of line.

“Answer the honorable Cai Lu’s question, farm boy,” demanded Chang, pronouncing it “Sigh-Loo”.

Frank’s voice shook, “From…from what I heard…Dr. Zhang and Dr. Kemp were always arguing in circles about involving the NPC and that news agency of your country that starts with an X. Zee-or Zin-something…” Xinhua News Agency was the number one source of media for the People’s Republic of China, Frank knew that much.

“The letter X is pronounced “Shin” it’s the “Shin-hwah” News Agency! My God, next time I’m insisting Dr. Zhang get someone from his own country who can speak English. Go on, farm boy.”

“Well,” continued Frank ignoring the jibe at what he used to do for a living, not to mention he was hardly a boy, he’d just turned forty last week, “these records I found show the date Dr. Zhang’s men reported James was keeping company in the lab. He decided to handle it himself and not mention it to your “honorable doctor”. They infiltrated the lab, brought Mr. Kemp’s body back with them while Derrick was restrained and left alive but he escaped shortly after they returned from dumping the body. That’s all I know.”

“Well then, we seem to have had a breach in the line of communication!” Chang spat angrily as if the whole lapse had been Frank’s fault. “How dare James bring such dishonor on himself, letting an outsider in on our little secret? What was he thinking, huh Frank?”

“I…I don’t know, sir.”

“I wasn’t asking you,” Robert snapped. “Dr. Zhang believed the men killed only one person, now he wants proof of a corpse. Honorable Cai, what have you learned so far?”

The old man spoke slowly, struggling to pronounce the English words correctly,

“According to the last report of my soldiers, no one has been able to locate the body of Derrick Griffin.”

“And did you take care of the homicide report of James?” This question was addressed to the American computer geek.

“Sure, a few clicks and the aggravated murder of Dr. James Kemp by Zhang’s men is now just another ‘hate crime’ incident,” He replied easily. “A few ten thousands will keep the San Francisco PD and the University Campus Police quiet. No details are being leaked to the media about the incident. As far as anyone knows Dr. James Kemp, alleged gay man and brilliant physics research professor on sabbatical from Berkley, was the unfortunate victim of a hate crime that night by Derrick Griffin who is still at large here in Oakland.”

“But he’s supposed to be dead!” The Chinese American cried, “Dr. Zhang wants no one but the gang of four to know about Formula D, he gave me specific instructions, find Kemp’s flash drive, that’s where he kept our last known update of the formula, and destroy it, after you extract the information we need to complete the formula. So where the ‘eff’s the flash drive? ”

“I know, I know. I’m working on it! It’s like Formula D and Kemp’s flash drive just…disappeared, along with all traces of Derrick Griffin.”

“Can’t you hack your way into his Blackberry files, find out where he emailed the password to his flash drive?”

“I think I could.” The American from Kansas began typing furiously on his laptop. He brought up the requested files and waited for the computer to crack the three security codes.

Frank ventured a question to Mr. Chang, “Um, sir, you know I still haven’t been able to locate Kemp’s flash drive. I think he might’ve snail-mailed it somewhere. When’s your next conference meeting with Zhang?”

“He’s flying back from Beijing tonight. He’s supposed to text me the details. Can I check my account on your computer? I don’t have my phone on me right now.”

“Not while it’s trying to run 3 billion combinations!” The man swore softly as the control bar on the notebook screen crawled along showing how long until the uploaded information was complete. Robert Chang began pacing again while the old man stood still, meditating on this new information.

Frank spoke again, “My battery’s really getting low, I may loose my connection any minute now; can’t this wait until we get back to my PC at the hotel?”

“Not if you value your life. The honorable Zhang Li wants to meet with me tomorrow and if you don’t have Kemp’s updated formula D files emailed to me heads are gonna roll and yours is first in line.” With a surprising show of strength, Robert Chang spun the computer chair on which the large man was sitting around to face him. Lowering his voice to make himself as intimidating as possible, Robert bent over the frightened man placing his hands on the armrests. “You, our little computer geek, are in our exclusive group now. You, number five, like our late number four, the traitor, James Kemp, took the sacred oath of secrecy and, like James, we can kill you at anytime.”

“But…” the man’s fleshy face turned red as he tried to defend himself, “Zhang hired ME personally, to do this job. I have access to extraction and diagnostic programs no else can get.”

Robert Chang’s fowl tobacco smelling breath made Frank wince, “Believe me you can be easily replaced. There are hundreds of young punk kids in San Jose who would love to have your job, not to mention your ten grand payroll and all they have to know is basic computer hacking skills. ”

Beads of sweat were now forming on the other man’s bald head. He thought of his wife and two year old daughter and seven year old son. His family thought he was in Iraq, overseeing all the boring details of the army supply shipments. They would be devastated if anything happened to him, if they found out who he’d been secretly working for. Not to mention the trouble he’d be in if the US military found out. If Zhang did order him killed, or worse, turned him over to the American government, what would happen to his family?

“I’ll…I’ll find the missing flashdrive. I’ll get back your files on the formula.” He gulped, “I will, I just need a few more hours.” A chime indicated the completion of the uploaded file and Frank, who had never been a religious man, silently thanked God for the first time in ten years as he breathed, “There it is.”

Robert smirked and whirled Frank’s chair back so he could face the screen.

“Open it.”

A few clicks of the mouse and, as his eyes took in the long list of numbers and dates of all of the late James Kemp’s recent email activity, Frank wished he’d never been born.

He was now looking at all of James Kemp’s Blackberry files but the Formula D file password was not among them. A few more clicks showed him that on the date of his death, just five minutes before his lab at Berkley had been infiltrated; James Kemp sent two outgoing emails, both to secure locations, meaning one had gone to another computer in the same building, the other was unknown. There was no way he could hack into those systems, not tonight. If James had made copies of his updated Formula D file before permanently deleting and mailing them off, they were lost to them. In a voice that grew considerably fainter and more frightened, he shared this newfound information with his cohorts.

“Perhaps he sent part of file to one and part to the other,” suggested Cai Lu.

“Where? Whose computer?” Robert Chang demanded rolling a second chair over to the table and sitting too close to the man who was trying to concentrate on his work.

“I don’t know!” he cried, “I’ll have to use another software program to unscramble the security codes and passwords for just one of these addresses. It’ll take hours!”

“And the other half? Can you find out where it went? Give me a name, a location, an address, anything!” His tone grew even more threatening and Frank knew he was dead. When Dr. Zhang Li found out what James had done to his precious files someone was going to pay with his life and Frank had no doubt that Robert Chang would relish making him the scapegoat.

‘I-just a minute,” the man tapped furiously, silently begging his battery to stay with him and feed him just one more shred of information before it failed completely. This had to be the one day he’d left his backups and power cord behind at his temporary office. “Here it is,” Frank breathed a sigh of relief, “the other half was sent to a private email account at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City.” The Berkeley professor from Chinatown stood back up so quickly that Frank cringed as if he’d been dealt a blow.

“His niece!” cried Dr. Chang in realization.

“Leo Zhang has a niece?” The American asked in disbelief.

“No, you idiot, Dr. James Kemp! He has one living relative left, a sister, but as Fong Quock reported to us, she was just a dead end.”

“But this sister had a daughter.” Cai Lu commented softly.

“And all Fong learned was that she was studying at the University of Utah, some kind of Chemistry major. But we also know James never had any contact with that side of the family, not for years.” He stopped pacing and turned to Frank who was still intent on his screen, his fat face ghostly pale in the blue light. “Can you give me names? Who did he send that file to?”

“Too late,” he squeaked, “my battery just died.”

“No matter,” the Chinese American replied. “As the honorable Cai suggested, he either sent a copy of the file to his niece or to someone in one of the science departments on the campus. Dr. Zhang has an old friend who teaches in the Chemistry department at the University of Utah. He’ll be quite willing to help us out, I’m sure.”

Robert Chang smiled but the smile wasn’t a happy one. He clamped a hand on the Frank’s fleshy shoulder, “Soon as you can get back online, you’re booking us on the next flight to Salt Lake tomorrow, right after our meeting with Dr. Zhang.” He patted his shoulder again emphasizing his words, “You may live to see another day after all, Frank,” he said, his jovial tone not very reassuring to the nervous man from Kansas. “In fact, I might just take you along to our meeting. The honorable Dr. Zhang will be very interested in this new development of our missing Formula D.”

*          *          *

“Your what teachers?” Derrick was on his feet now too, completely baffled, “You  Mormons must be obsessed with education; teachers coming over at all hours of the night.”

“Be quiet, don’t let them see you!” Anne whispered frantically from the bedroom.

“No problem,” muttered the invisible man, unzipping his jacket.

The knocking came again, “Coming,” Anne called out as she reappeared wearing a white, terry cloth robe, “you can wait in my room,” she suggested aside to Derrick as she passed, not looking at him as she finished tying the sash around her waist. Then she looked up and what she saw made her shriek, “Derrick!”

One by one, the jacket and pants he’d been wearing flew off his form leaving a trail behind him on the carpet. It was too late to stop him. Grabbing the quilt, Anne was about to hiss that Derrick put his clothes back on, right now! Then, realizing how that would sound, especially if the two women waiting outside heard, threw the quilt back down in defeat and continued for the door. Then, all at once, she stumbled over Derrick, crying out as she landed face down, her body smacking the polished surface of the cherry wood coffee table as she fell.

“Anne,” someone was knocking, “you okay?”

