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Thrice Rescued

... was alone in her room or office, or just catching up if others were around. It wasn't perfect, but Vera was excited to be working on such an important project and the feedback from her bosses was overwhelmingly positive. This was the kind of project that could vault her toward a partnership sooner rather than later.

The whistleblower was an accountant in his early 30s named Richard Wilson. He was the mid-level staffer primarily responsible for the accounting and billing on the cost-plus contract. He had stumbled across payments to a subcontractor he had not recognized. When he had pulled a copy of the contract, he found that the services being invoiced were duplicative of another subcontractor. A methodical man, he'd dug deeper, discovering that the phony contractor was owned by a Cayman Islands corporation. With the help of a friend who was extremely tech savvy, he'd hacked into the computers of the Cayman Island's law firm that had established the Cayman Islands parent corporation and discovered that it was owned by four senior executives of the defense contractor. At that point, he'd engaged an attorney and filed a whistleblower claim against the defense contractor. All hell had broken loose.

Vera spent days with Richard on each trip, following the trail of invoices and payments. He was entitled to a high eight figure or low nine figure payout if the whistleblower claim proved out, which it eventually did. I had no idea at the time, but Richard had developed a ...

... serious interest in Vera. And when Vera recognized that Richard was looking at an enormous award when the investigation was completed, she began to think that he offered a far more secure future than that which we shared.

You can't blow the lid off a claim of that size without creating enemies. Richard created a host of them. Unfortunately for him (and ultimately, for me), some of them decided to deal with their problem by eliminating the source. After the third unsuccessful attempt on his life, the feds finally decided Richard needed to go into witness protection. Richard agreed but set one condition. He wanted Vera to go with him.

Sometimes the husband really is the last to know. I would only discover years later what had been going through Vera's mind when she agreed to accompany Richard into the witness protection program. It wasn't the money, per se, but rather the security that the money offered combined with the oversight and protection of the U.S. Marshal's service. Vera's insecurities from a childhood spent in foster care overcame any qualms she might have about abandoning me.

The day Vera disappeared started out like any other day when she was leaving to continue performing the audit. We'd engaged in wild monkey sex for hours the night before. It was almost as if she were trying to make sure I was taken care of for a long term. Our lovemaking had been even more intense than the usual goodbye sex we'd had prior to earlier trips. We'd been talking about having a ...