Dr. Mitchel: The Letter

At just a few minutes before 1000, Marsh's desk phone interrupted a conversation he was having with Trish about the progress of the contractors that she and Marsh had hired to build the new employee gym and fitness center.

Marsh saw that the call on his private line was from the security office down at the loading dock entrance. He pushed the speaker button and answered:

"This is Marsh, What can I do for you this morning?"

"Marsh, this is Tim at the back door. I have a private courier here with a large envelope addressed to Patricia Jackson."

Trish took a deep gasp and her face immediately took on a frightened look.

"I've checked the employee list sir, and we don't have a Patricia Jackson in this building. What would you like me to do, sir? He says he can only release the envelope to this Patricia lady, and he says he is sure she is here."

"I'll be right there, Tim. Tell him to wait for me."

Marsh ended the call and stood up. "Trish you need to come to Jimmy's office with me, right NOW!"

Marsh walked around his desk and took Trish's hand. He led her through the side door into Becca's office and told Becca to drop whatever she was doing and come with him. He went through the side door of Becca's office directly into Jimmy's office where he let go of Trish's hand and pulled her into a hug.

"Becca," Marsh directed. "Please close the door to the reception area."

Jimmy was on his feet immediately. "What's wrong son?" Jimmy asked as he came around the desk.

"Dad," Marsh responded. "I would like you and Becca to stay here with Trish while Wolf and I go to the receiving dock. There's a suspicious envelope, with a private courier attached, which is addressed to Patricia Jackson. Nobody that knows her in the here and now would know who that is. Wolf will make sure the envelope is safe. I'll be back as soon as I find out what's going on."

Jimmy and Becca both walked over to Trish and wrapped her in a hug.

"You be careful Marsh!" Becca ordered.

Marsh went back into his office and called Wolf to follow him as he went to his private elevator.

The trip to the basement was a quick one. Marsh and Wolf walked into the security office briskly.

"Who are you, and what do you want with Patricia Jackson?" Marsh asked the young man that held the envelope.

Marsh had given Wolf a hand signal, and the big K-9 was making a pass around the courier smelling everything from the man's shoes to his pants and then the bottom of his shirt. The envelope was included in his exam.

Marsh watched as Wolf did his search and noted the dog's alerts at the man's left ankle and at his waist at the right side of his back.

"Tim," Marsh instructed. "Remove the firearms from the man's right waist band and his left ankle."

The courier had a shocked look on his face. "H...how did you know?" he asked. He had not heard Wolf make a sound. Neither had anyone else, for that matter. Marsh and Wolf had their own silent communications.

Tim removed a Glock G26, 9mm from the courier's waist band, and a small S