There was nothing she could do. Anne had to answer the door. Outside she could hear the familiar voices of Emily Christensen and Kristina Lewis.

The door opened and Anne stuck her head around to greet them still rubbing her throbbing shin, “Hi! Sorry,” she spoke breathless, “I forgot you were coming tonight.”

“Do you have company?” Kristina asked

“What? No! No, there’s no one here. Come on in. I was just, uh, watching TV.” She realized how ridiculous that sounded since the TV set wasn’t even on. A cold hard object suddenly slid into her hand. “I mean, I was on my…phone!” she cried, holding it up for them to see as they crossed the threshold and entered her apartment. “Thanks!” she muttered aside to Derrick.

“I thought I heard…” Kristina began as Anne shut the door behind her,

“Uh, it was on speaker,” Anne quickly stuffed the phone back into its pocket on her backpack and made room for her guests to sit down on her worn couch. “Anyway, the conversation’s over now. It’s not important. Sorry about the mess; I have about a million papers I still need to check over for my lab tomorrow.”

“Is this a bad time?” Emily asked gently, “We can reschedule or,”

Anne made an effort to speak more calmly, “No, no. Please,” she motioned to her couch and rearranged the pile of papers she’d removed from her backpack earlier in order to get to her laptop, placing them on the coffee table.

The two young women, both in their early twenties, sat down. Anne dragged a chair over from her kitchen table wondering how she could make this visit quick and get them to leave. She swallowed a gasp of surprise when a pair of discarded ski pants obligingly moved out of her way, so indiscreetly, her guests didn’t even notice.

“So,” Emily said smiling at Anne after she was seated, “how’s everything going?” Emily was everything Anne was not: tall, skinny, and gorgeous with perfectly sculptured features, flawless skin, large blue eyes, her flipped back hair falling over her shoulders. The perfectly streaked blonde and red tresses showed no hint of a wave and again Anne marveled at how Emily managed to keep her hair so straight and shiny while Anne had long since given up trying to tame her own natural dark brown waves with a flat iron into the sleek fashionable styles of the day.

“Just fine,” answered Anne easily.

“Oh, here’s the lesson manual.” Emily suddenly remembered the book on her lap and handed it to Anne, “Jared said he spoke to you earlier today and I offered to bring it by for him.”

“Thanks, Emily.” Anne accepted the book and placed it under her chair, “How about you, how’s your life going?”

“Oh, I’m keeping busy of course with my job at the gym, now that the holidays are over, we’re just swamped with new members and they all want me to be their trainer. I didn’t even have time to change tonight.” Emily gestured at the outfit she was still wearing, the latest in workout apparel. Emily could look good in a paper bag.

“And how’s school?” Kristina asked her.

“I could ask the same of you, Kristina,” Anne grinned for Kristina was a second grade teacher.

“Oh, I don’t even want to talk about it,” the plump redhead groaned, “with the inversion, I got stuck with indoor recess and those kids have been bouncing off the walls all week!” The two women nodded sympathetically in response. “I haven’t been able to get them interested in learning anything, they’re so restless.”

“I can imagine,” commented Anne.

“So Anne,” Kristina said changing the subject back to her, “how long until you’re done with school?”

As the three women chatted, Derrick moved lightly across the room to stand behind Anne’s chair. This wasn’t the first time he’d eavesdropped on women’s conversations. It was too bad he was a student of physics and not psychology or sociology. The advantages of his invisible form to allow him so many opportunities to observe the human psyche had already provided him with enough information to publish his own paper if he wished. It was times like these, he mused, as the pleasingly plump redhead’s bubbly personality made itself apparent while Emily (Derrick wondered if Anne had dropped their names for his benefit) continued to make condescending remarks as if she were only there because it was her duty. Her body was so well proportioned Derrick wondered if she really worked as a fitness instructor, she could easily find work as a model. Utah girls, he’d noticed, certainly took better care of themselves than many of the girls he knew in California. Checking out women’s bodies while remaining completely oblivious, he noted ironically, did have its advantages sometimes.

Bored with the girlfriend talk, always pointless but, he knew, to them it served a very important purpose of communicating without actually solving anything. He focused his attention around Anne’s mostly bare living room. He’d had ample time this evening to look her apartment over, even snoop in her purse to commit her name and address to memory if the need arose. It was obvious any money she had was carefully hoarded. A typical poor college student, he’d realized with a spark of empathy on her behalf. Derrick had been there himself. He well remembered those lean years before graduation before he’d been offered his current position and salary at Berkeley.

Careful of his every movement, Derrick wandered over to the TV stand to investigate his hostess’ modest collection of DVDs. He noted she was a Tom Hanks fan, preferred many of the animated classic Disney fairy tales and other classics such as Out of Africa, Gone with the Wind, and The American President gave her away as a hopeless romantic. A brilliant scientist with a weakness for romantic books and movies. He smiled wryly. Alicia had been a chick flick girl too, even though vector algebra didn’t fascinate her like it did him, she’d been a great partner. Nostalgically, he allowed himself one moment of indulgence to reminisce over their more intimate times together. Alicia had taught him well about women’s preferences when it came to how to behave as a boyfriend.  He wondered what kind of Friday nights the modest Anne Penninger indulged in and hoped it was more than just popcorn movies in this lonely hole-in-the-wall apartment by herself.

There was a lull in the conversation and his attention was brought back as Kristina half jokingly asked Anne, “And how’s your love life?”

Amusingly, the subject had switched to that common favorite of all women, relationships, and the bashing of the men in their lives when those men weren’t around to overhear. He heard Anne groan, “What love life?”

Emily chimed in with her own comment about a boy named Jared, who, she whined, never seemed to have time to spend with her anymore. Obligingly, Anne asked her how their plans were going sending the blonde, tanned beauty off on a long tirade about shopping and making decisions for an upcoming wedding. She wanted to serve only the healthiest of refreshments at the reception while her fiancé had other ideas.

“You’ll be taking out your endowments soon too won’t you?” Anne asked her, Emily replied in the affirmative.

“Which temple?”

Derrick wondered if she was talking about some kind of Mormon baptism as Emily replied, “Jordan River, of course,”

Already curious about any previous relationships Anne might’ve had, Derrick ambled back to Anne’s side to listen, hoping that funny word ‘endowments’ might be explained, didn’t it have something to do with those secret Mormon temple marriages?

But the topic was changed again. The redhead, Kristina, was commenting about a boy she knew who seemed content to be just friends but, she giggled wistfully as she spoke, if only she could get him interested in her so it could be more.

“Maybe it’s best if you just stayed friends,” Anne suggested knowingly, “I went out with this guy last month. My sister set me up with him, since we’re both the same age and still single, but we had nothing in common. I couldn’t even see myself as being friends with this guy, I mean, I know my major can be a little intimidating,”

“Intimidating?” Kristina cut in laughing. “You’re studying chemistry, you’re like a mad scientist. He was probably afraid you would think he was a total loser before wanting to do experiments on him.” All shared a round of good humored chuckling.

“He was a loser,” Anne stated more seriously. “I don’t mean to sound harsh but he was thirty years old, had no ambition of any kind, and still lived with his parents!”

“Surely you had some common interests,” said Emily. Derrick silently agreed with her, Anne could at least have given this guy a chance.

“None,” Anne said. “Chemistry and science are my first passions but he had absolutely nothing to say about the subjects. I tried music. I like alternative rock, but it turns out he was only into country. I’m a sucker for romantic movies and good books,” Derrick almost laughed out loud, “while he told me, flat out, he avoids reading whenever he can. He asked me if I’d seen any of the current R-rated movies and of course I never go to those.”

“Good for you,” Emily said.

“Then he told me he prefers golf to any other sport and saw nothing wrong with going to the golf course on a Sunday.” She paused as a thought occurred to her, “You know, I never found out if he even served a mission for the church, the subject never came up.”

“Ah,” the enlightened girls chorused together which puzzled Derrick. In his opinion the only good movies these days were the ones that pushed the envelope. Sunday, at least for him and Alicia, was a day for relaxing and perusing one’s hobbies and whatever ‘mission’ this man might’ve had, he didn’t sound all that bad to Derrick. These Mormon girls sure set high standards. No wonder they were all still single and looking. But then Emily made an interesting comment,

“Well, you obviously didn’t hit it off but you could’ve asked him to take you to the golf course sometime, learn more about the sport. When Jared and I first started going out he wanted to teach me to play racquetball. He loved it, I’d never even heard of it but now I’m growing to love it too.”

“Yes, but you don’t go play on Sunday.” Anne countered.

Touché Derrick silently added.

“Speaking of activities, I’m trying to get a head count. Nobody’s responding to the Facebook invite except the guys. Are you going to Family Home Evening this Monday?” Emily asked Anne who shook her head.

“What? But, why?” Emily asked in offense. “The priesthood was put in charge, I was told they’re getting worried us sisters are feeling left out. That we’re not really interested about the activity they’ve planned.”

“I can tell you why none of the girls are accepting the invite, the activity consists of doing nothing but watching the guys play video games all evening,” Anne argued. “I was so tempted to speak up last Sunday, you know, when you asked for a hand count of who was planning on attending, I wanted to say ‘If the guys want so badly to get together with us, they have our phone numbers.’”

“Yeah,” Kristina let out a quick bark of a laugh, “You know how long it’s been since anyone called me up and asked me out? The dating field in our ward is turning into a parched desert.”

