Modern Renaissance Man

By PaBurke

Summary: If you have enough money, you can buy just about anything if you have the right broker.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, no money made, no copyright infringement intended.

Spoiler: Any season of Pretender and ditto for NUMB3RS

Word Count: 300

"Well?" Don asked the geeks.

Charlie and the FBI translator looked at each other. Charlie was the one elected to speak. "These are all genuine academic journal articles. We've been able to match each one to a published, certified scientific association. One is for dealing with coma patients, one solved one of the millennium math problems, one for an archeological dig in Arizona, one for the currents of the Pacific Ocean and how it affects everything from retrieving lost ships and sailors to the ecosystem, and one the breeding patterns of roaches."

"Roaches?" Megan echoed. She shivered in disgust.

Charlie ignored her and kept on talking. "In each case, the data is traceable and the equations are sound. But, in each case the author's first name is some transliteration of 'Jarod' and his last name is a transliteration of a pioneer in that field. These were written in three different languages and published in five different countries. I wouldn't have gathered this group even with an equation and a super computer, but your diplomatic crash victim did and I think he was right to do so."

Don crossed his arms. "Charlie, boil it down for me."

"This Jarod is the ultimate Renaissance man. Probably a con man. Larry's going to be disappointed that such genius is hiding and that he isn't teaching."

"Someone didn't like that the diplomat put this together. Why? Could it be this Jarod?" Don asked Megan.

She shook her head slowly. "I don't think so. He published all of these in one year. I don't know how he'd have time for anything else. Everything in Charlie's equations indicates that this was a premeditated murder. I think this Jarod is hiding from someone who wants to keep him a secret."

"But who?"

No one could answer him.

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