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Reformulation

        just  let  me  do  the  talking,  okay?  This  is  going  to  be  unfamiliar
        territory for me, as well.”
           “Whatever you say. If I had something more pleasant to do than
        either being here or going back to the office and facing the music I’d
        be doing it.”
           One of the bowlers wiped his hands on a towel and casually joined
        the onlookers, throwing himself into the plastic bucket seat next to
        Phil.  His  saurian  gaze  flicked  over  the  older  men,  shrewd  and
        suspicious.
           “I’m the reformulator.”
           Phil  and  Cary  automatically  reached  for  their  business  cards,
        alarming  the  bowler.  Phil  checked  himself,  put  his  hand  on  Cary’s
        arm and smiled his investor-wooing smile.
           “Sorry. No documents—I remember now. We’re not cops: I made
        the appointment. I’m Philip T. Luker and this is Cary Cashion. We
        need your help, sir. You know who sent us.”
           “The envelope.” No hand-shaking, either.
           Phil moved his hand more cautiously into his jacket and retrieved a
        plain  white  letter-size  envelope.  He  handed  it  to the  other  man  as
        Cary’s  eyebrows  arched.  The  reformulator  took  it,  opened  it  and
        counted  the  sheaf  of  hundred-dollar  bills.  Satisfied,  he  stuffed  the
        envelope inside his shirt, leaned back and stared at the 7-10 split his
        friend had just rolled.
           “What’s the problem?”
           “Cary  here  is  an  organic  chemist.  I’m  in  marketing.  We  both
        worked  at  a  company—the  name  doesn’t  matter—where  he
        discovered  something  he  didn’t  have  to  share  with  our  employer,
        mainly because they went broke soon after and neither of us left with
        much more than a lightweight severance package. We decided to go
        into business together to develop a product based on his discovery. I
        won’t go into it—obviously it is proprietary, and we have a patent
        pending—but  suffice  it  to  say  we  can  tweak  a  few  molecules  in  a
        compound based on ethyl mercaptan which renders it non-flammable
        and  odorless  but  exhibits  a  very  interesting  property:  it  instantly
        changes  color  in  the  presence  of  a  variety  of  chemicals,  running
        virtually through the entire visible spectrum depending on what it is
        exposed  to.  And  many  of  those  substances  are  illegal  drugs:  our
        reagent gives a clear signal of their presence in the urine. Thus we

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