“But this is for family home evening, a group activity.” Emily emphasized, “I know it’s frustrating that so many of the guys in our ward don’t really date but you two just need to have patience and it certainly couldn’t hurt you both to try a little harder.” She brushed a gleaming lock of hair out of her eyes and Derrick couldn’t help but notice the ring she wore on her left hand. “Kristina, I’ve been trying to encourage you for months to come to the gym with me sometime. How about you, Anne, would you be interested in joining?”

“Not this semester, sorry, I just don’t have the time.”

“I might come with you tomorrow,” Kristina mumbled studying her hands in her lap, “But I honestly wonder sometimes if it’ll do any good. I lost ten pounds last year but none of my guy friends even seemed to notice.”

“I remember I felt the same way both of you did one year ago,” Emily spoke in a big-sisterly fashion, “I felt so alone. My boyfriend had just broken up with me before graduation; it was like I was the first single woman who’d managed to graduate from BYU without that MRS degree, if you know what I mean.” She winked slyly, “I was scared to death of having to go out now and look for a job. I remember wondering if Heavenly Father even cared about me anymore.” Her voice lowered dramatically, “I almost quit going to church. But then I moved into this ward, got my calling and everything started falling into place. I found a job and Jared started noticing me. Then he came to the gym one night just to see me and he asked me out and then, well, you know the rest.” She giggled, “Now we’re engaged!”

Anne exchanged a meaningful look with the redhead. It was so quick Derrick was the only one to catch it. “It’ll happen to the two of you,” she promised, “all you have to do is just keep waiting patiently,” she counseled as if she’d had years of experience in these matters, “and have faith in the Lord,” she added meaningfully.

Derrick let out an involuntary “Humph!” at such trite advice which Anne quickly covered by coughing. The two girls eyes widened but let the interruption pass without comment.

“Anyway,” the awkward moment was saved by Kristina, “shall we share the message now?” She produced a magazine and proceeded to open it while Emily unlocked the screen on her phone.

“Please,” Anne smiled gratefully.

So it was a religious visit after all, Derrick thought. He was beginning to think the girls had only come like Job’s friends in that story in the Bible, not to mourn with him but to point out how he’d brought all this on himself, though Anne was hardly a disease infested old man, and Job had been married with a wife and children, if he recalled the story correctly.

Kristina spread the magazine open on her thick legs, Derrick tip-toed around Anne to have a closer look as Kristina turned the glossy pages. He recognized a well-known picture of Jesus sitting on a rock, in an attitude of instruction, with his hand pointed up in the air. The words Feed my Sheep printed in large bold print flashed by as pages were turned. Derrick had read some of the Bible so it was obviously a religious magazine printed by their church.

Finding the page she was looking for, Kristina left it open on her lap almost on purpose for him. He perused it as the redhead spoke animatedly of a women’s role in some kind of society which emphasized service to others. As she spoke he realized this “message” wasn’t any of the fake, superficial Christian fluff and nonsense he’d been expecting.

Kristina’s face, which he’d considered homely before, took on a glow that transformed her. She seemed to genuinely believe what she sharing was important. Anne was smiling too and making comments that showed she also cared about this stuff. He skimmed over the page Kristina was reading, noting the words Visiting Teaching Message printed in tiny block lettering on the top of the page and his earlier confusion by Anne’s words were now clarified. More bold lettering: Apostles…Relief Society general president…Elder all stood out in the article on strengthening the family. As Derrick had always suspected, Mormons were great advocates of the traditional family. He suddenly recalled James Kemp mentioning that he’d been a Mormon at one time.

“…a banner, not unlike General Moroni’s ‘title of liberty’, which does include us, even though we don’t have homes and families of our own yet. We can find inspiration in Moroni’s words. We can take a stand ourselves to defend the family just like the Nephites had to do,” Kristina was saying. Derrick was completely lost by this. Nephites? General who? Was this lesson about the current Middle East conflicts? But Anne was nodding and commenting.

“I love that scripture about the title of liberty, Moroni is one of my heroes.”

“Mine too.” Kristina agreed. “I also really liked this quote by…”

Derrick stopped listening as his eyes were drawn to the opposite page of a drawing of a black man, the article was about a Mormon man living in Zimbabwe, Africa. Intrigued, he began to read until Kristina, having finished her thought, closed the magazine, unknowingly cutting off the man who’d been reading over her shoulder.

Nevertheless, Derrick was impressed; Anne’s church wasn’t just for white Americans as he’d always believed, and it encouraged its members to live clean, moral lives. He’d known a few Mormons in his high school in Oakland but Dr. Kemp was the closest one he’d ever had as a friend and all James ever had to say about his former religion was that he’d been excommunicated from it, just because of his lifestyle.

“Can we have a closing prayer before we go?” Emily asked. Fascinated, Derrick watched as they all simultaneously folded their arms across their chests and bowed their heads like it was all part of some ritual. Why didn’t they stand in a circle or join hands? Wasn’t that how religious fanatics prayed? These Mormons were all crazy, he decided, while Emily said a prayer unlike any he’d ever heard in his life. But then, he considered, it had been a long time since he’d heard a prayer of any kind, or even been to church.

Humbly, Emily mentioned Anne’s name and asked God to bless her and keep her safe. She petitioned the Almighty to bless her in her work at school and in her studies, she even spoke the name of Jesus Christ just before the “Amen”. Though Derrick was himself invisible, he thought he felt something tangible seeping into the room. A peacefulness, he identified the feeling, which had entered the room, like himself, an equally invisible presence.

As Emily prayed, Anne let her thoughts wander to her invisible guest. She’d been very annoyed at first by his rude interruption but her anger was gone now replaced by worry. He’d been so quiet she’d almost forgotten he was in the same room with them. Where was he now? What if Derrick had slipped out? Did he ever need to use the bathroom in his current condition, she wondered, trying to imagine how she’d explain the sudden flushing of her toilet. Did Derrick have such a sick sense of humor? She hoped not, she decided as the prayer ended.

“So,” Kristina chuckled, Anne grinned back in return. She was very familiar with the visiting teaching routine and the asking of the traditional question, “Can we do anything for you before we go?”

“Well, there’s always my dishes,” Anne offered trying not to be embarrassed over the week’s pile on her countertops in the kitchen and the general state of her apartment. She’d meant it as a joke but Emily looked horrified while Kristina was readily accepting.

“Sure,” she agreed getting to her feet.

“No, no I was just kidding.” Anne insisted as Kristina hurried past her chair, “you don’t have to do my dishes.”

“We really need to get going,” Emily hinted meaningfully at her friend’s retreating back. Jared was probably waiting for her back at their apartment, Anne realized, remembering the two girls were roommates as well her assigned visiting teaching companions. Anne had visiting teaching assignments of her own in the ward, just like all the other girls. Right now though, her own companion was also engaged to e married while the girls they taught were getting ready to change apartments due to graduation and another was herself about to get married and Anne knew from past experience that visiting teaching assignments in the single adult scene quickly dissolved once major life changes like these entered the picture. Why was she always the one being left out of such exciting life changes?

Remembering her earlier conversation with Derrick, Anne stood and retrieved her laptop from the kitchen table as an excuse for her friends to leave. “I have some work I need to do on my computer anyway. My phone’s almost dead and I really need to check my email.”

“Oo, you finally got your laptop!” Kristina squealed from the kitchen where she’d been about to tackle some dirty dishes. She bounced back over to sitting area. “How much memory does it have? Is it touch screen?”

“4 GB of course, and no, I just missed the newer versions, technology is just moving too fast these days. A smart pad or tablet would’ve been nice but the guy at Best Buy assured me laptops still have more memory.” Anne set the laptop on the coffee table and turned it on, proudly displaying her Christmas present to herself which she’d spent the better part of a year saving up to purchase. It had been hard but, she’d decided, having a laptop was essential now so she could take her work in biological chemistry research home with her thereby earning her master’s degree faster.

Kristina was full of questions as she enthusiastically admired Anne’s new computer. “Why didn’t the school provide you with a tablet? Did you have a choice? Do you use the new Windows Vista program? I heard it’s not very good for laptops.”

“That’s what the sales guy told me too, he said Windows XP can’t handle that much memory on a laptop so I went with the standard three gigs.”

“Kristina,” Emily warned, “we really need to…”

Both women ignored Emily, “You do chemistry stuff on this don’t you?” Kristina indicated the laptop screen as she resumed her seat on the couch to admire the computer which was slowly lighting up to show the desktop screen. Anne made a noise of assent as she unlocked her security and ran her finger over the mouse pad to open Internet Explorer. “You’re so lucky.” Kristina continued, “All the teachers were promised two used laptops for the classroom last year at my school but then the district funding was cut. I bet that never happens at the U.”

“Oh, I bought this myself.” Anne clarified. “I use a program called Protein Explorer in my research.”

“You do real research?” Emily asked in almost rude disbelief. She was obviously ready to take her leave and Anne turned, feeling a little put out by Emily’s condescending attitude.

Kristina tried to smooth the awkward moment, “Tell us about it.” She caught Emily’s eye and added, “The shortest explanation on record, then we’ll get out of your hair.”

Anne proceeded to give the condensed version of her major to her two friends while her computer’s internet homepage, Yahoo, slowly loaded. She was in the middle of explaining how all upper graduates in the Chemistry department were required to pick a thesis as she leaned over to navigate her computer, idly moving her fingertip over the pad, the arrow hovering over her mail icon.

She straightened up in her chair again to finish, “Then we spend the next three years researching and developing it under the guidance of a department faculty member,” she was in the middle of saying this when a pair of hands suddenly clamped down on her temples and turned her head, forcing her to look at her computer screen.

“Derrick?” She blurted out in disbelief. Emily and Kristina followed to stare at the screen along with Anne who couldn’t believe what had just popped up. The drop down inbox had opened showing that Anne had 12 new incoming messages. The first name displayed was DGRIFFIN the subject column contained the words URGENT, OPEN IMMEDIATLY.

“Is something wrong?” Kristina asked confused.

“Just…” Anne attempted to gather her thoughts at this sudden invisible interruption. How in the world had Derrick managed to send her an email? “It’s nothing, I was just surprised by something in my inbox. I think it’s just spam.”

“Well, then,” Emily said briskly, “we should let you read your emails and get back to your evening,” she got to her feet. “Kristina,” she added meaningfully.

“Yeah,” the redhead rose rather sheepishly to her feet, “Are you sure there isn’t anything you need, anything we can do for you?”

Derrick’s invisible hands released her and Anne was able to shake her head as she also stood, “I’m fine,” she spoke as casually as she could, walking them over to the door, “Thanks for coming by.” She let them out into the dark, frosty night, noticing the snow had stopped and the sky was clearing.

Anne stood staring at the closed door. Did she just hear Emily say, “Living alone too long, poor thing.” The sound of their footsteps on the cement stairs died away. Anne waited until she heard the car’s engine start up on the street below before she turned to face the empty room. She realized she had a sudden craving for something sweet and headed for the refrigerator. After the ups and downs of the day it was no wonder she could hear her half empty pint of Ben & Jerry’s calling to her.

“I think I need some ice cream. Derrick?”

Silence answered her. Anne noticed that his discarded clothes had disappeared from the rug, “They probably think I’m some kind of closet junkie or something the way I had to cover for you.” Anne’s accusation was directed at the closed bathroom door as she entered the kitchen. “Bishop Warner will probably be calling me into his office this Sunday,” she closed the freezer door with a little more force than was probably necessary, “Why couldn’t you have just waited in my room like I told you too?” She heard her toilet flush, and grinned. That cleared one thing up; he DID have normal bodily functions like everyone else.

“What, and miss the Mormon hypocrite show?” Derrick asked sarcastically as he exited the bathroom, back in his ski outfit.

Anne really needed to take out her contact lenses and replace them with her glasses, as she always did the minute she got home. Derrick waited for her.

“I don’t get what purpose that visit served, that lesson they shared was nice, I’ll grant you that, but those girls hardly acted like your friends. Take that one girl, Emily. She’s a real looker but she was awfully condescending. ‘Oh, just look what I caught with my big expensive engagement ring!’” He did a bad imitation of Emily in a high falsetto voice that made Anne laugh in spite of herself.

“Well, Emily is president of the Relief Society. Did you want any ice cream?” Anne showed him the container, “There’s not much left but I’ll share.”

“No thanks, looks like you need it more than I do.” Derrick sat down on the couch to stare at the laptop monitor.

Anne dug her spoon into the container, “You’d better have a good explanation for that email in my inbox.”

“Oh, this email in your inbox isn’t from me,” he informed her, matter-of-factly. “I was just as surprised as you were though it did come in handy in getting rid of your annoying guests. This could be a virus. Don’t open it until I’ve had a chance to run a scan on it first.”

“They were only here to check up on me, that’s what visiting teaching is,” Anne attempted the best explanation she could think of in defense of her church and its members. “Ministering to the needs of all women in the church both physical and spiritual. Kristina’s my friend and Emily has a lot of responsibilities as president, it takes up a lot of her time.” Anne joined Derrick on the couch, “So if you didn’t send this, who did?”

“I would guess Dr. Zhang or one of his cronies have infiltrated my email account and are trying to force me out of hiding by stealing my identity. But tell me more about these responsibilities Emily has, how much does she get paid for acting so self satisfied?”

“We have no lay clergy in my church, we don’t get paid anything. I should know. I once served in the presidency. I’ve put up with girls like Emily before, when a girl gets engaged she becomes overwhelmed by all the upcoming changes and starts to go a little crazy. I believe they’re calling them ‘Bridezillas” now. I’m sure I’d never act like that.” She added in mock haughtiness.

“Oh, I just bet you would.” Derrick nudged her playfully, “But how of big of a ring would you need to go crazy like that?”

Was he flirting with her? Anne suddenly wondered, glad she’d just taken a big spoonful of chocolate ice cream so she didn’t have to answer. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” Derrick scoffed and Anne suddenly realized she would love to see an actual face right now addressing her from above the dark collar of the jacket. “You religious girls are all the same. My old girlfriend, Alicia, never wanted to get married. You and Kristina are both jealous of Emily. Both of you would give your right arms to be in her shoes right now. Come on, admit it. You wish you were getting married and living happily ever after just like her. Your church brainwashes its female members into these ridiculous ideas of marriage, James told me all about it.”

“I guess being invisible gives you the advantage of reading people without anyone knowing they’re being read.” Anne said. “I’m no different than any other woman my age, with the exception I don’t “give my milk away for free” as your Alicia did. Sure I’d like to meet someone and have him do the asking for once. I’d like to live happily ever after, within reason of course. And you and Uncle James probably think marriage is a silly, outdated idea, right?”

“I can’t speak for James,” there was regret in Derrick’s voice, “but, I do believe the only way two people can ever discover if they’re compatible is if they share the day to day stresses of life first. Then, if they feel marriage is a good next step in the relationship, they should go for it.”

“Not me,” Anne set her empty ice cream carton on the table, “I was taught the proper order in any relationship is dating first, then marriage, then children. Kinda defeats the purpose of the whole thing if you’re talking about gay marriage, huh?”

“Kids are a whole different ballgame, that’s for sure and we better not get into a discussion about the recent national issues. I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree then. But since we’re on the subject of cohabitation outside of marriage, I do need a place to sleep tonight. What are your standards on that?”

Anne appreciated his frank and open manner, she’d never had a conversation like this with any man in her life. Taking a deep breath she spoke, “Normally, I’d have to say no. But considering the time,” Anne glanced at the clock on the wall, “and the circumstances, it wouldn’t be very Christian of me to turn a stranger out into a cold night like this where he would surely freeze. On the other hand, you’re still a man and I’m still a vulnerable, single woman.”

“You can lock your bedroom door if it makes you feel safer,” he suggested in all seriousness.

“No, I think I can trust you. I’m not even worried about you robbing me blind.”

“You don’t have much worth stealing anyway,” Derrick said.

“I’d be just as much a hypocrite as you said if I turned you out tonight with no place to go.”

“Thank you,” he answered. “Like you said, you can trust me. I’m so dead tired,” she felt him patting the cushions next to her, “that even this will feel like a feather bed tonight.”

“I have an extra pillow and blanket I’ll give you.” Anne offered, “Just don’t follow me into the shower tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“You are formidable aren’t you?” Derrick almost sounded as if he was laughing and again Anne wished she could see his face. “All right, now that we’ve got my sleeping arrangements for tonight out of the way, let’s check that email and,” he spoke as an afterthought, “I’ll have to ride the train back to the school with you tomorrow to get my things.”

“That won’t be easy,” Anne said, “it gets pretty crowded on the morning commute into the city, I don’t know where I could hide you.”

“Do you own a car?”

“Yes, but I didn’t want to pay extra for a parking permit when I can take TRAX and save my gas money.” Anne slumped, elbows on knees, cupping her chin in her hands to think; knowing she felt too exhausted to do so.

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Derrick said reassuringly. He clicked on her University icon which was bookmarked on a side screen, “Do you have a University email account?”


“How long since you last checked it?”

“Oh, wow, I hadn’t thought of that!”

“Here, type in your PIN.”

Anne wasn’t surprised to find she had mail over two weeks old waiting for her including one labeled, DFILE.PSWD_0.5 from an address titled BERKELY.EDU that Derrick verified as James Kemp’s personal email address and it was dated the day of his death. Seeing that, Anne felt her stomach turn over in dread. He’d been right, her Uncle James had tried to contact her.

“You know what this means.” Derrick told her, “you’re involved in this now, whether you want to be or not.”

“Should I call the police?” Anne’s throat was dry as she weakly looked at Derrick for advice and questioning her own sanity for even asking him.

“I’m the one who’s being accused of murder, not you. Open it and let’s see what it says.”

Anne adjusted her glasses on her nose and read,








“Is ‘LZ’ Leo Zhang?”

“Yes,” Derrick confirmed.

Tears formed in Anne’s eyes, “This was probably the last thing he ever wrote before he died,” she whispered. “You were right; he did try to contact me. He sent me the password so I could help you.”

“My friend, even in death,” Derrick said quietly. “According to the time, he sent this out just before I arrived that morning in the lab, the day James wanted to try out the new changes to the formula, the day he was killed.”

“Oh,” responded Anne.

“Open the attachment.” Derrick instructed.

Anne clicked on the file and quickly realized she needed to open some necessary programs first before she could read whatever the attachment contained that Adobe couldn’t.

‘”This may take a few minutes. In fact this whole attachment is so big I may not have time tonight to really study it. I’m sorry.”

“That’s OK.” Derrick sighed his disappointment obvious, “We can look at it tomorrow. At least I was right in my theory that he would send you part of the file along with his password to the rest of his flash drive.”

Anne quickly clicked cancel and the file stopped downloading onto her computer.

“What about this other email?” she asked, indicating the one that was supposedly from him.

“We’d better wait until tomorrow when I can get my things. I have a software program I can use to do a viral scan on your computer. It’s getting late,” he noted, “I think it would be best if you finished whatever chores you still need to do tonight and I’ll just stay out of your way. You’ll never even know I’m here.”

“Oh, I get it, like you were invisible.” Anne joked, “You seem to have this all figured out, just how long should I plan on you staying here?”

“Dunno. A few days, maybe a month, who knows? You let me stay on your couch tonight; tomorrow we’ll open James’ attachment and get the password. You help me at the lab and recover the rest of the formula. We’ll study it together and hopefully you can recreate it and find a way to reverse it. I get restored back to Derrick Griffin, the one everyone can see, we publish our formula to the scientific world, patent it and make millions. And we do it before Leo Zhang and his men can catch up to us.”

“You make it sound as easy as taking a trip to Disneyland,” Anne couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “This is dangerous, Derrick. How do you even know if I can replicate this formula?”

“You can. Your uncle had faith in you and so do I.”

His words filled Anne with hope, “Thanks,” she said gratefully, acknowledging his compliment and got to her feet to begin picking up her front room, “but I still don’t know how you think I can pull this off. I have responsibilities tomorrow, I have deadlines to meet which doesn’t include a lot of time for me to try and crack the formula of two men who have been studying these subjects a lot longer than me. What if there isn’t any way to reverse this and you have to stay invisible like this forever? There isn’t anyone else we can go to for help is there?”

“No,” a grim Derrick agreed joining her in clearing the table of their dirty dinner dishes, “there isn’t. My becoming invisible was an accident but James and I did consider all possible scenarios and we did plan ahead.” He went on to explain. “When I discovered how ultraviolet radiation acted as the catalyst we needed, James was already way ahead of me. He’d already devised a way to get access to money, clothing and shelter if one of us was to actually become invisible. James Kemp withdrew a significant amount of cash that I deposited, electronically, in a bank account under a pseudo name. There’s enough there to more than compensate you for your time and services. By the looks of this place I’m sure you could use it, am I right?”

“Well,” Anne hesitated, “I have accumulated a lot of student loans.”

“I thought so. And I’ll help you pay them all off. Think of it as a business proposition, Anne. I’m inviting you to pick up where your uncle left off, to be part of one of the greatest experiments in chemistry and physics the world has ever seen. What’s happened to me, it’s unbelievable!”

Anne still couldn’t believe it herself. Slowly she moved until she was standing in front of him. She picked up the flashdrive and began turning it thoughtfully in her hands.

“But, according to all the laws of science you should be dead. Either that or blind, the human retina has to absorb light, yet the rest of your body is repelling it. Your eyeballs should be floating around in the air, or the formula should be blinding you.”

Derrick carried his dirty plate to the sink, “It’s a topical formula only penetrating the outer surface of the epidermis which is all dead tissue anyway.”

Anne tried to remember her anatomy terms, “Stratified squamous cells,” she clarified, “which cover the entire body surface, including the eyeballs.”

“That’s right.” The snow suit walked back to the side of the table nearest the wall to finish gathering the dirty dishes. He faced her from across the table as he spoke, “Technically, the only body part I really need to see with are my pupils.” He must’ve reached for his glass because a flash of something made Anne gasp.

“What?” Derrick started

“Funny you should mention your pupils. Don’t move,” Anne whispered. She leaned closer to him over the table, peering through her glasses staring so hard at him Derrick couldn’t bring himself to name the emotion he was feeling.

“What?” he whispered again.

“You’re standing in front of my kitchen wall, drywall, an entirely white surface, and it makes your pupils stand out.”

“My pupils? You can see them?” A blissful feeling of hope surged through Derrick, it was a miracle.

“I can see that part of you,” she confirmed.

Derrick realized she was looking at him, really LOOKING at him. Derrick hadn’t made eye contact with anyone like this in the last three weeks. He stood as still as if he were in the middle of a crowded room unable to let anyone touch him for fear of discovery. Slowly she brought her hand up, never taking her eyes off the two black specks which stood out from the entirely white surface behind his invisible head. She could hear him breathing heavily as the palm of his hand gently caressed hers then pressed harder. A drop suddenly appeared in the air. Almost without thinking she brought her other hand up to wipe the tear away. The hardness of an invisible cheekbone caught her off guard, as did the stubble on his face.        She explored the contours of his face as if she were a blind person until the moment became awkward. She let her hand drop but the other continued to press gently, almost tenderly, against his invisible palm. It was like a first kiss only with their hands. Let lips do what hands do the line from Shakespeare echoed in her head and, embarrassed as if he could read her mind, she pulled away.

“Why do you have stubble?” she asked stepping aside so he could take the rest of the dirty plates and glasses to the sink.

“Apparently, I can grow invisible hair. It’s all dead skin you know.”

“But your body sheds its entire epidermal layer once a month.”

“I don’t know everything.” The ski pants walked back to stand by the table again, “I only know that ever since the morning of January 5th my life was, in a way, taken from me and I want it back.”

“And I’ll help you Derrick,” Anne promised. “But I can’t promise you any results. I’m just a graduate student;” she reminded him, “shouldn’t you be telling all this to someone a little higher up the ladder?”

“You saw the email, your uncle knew I’d come to you. The professors at your school are too entangled in university policies to get involved in some top secret project that Dr. Zhang wants to use to take over the world starting with America.”

“You know, I should take you tomorrow to meet Dr. Erickson, maybe he could help us.”

“Maybe,” Derrick was doubtful, “but tomorrow you and I are going to Research Park. I need someone to distract the receptionist at the front desk so I can slip through the key padded entry to the labs in the back. If you think your Dr. Erickson can help us with that he’s certainly welcome to come along.”

“Wait a minute, I can’t just go with you tomorrow and rob a place, I have an early discussion section to teach, a bio-chemistry lab with my students, a conference with Dr. Erickson who still needs to review my research and I’ve got a thesis paper to write.”

“Ok, we won’t be breaking in tomorrow then. What are you doing on Saturday? If you can put me up for the next few days I promise you’ll be compensated for your time.”

“Saturday then,” Anne agreed. “Now I’ve got some papers to grade.”

“I’ll do the dishes.” Derrick offered carrying the last remains of their meal into the kitchen, “On second thought maybe not.” She heard him call out good naturedly.

Anne smiled as she made herself comfortable on her lumpy couch and opened the file where she’d recorded the progress of each of her students as she finished correcting their lab papers. “Ironic isn’t it?” She commented absently looking over her first paper, “This apartment came with satellite TV hookup as part of my monthly rent but my landlord hasn’t gotten around to updating all his units with automatic dishwashers yet.”





Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Derrick’s monologue was interrupted by Anne’s phone. “Vertigo” by U2 was coming from the coffee table in front of them. Anne groaned. “That’s either Mom or Heidi. No one else ever calls me at this time of night.”

Anne sighed as she saw the caller-id showed Mom. Anne’s mother usually called once a week and over the years the conversations had become increasingly tense. The oldest daughter had repeatedly failed, at least by Mrs. Jensen’s standards to, “meet anyone,” nevertheless Anne was comforted by the thought of her mother’s concern for her that prompted these weekly chats.

The very long and boring conversation that followed was troubling to both Derrick and his hostess.

Mrs. Jensen began her phone conversations as she normally did, with a long monologue: “Anne, I just got off the phone with someone from the California bureau of investigation. Apparently my brother was involved in some secret project before he died. I thought it was a car accident, but it turns out he was murdered! The man wanted to know if we’ve had any contact from a Derrick Griffin, that he’s a prime suspect. I told him I’d never heard of the man, probably one of your uncle’s sick, gay, friends. Then he asked if I knew anything about a formula? Oh, and I’m worried about your aunt Cathy,” Mrs. Jensen continued her agitated babbling. “She’s just never been the same mentally after what she went through with her divorce and now her husband’s dead. She’s got to be in shock over this. Your uncle’s “partner” wants to come to the memorial service. I wonder if I should call her?”

“I think you should,” playing the part of grieving sister in law, oozing false sympathy, Anne knew, would give her mother something to focus on. “She probably won’t know anything about this secret project, though. Was Uncle James really murdered? I thought he was the victim of a hate crime.”

“I don’t know, I think the man was lying, you might have to call Cathy about that. My brother had some problems you know. They’ve been divorced for over twenty years now and her kids were too young to understand why James was leaving them for someone else. It was a taboo subject back in those days. I think I will give her a call. The least I can do is warn Cathy about the possibility of con artists after our family’s money. I’m sure that’s what that call was about.”

“Yes, Mom, you do that.” Anne smiled at her mother’s suspicions, as if they were celebrities with a family fortune that needed safeguarding.

Mrs. Jensen continued, “Cathy mentioned to me she’d like to come out from Modesto and visit us next month. Your cousin Jenny’s still at BYU, you know.” Mrs. Jensen’s voice became heavy with implication. “Your Aunt Cathy tells me Jenny’s been getting serious with that boy she’s been seeing. Doesn’t anyone date at the U?”

“I’ll have to drop Jenny a message on Facebook,” Anne said knowing her mother had no idea what she was talking about when it came to the college dating scene.        Satisfied now that the entire mysterious phone call had probably been a mistake, Lisa Jensen changed the subject to a more pleasant topic, “Are you going over to Heidi’s on Saturday?”

“Yeah, she wants me to baby-sit again and I’ll do my laundry while I’m there.”

“Have you talked to her about my suggestion, that you should consider moving in with her and her husband? You know how I worry, you living in that apartment over there all by yourself with no job, no insurance, no income. Then you could spend more time with your new niece and Heidi would certainly appreciate the help.”

“Mom, I have a job. I’m a research assistant for one of my professors. It doesn’t pay much but I can still afford to live here, I don’t have time to pack up and move to Heidi and Andy’s. Besides, I like my space.” Anne’s normally quiet temper bristled at this overly hashed subject, “I’m doing okay. I saved up so I could get my own place, I do some tutoring on the side, you know and I have enough from my student loans to support myself.”

“But you live all by yourself!” Anne’s mom made it sound like a horrible disease, ‘Don’t you get lonely? Don’t you wonder why you haven’t met…”

“Mom,” Anne interrupted curtly, “the reason I haven’t met anyone yet is because there’s nobody to meet.” No matter how many times she repeated this, her mother never believed her.

“Isn’t there anyone at church or school you’ve gotten to know? What about that boy your sister set you up with last month? Has he called you?”

“No, Mom, he hasn’t and I’m glad.”

“What do you mean you’re ‘glad’?” She replied in outrage.

“Because we never found anything to talk about,” Anne explained patiently, “he was thirty years old, still not graduated from college and when he wasn’t working his dead-end job at a call center, all he wanted to talk about was gaming. That was probably one of the worst dates of my life.”

“He was a perfectly nice young man!” Mrs. Jensen argued.

“A perfectly nice young man who still lived with his parents,” Anne argued back.

“If only you hadn’t moved out of that apartment in Cedar City,” bemoaned Mrs. Jensen, “your roommates were always going out and socializing,”

Anne could see where this was going, “Mom,” she warned.

“…while I know you were always shut up in your room reading those books and avoiding everyone.”

“I hardly get time to read for pleasure anymore, Mom, university life up here is much more rigorous and demanding than the one in Cedar City. I’ve even made some friends up here, if you can believe that. I had lunch today with Steve and Marissa and Tia. I get out,” she argued, “I socialize.”

“Does Steve date?”

“He’s living with his girlfriend.”

“Well, your sister seems to be happy with her own home and family,” Anne’s mom said. “What about that boy you met in Cedar, what was his name? John. Do you ever hear from him?”

“Why would he call me, Mom, he’s a married man now.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Mrs. Jensen sounded almost apologetic. Was she hinting on sarcasm? “You went out on one date with him and when he asked you out again you told him you didn’t feel like it and just wanted to stay in and read!”

Anne lowered the mouthpiece so she could exhale an exasperated sigh, as Mrs. Jensen went on, “I just don’t understand you, Anne. Don’t you WANT to meet someone and get married?” Anne’s vision became blurry with sudden emotion, remembering the situation. John had invited Anne to come on what she’d thought was a paired off, group date, hiking in the mountains, until he’d included all of her roommates in their plans and Anne, tired of hanging out in these “group dates” where girls outnumbered the boys, had backed out and let them all go alone, angry that John had turned out to be such a tool, but how could she explain to her mother that group dating in the 21st century was worlds apart from the dating scene in 1974? Nobody paired off anymore.

“Mom, I’m not about to go out and snatch up the first guy I meet just so I can get married, I’m not that desperate,” Anne told her firmly. “Just because I don’t want to rush into marriage and make the same mistakes you did with Dad, is no reason for you to keep getting on my case. I can handle living alone. I’m fine.” She said it again as if the more she repeated it, the easier it would be to believe her own lie. “I’m surviving.”

Anne knew her quip about her mother’s first failed marriage had hit a nerve, “Well, I’m just grateful to have found the good man I married,” Mrs. Jensen said. “Call me if you decide to move in with Heidi, your stepfather and I will be more than happy to come up with the truck and help you.” Her mother’s voice had an unpleasant finality to it signaling the end of the conversation.

“All right, Mom,” Anne whispered, “but,”

“I’m going to call your Aunt Cathy now, let me know if you’re coming with me to the funeral, maybe you’ll meet someone there. Bye-bye.” Mrs. Jensen hung up, offended her daughter still refused to change her scholarly ways and settle down like all the other good Mormon girls.

Anne pressed the button to end the call, “Yeah, love you too, Mom,” she said in defeat.

“Wow, your mom sounds like a real keeper.”

Anne had completely forgotten she wasn’t alone. “She not a bad person, just incapable of empathy that’s all; she’s opinionated and critical and I can’t talk to her about anything.” Recalling something Mrs. Jensen had said during the conversation, Anne asked Derrick, “Why do you think the CBI would be calling my mother?”

“Open the package.”

Anne pulled away the brown paper to reveal a flashdrive and a note. As she booted up her laptop, Anne remembered the comment Professor Erickson had made about her single status just this afternoon in his office, discussing one of the proofs of her thesis about C-4 receptors in the human body.

 “You didn’t spend all last weekend here at the lab did you?” he’d inquired, handing back the paper.

“Yes, I did.” Anne had stood up, all the more anxious to appear eager to get back to work. Dr. Erickson peered over his glasses remarking in an almost fatherly way, “Anne, I wonder sometimes if this is the right field for you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her guard up.

“This project you’ve taken on, to go for your masters. You know, with the degree you already have, you could settle for a high paying job, I know one or two companies right now that would hire you. Then you’d have the opportunity to socialize with other singles your own age. You’re one of my brightest students but you’re also the oldest in the group. I know I’m sounding like an old fogey here, but a woman of your age should be settled down by now.”

Tears burned her eyes as she exited the office. She’d pasted a carefree smile on her face, waved off the stodgy old professor and thanked him for his concern but inside she’d been seething.

Now, her own mother had echoed those same words. Well, it wasn’t her fault every single Mormon guy in Utah came included with a ridiculous fear of commitment; not to mention ambition.

“Did I hear your Mom say something about a stepdad?”

“Yeah,” Anne replied, “Mom’s been happily remarried for years, she’s been rubbing my face in it ever since I moved out of our home in Southern Utah to go to school and drops all kinds of suggestive hints during every visit home,” her voice mimicked Mrs. Jensen’s, “’You need to date more Anne. You need to find yourself a husband of your own so you can be happy like me.’ I swear, she can be such a bitch sometimes.

“And your biological father?”

This was a sensitive issue. Anne made the unconscious decision to move her laptop to the kitchen table where the wi-fi was better by the window, “Oh, he’s been living it up in Seattle for the last twenty years, sleeping with other women and putting off paying his child support. It was grandpa that finally bought us a house and insisted Mom come home before she suffered a nervous breakdown. I’m the oldest. The transition for my younger brothers and sister wasn’t easy for any of us. Mom met Alan Jensen three years later. He’s a good man but he had children of his own from a previous marriage. Mom puts him above everything else in our life, and that, in a nutshell, is my dysfunctional family.”

“So,” she continued as she opened the file, “how did you become invisible? Or don’t tell me,” she smirked, “you have a magic ring, right? Like in Tolkien.”

“That’s very clever, but no,” there was a trace of a smile in his voice now, “this isn’t a fantasy novel. I wish it were that simple. I was a physics student at Berkley where I met your uncle.”

“You knew my Uncle James? No, wait,” the earlier words of Mrs. Jensen suddenly dawned on her, “Mom said the CBI was looking for a man named Derrick Griffin, wanted for murder!”

A groan filled the air, “Oh boy. OK, first of all I better tell you that I most certainly did NOT kill James Kemp. He was one of my favorite professors at Berkley. He was my friend, my physics mentor, just like your Professor Erickson is to you in chemistry. You have to believe me that whoever gave your Mom that information was lying. By the way, I’m sorry it upset you so much, after you learned the truth about his death. You and your Uncle must have been very close.”

“What?” Anne’s brow furrowed in puzzlement before she remembered the few tears she’d shed during her conversation with Mrs. Jensen, “Oh, that. No, mom was just being a jerk over my marital status. Uncle James did send me a few links to articles I was interested in but we never communicated in person. I haven’t seen him since last Christmas. I believe you about not being the murderer,” she added.

“Good. Did you open the file?” His voice moved to stand behind her at the kitchen table where she sat.

“The screen is refreshing. It’s a big file.”

“You’re Mormon aren’t you?”


“But you’re parents are divorced. I always thought Mormons were great advocates of the traditional family.”

“We are, but sometimes things turn sour.”

“Fair enough,” his voice shrugged.

“This is incredible.” Anne’s eyes moved across the screen, contemplating equations she’d never seen before. “A new protein that allows light to reflect off human skin. You actually tried this?”

“And it obviously worked.”

Anne could tell this was big until her stomach reminded her how many hours it had been since she’d last eaten.


She jumped as his voice spoke over her shoulder, “I’m right here.”

“Er, would you like something to eat? I was going to heat up some leftovers in the fridge, I think I have enough for both of us.”

“That would be nice,” footfalls indicated he was moving into the kitchen. “Don’t get up, I’ll get the food.”

Anne was about to demand what exactly had happened regarding this suspicious murder of her uncle but her eyes widened upon seeing her refrigerator door suddenly open by itself. Tupperware containers floated to the counter along with a foil wrapped baked potato. The dish cupboard opened and the silverware drawer provided the invisible man with a fork and knife. An invisible hand slid a covered plate into the small microwave on the counter by the stove.

“Whoa,” she whispered.

There was the hint of a smile in his voice as he quipped, “I’m a regular poltergeist aren’t I?”

Anne couldn’t help but giggle finding the humor in the situation as was her nature. “If I wasn’t seeing this with my own eyes I wouldn’t believe it. How did this happen to you?”

“I told you, there was an accident. I was exposed to Formula D, there was a flash of green light and then I must’ve passed out. When I woke up…I was reborn.” His voice was farther away, “I need something from your room, may I go in?”

“Yes, but…” her voice trailed off as she listened for footfalls. Derrick moved like a cat.

She heard her closet door slide open and, fearing what he might be up to, stood and followed, “You don’t ski by chance, do you?” she heard him call out rhetorically. She entered just in time to see a green cable knit sweater, her favorite yellow dress with the flower printed skirt and a few t-shirts being slipped from their hangers and flung to the floor. The hangers in her closet seemed to move in an invisible wind.

“Hey, stop that!” Anne attempted to rescue her brown cardigan sweater before it joined the others in the growing pile on the carpet. She gasped as her elbow bumped something hard in midair.

“That was my head.”

“I’m sorry, but,”

“I’m sorry too, but I really need something to put on, your apartment’s freezing.”

Anne found an old discarded winter jacket on the other side of the closet and handed it to him.”

“Thanks,” Derrick said as the shapeless item shrugged itself over his invisible form; then she remembered an old pair of insulated ski pants.

“Here, my youngest brother left these here when he came up to snowboard. They should fit.”

Derrick put them on and they returned to the kitchen where he rejoined her at the table.

While they ate, Derrick told his story.

“James and I were working on a theory and formula. After exposure to ultraviolet radiation, this formula would render living tissue completely invisible.” Derrick hesitated asking, “How much do you know of the laws of science, of physics and the theories of refractive light?”

Anne had to finish another mouthful before answering, “Not much. I took physics 101 as a pre-requisite. I was just a lowly freshman back then.” She stared hard at the seemingly empty chair across from her place at the kitchen table, “Your body can bend light?” she guessed.

“Very good.” It might have been a nod,


“It’s all in the formula.”

“Do you know why anyone would call and question my family about a formula?”

“Yes I do,” his voice was growing more excited as he explained, “James and I were part of an elite group with three other colleagues at Berkley, all to participate in a highly secretive experiment in electromagnetic radiation with a combined theory of synthetic proteins.” She followed his voice as he crossed the room, “Your uncle helped develop this formula, they were calling it Formula D, which could make living tissue repel light, rendering them invisible.”

The Salt Lake Tribune Anne had picked up on campus today removed itself from her backpack, levitating across the room, “The same article you read online should be in here,” he told her as the paper landed next to her plate.

“James Kemp was not a victim of a hate crime,” he spoke gently, “whoever wrote this got it all wrong. He was murdered by members of the Chinese communist party.”

“The Chinese?” Anne asked in disbelief.

“That’s how this whole nightmare started, with Dr. Leo’s chemical formula that the reporter thankfully didn’t even know about. It means James’ files at the lab are still safe.”

Anne pulled her laptop closer and opened a new browser to peruse the California newspaper article again, “I saw the blurb in the Trib about the incident but I didn’t think anything of it until my mom called me tonight. I had no idea Uncle James was the man they were referring to who was killed. The Trib said no names have been released yet, except for this Dr. Leo Zhang.” Anne pronounced the “Z” as she knew it in English, “zang”.

“His Chinese name is Zhang Li,” Derrick corrected her pronouncing it “Jong-Lee.” “It’s common for a Chinese person living abroad to take an English name as a new first name, Leo instead of Li in this case, to avoid confusion,” he explained to her.

“This is the man I overheard Professor Erickson talking about today. Wasn’t Leo Zhang up for the Nobel prize in chemistry a few years ago for his work in synthetic proteins?”

“Yes, and before your uncle was murdered, he confided to me in mailing you that flashdrive containing Dr. Zhang’s and your uncle’s theories on light and radiation as well as all the records they’d been keeping about their research. After the chemical formula itself was updated, James saved it on his flash drive encoding it with a password. That’s why I need your help. James mentioned you once. He said you’d understand the chemistry part of this better than I did. Dr. Zhang Li had developed something new, something unheard of.”

As Derrick spoke he came over to her kitchen table. An invisible hand ripped paper from a legal pad and he began to sketch.

“What are you doing?” Anne asked wiping her hands on her napkin.

“This is the chemical structure of formula D.”

The pen appeared to fly by itself over the yellow sheet of paper. A quick mark here, a line there.

Anne watched fascinated, “You’re drawing that from memory?” she asked in disbelief

“Photographic. Comes in handy sometimes, what do you make of this?” he finished by handing her the paper. Anne studied it carefully noting the areas he’d labeled from memory like peptide bonds and hydrocarbon chains. At first glance it looked like any normal quaternary structure, or a protein that was folded many times to form a complex.

“Well it looks some kind of amino acid structure. A chiral molecule maybe.”

“A what?”

“It’s like your left and right hands, both are shaped the same but only fit one way. Just like this structure. Like right here.” She pointed to a certain region, “I think I recognize some crystallized hydrophobes here. Your drawing isn’t very clear.”

“Sorry, I don’t draw well in hurry. Tomorrow maybe we can return to the University campus and recreate the actual protein in your lab. I can’t do it by myself.”

Several minutes of silence passed. Anne studied Derrick’s drawing like a chess player contemplating her next move.

“That’s interesting.” She finally commented.


“You say Dr. Zhang Li discovered this structure?”

“With a little help from your Uncle, yes.”

“I don’t know how Uncle James did this but it’s difficult to crystallize any protein with a hydrophobic region yet they obviously created one that not only repels light, like a hydrophobe repels water, but right here,” she indicated what she assumed was the N-terminus of the structure with her finger, “he managed to attach a molecule of…is that the abbreviation for magnesium fluoride?”

“I don’t remember what those letters stand for. Chemistry was never my best subject.”

“You say you have a copy of this entire structure on another flash drive?”

“Well I don’t have it on me at the moment, but I’m a living, breathing model that this formula really works. Do you think you could reproduce this in a lab?

“I think I could,” she said excitedly. She reached to turn her laptop back toward her chair but Derrick’s invisible hand stopped her.

“Finish your dinner first,” Derrick instructed sliding her half eaten plate back in front of her. Anne resumed eating.

“James figured out that when applied to a living organism, Formula D would successfully deflect light waves, binding with the electrons on the subject’s epidermis, creating invisibility.”

Anne chewed and swallowed taking all this in. “Yes, I see how that could be possible.”

“Last month I received an email from your uncle. The first in over six months. He said they’d made a breakthrough but for him it was turning very dangerous and he wasn’t agreeing with some of Dr. Zhang’s initial plans to bring fame and glory to his native China. It sounded like he needed help so I agreed to meet him at the lab where he shared, rather reluctantly I should add, everything with me. He didn’t want to but I insisted. I was the one who discovered ultraviolet radiation was the key to the initial reaction of the formula.” He added proudly

“So you tried this formula on yourselves?”


“Well, there was the question of Formula D’s effects on the tissue of a living organism. He was breaking a few rules by letting me in on this project but until we knew more, James didn’t want to share any of this with his colleagues, especially Dr. Zhang-Li.”

He was silent for so long she was able to finish chewing a bite of chicken and swallow to finally ask, “What happened?”

“Somebody squealed. We were discovered at the lab by Zhang’s hired men. They killed James and I ended up like this.”

Anne heard footsteps coming up the cement stairs. Outside, two soft female voices conversed. Anne shot out of her chair.

“My visiting teachers! Oh, my gosh I almost forgot!”

Derrick sounded just as incredulous, “What?”

Anne stood frozen as the inevitable knock sounded on the heavy front door. She dashed to her bedroom.


Chapter One


By Michelle Llewellyn


Chapter 1


Derrick Griffin was stark naked.

Learning how to ignore the burning in his feet from the freezing pavement, to close his mind against the stinging snow pelting him from every direction had taken weeks.

She would come soon.

He sneezed just as the door opened. A university student hurried past allowing Derrick a warm breath of respite from the heated building. The pulsating beats from the young man’s iPod meant cover for Derrick. He allowed himself to exhale a quiet sigh.

At last, there she was. Derrick stepped aside as the two young women exited the Henry Eyring chemistry building.

“So I told him, ‘I can’t live your life for you anymore. Make your own choices.’ I really don’t think I can live with him anymore.”

“And what did you say?”

Seeing the white flakes dancing in the air, her friend groaned, “Great, the storm’s here. Come on, Anne, let’s hurry. This weather makes my hair frizz.”

Anne Penninger pulled the collar of her fleece-lined winter coat tighter at her throat and ducked her head against the onslaught following the familiar path that would take them to the closest university light rail station.

“I thought you and Kayden broke it off last weekend.”

Marissa finished stuffing her dark hair inside her parka collar, zipping up before she answered, “Well, he sent me a text yesterday so I gave him a call,” she gave a quick glance over her shoulder before falling back into step with the brisk pace Anne had set for them. “Did you hear something?”

“Just my own breath freezing in my lungs,”

“Anyway, I’m tired of him never doing anything…”

Derrick continued to match their pace all the way to the train station. He’d learned to control his breathing so as not to attract suspicion. When the two students plus one unseen eavesdropper reached the platform, Derrick had learned all he’d ever wanted to know about Marissa’s boyfriend.

“But enough about Kayden and me, you were saying at lunch you might be going out of town tomorrow?”

“My uncle’s funeral. Mom wants me to drive to California with her but, I don’t know,” she hesitated, “I really didn’t know him all that well and I still have so much research to do.”

The light was growing dull and gray as distant crossing lights flashed signaling the approach of a red, white and blue light rail car. Sharing the platform, a man clad in nothing but a flannel shirt and torn jeans was smoking a cigarette. Anne gave him a dirty look and coughed pointedly a few times before continuing her dialogue with Marissa.

When the doors opened, Derrick waited until the last passenger had boarded and the warning beeps signaled the doors were about to close before making his move.

Seeing the doors suddenly crash to a stop in midair, the homeless man did a double take. There was silence. Then the warning beeps sounded again. The man turned, shrugging off whatever it was he thought he’d seen.

Engines whirring, the train began to move. The transient took one final drag before flicking the remainder of his cigarette onto the tracks. The still-burning embers were a gently falling trail of ash like the snowflakes currently gracing the valley of the Great Salt Lake.

Finding an inconspicuous place to stand amidst the crowded car was tricky but Derrick found the empty spaces in the stairwells provided excellent cover-if you didn’t mind the draft. He watched the red knit hat that was Anne’s bob and duck as she pulled her phone out to send a quick message. Marissa, to his utmost relief, had disappeared, her stop having come and gone before he’d even realized. It wouldn’t be long now.  Patience he reminded himself. Soon they would be alone and then he could reveal himself.

God willing she would be able to help him.



Anne Penninger turned the key to her apartment door and let herself in, flipping on the light to illuminate the pitch black room. She got a start, however, as she went to close the heavy door only to find it blocked by an invisible force and a loud grunt,

“Wait! Anne…”

Anne jumped back, an involuntary shriek escaping from her throat, “Who’s there?” Terror jolted through her as something suddenly clamped down on her arm, she could feel the iron grip of the ghost or whatever it was that had her and while the layers of her winter coat were thick, she knew the pressure was not imagined. She squealed again and attempted to pull away, “Let go of me! What are you, what do you want?”

The voice, a man’s voice, she realized, shushed her “It’s alright, Anne, I’m not going to hurt you. Just let me in and I’ll explain…” Anne reacted automatically shoving at the door with all her strength, resisting, but the ghost overpowered her and she cried out again as her shoulder hit the cinder block wall painfully hard. The resisting pressure on the door eased. Anne slammed it shut and leaned against it, panting, as if she’d just run a race. With eyes squeezed shut, Anne began praying aloud,

“Please, dear God…” before being interrupted again.

“Anne, listen to me,”

“Go away! Whatever…Whoever you are…just leave me alone.”

A pair of hands took her by the shoulders and Anne’s voice trailed off weakly. She could feel herself sagging against the door then slumping against a solid form.

“Anne! Come on now, don’t faint on me.”

The ghost, or whoever he was, gave her a gentle shake. Anne’s eyes flew open but the blurry outlines of her familiar, comfortable living room were all she saw: the kitchen on her right, the couch against the paneled wall, her bedroom door ajar. Everything just as she had left it that morning. She blinked and asked stupidly, “Why can’t I see you?”

“Because I’m invisible.”

“That’s impossible.”

“My name is Derrick Griffin. Does the name James Kemp mean anything to you?”

“My uncle, my mother’s brother. Why? Do you know him?” She began to relax, to support her own weight again.

“‘Do I know him?’” he repeated in a weary voice, releasing her. A couch cushion suddenly depressed as he sat down, “I thought I did. Guess he never mentioned me, huh?”

“No,” Anne shook her head and began removing her hat, coat and gloves, “because of his lifestyle he was estranged from the family, Grandpa won’t even speak his name, so I never really had a chance to know him. Last I heard Uncle James had taken a sabbatical.”

“Yes, a sabbatical. So he could work with me on a theory I was developing. We were the two biggest fools at Berkeley thinking we could be the next James Bond tampering with theories, experimenting with espionage. We had no idea what we were about to unleash.”

The indentations deepened as Derrick’s form leaned back. All at once he sneezed, startling Anne from the strange shapes forming on her couch. Without even thinking twice about it, she blessed him.

“Thank you. You have no idea how long I’ve been holding that in today.”

An uneasy thought suddenly occurred to her, “Wait a minute; you said you’ve been following me today. What kind of pervert are you who follows women back to their apartments?” She demanded. “Just how long have you been following me?”

He breathed out a long sigh of exasperation, “I’m not a pervert.”

“Oh, right, and if I were an invisible guy the first thing I’d do is head for the nearest girl’s locker room.” His quiet chuckle was unnerving. Anne shut the closet door and turned to glare at the couch.

“Yes, that was tempting but I had more important things to worry about, like how I was going to survive without clothing or shelter. I was lucky to find a woman on the street that first night in Oakland who took me in and gave me a ride.”

“She believed you?” Anne asked, doubtful.

“She was subject to the visitations of spirits from the beyond,” he explained. Anne could’ve sworn he shrugged as he spoke, “Lucky for me, I was the first truly physical spirit she’d ever encountered. Got quite excited. Didn’t even charge me for her services.”

“Her SERVICES?” She asked in disbelief, “You solicited a prostitute?”

“You sound like my mom,” he chided her, “anyway, it’s not what you think. I needed someone to get my bike out of the impound lot and this woman was my only hope-almost like an answer to a prayer, if I was the praying type. Then I headed straight here on my motorcycle to find you.”

The invisible man drove a motorcycle? Anne tried to picture these adventures as Derrick continued, “When I saw you today in the student union, eating lunch with your friends, well, you can’t imagine my relief. I’ve been searching the campus for you for the last two days.”

“What happened? Mom told me Uncle James died while he was working in his lab at Berkley. The funeral is next week. Are you saying…?”

“Has he sent you anything in the last two days?”

“No, nothing, but that reminds me, I need to get the mail.” Anne returned to her front door and opened it, “You…you will still be here?”

“Yes. I’m not a ghost. Go see if James sent you a package of some sort.” The door closed and Derrick could hear her footfalls on the stairway, crunching on the snow.

“How did you know?” Anne shut the door and tossed a small brown padded manila envelope onto the coffee table along with the rest of the mail.

“Have you seen today’s news feeds?”

Anne pulled out her phone and checked the website. Following Derrick’s instructions she found the page and did a double take at the open article in front of her, “Uncle James,” she whispered, “murdered.” The accompanying headshot image of James Kemp was undeniable. Another photo showed a forensics team investigating the apparent break-in of a building near the University of California, Berkley campus. Apparently they had discovered traces of blood. Could it really be the blood of her estranged Uncle?

“I was there, Anne. I saw the whole thing.”

As the implications of what Derrick must’ve gone through in his current condition began to dawn on her, Anne didn’t even try to keep her astonishment in check. A million questions were flying through her brain.

“Why don’t you sit down?” She heard him pat the cushion next to him while the scratchy orange fabric verified an invisible hand.

“Are you even wearing any clothing?”


“But it’s January, it’s twenty degrees outside, you must be freezing.” She turned back to the closet. “I’ll get you a blanket.”

“Thanks, that would be nice.” He said, matter-of-factly, catching the quilt she threw in what she assumed to be his general direction. Anne stared, fascinated as the multi-colored patches unfolded and settled around the medium-built, slender form of her guest.

“What about frostbite? And that scratchy fabric can’t be very comfortable,” she observed. “Have you even eaten in the last two days? Can you even eat without revealing yourself? How did this happen to you and what does my uncle have to do with it and what about me?”

“Easy, easy,” the quilt shifted as if he were raising a hand to signal her. His smooth voice, like a radio announcer, she noticed, cut short her barrage of sudden questions. “One thing at a time,” he sighed letting his head fall back on the cushions as his voice projected toward the wood paneled ceiling above. “Oh, man, this feels good! I could hardly draw a decent breath since I got to Salt Lake. Just to unwind, to be warm again, to finally meet you and reveal myself to someone. It’s been over a week since I’ve actually talked to anyone,” he added and Anne felt a sudden rush of sympathy.

“How hard this must’ve been for you.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “I never dreamed I’d be condemned to solitary confinement, like a convicted criminal, and at age thirty, no less.”

“I don’t understand. How did this happen to you?”

Derrick chuckled without humor and Anne sensed he was studying her, gauging her reaction to what he was about to reveal. Anne crossed her arms and waited.

“There was a formula,” he admitted, “a chemical formula that James created and I helped modify, capable of bonding to human epidermis and providing some protection from things like weather and extreme heat and cold. Did you know in ancient times the Greeks used to send their soldiers into battle completely naked? Pretty tough warriors wouldn’t you agree?”

“I…I guess.” Anne stuttered trying to comprehend it all.

“So, if the Greeks could do it, James and I determined, we could too. But I lied earlier. I’m not completely without clothing. This might be too much information for you but I’m actually wearing a pair of speedos.” Anne felt her eyes grow wide as saucers.

“And I can see you’re clutching your pearls. I’m sorry,” he waited, courteously giving her a moment to collect herself again.

“And your underwear is invisible too?” she asked in disbelief

“It’s a special fabric. Expensive to make, we were forced to go with the bare minimum,” she could hear the smile in his voice but, weak as his joke was, couldn’t bring herself to smile back.

“Uncle James knew about all this and he never told me,” Anne felt like she was going to faint again. “So why are you here? Why are you even telling me all this?”

His voice was gentle as he urged, “Why don’t you sit down?”

This time Anne obeyed, settling onto the sofa cushion beside him.

“I need to tell you a story,” he began.