CARL was all smiles as he walked across his property to check on his wife where she did her analysis.
It was about noon on this cloudy Thursday...
And it had been about two weeks since June collected the test sample from the bicycle at Cannon. And had begun working on it.
Yet again she couldn’t work in a walled laboratory – or any conventional construct of it. For she still felt traumatized by the regular sense of laboratory work.
So Carl had put up a big tent for her in the backside of his large property.
He’d got an air purifier and ventilator equipped in the work center. Made them ready for use, in case she ran out of fresh air.
He knew she wasn’t fully well when he thought to provide all those. But now it was a different story.
June had been working every other day through those few weeks. And she didn’t break down, or even need to use some first aid.
She’d been covering a lot of ground with each work she did every day. So much her husband Carl couldn’t help blowing the horn...
As June was his triumph now. Not forensics.
He strode down the yard to see her, as he kept muttering:
“My June is back! She’s back for real!”
Yes, June Martinez was getting better and better. And brighter every day, in fact.
She didn’t know that fortune could smile on her so much. She just leapt, damning the consequences.
She jumped when the grounds were unsure.
Yes, the scientist felt lucky. But this was more than mere luck.
She felt fortunate. And she was the most fortunate.
For a God who loved her kept her, even when the ground could fail.
A God called “Love,” who would do everything to win her heart.
So this day, His benevolence smiled on the young couple and showed them prospects...
For June finished her processes, and got a clear odor.
Carl came in front of the place just in time. He peeped inside to see June smiling wide.
The elated scientist turned to see her man at the door.
“It worked, honey! I got the odor. I got it, honey! Look, I got it!”
She was clearly all smiles.
A small wind blew at the time, so Carl couldn’t pick his wife’s words.
But he was pretty sure she was telling good news. So he cried his response:
“You’re done for today? Can I come in?”
“Oh come in, honey – you’re just on time!” she beckoned, beaming with joy.
Carl went in and was delighted to hear the news. As June showed him the work and explained her next steps.
By evening, Carl had thought to share the news with Pedro and do a little boasting.
He recalled how this lawyer friend of his saddled him, the client, with the task of getting their forensics done.
He recalled how he’d cajoled him to do his work by using June’s betterment.
Yes, he’d done the work now, he reasoned. And June had got a lot better.
But he really wanted to boast and taunt this man who’d got his wife doing his work.
So, while Lawyer Pedro was getting excited about the forensic results, and about June’s better health, Carl threw out a question that only him could answer.
“Peter, have you thought about how we can go on with the next step?
“I mean: How can we get the bicycle owner with his body smell with us?
“We can’t go sniffing people around, after all!”
Peter Pedro thought he knew.
“Of course, we use a trained dog! I’ll get one for you—
“It sniffs that stuff once, it fishes out our target! Then we move on!
“Tell me when we’re ready!”
Carl chuckled. “Peter, Cannon is a university! Did you ever see a dog roam around campus like any street in town?
“You schooled at Cannon, so did you see people take dogs around the campus?”
Peter got the point. “Oh that’s right. Nobody does that, really!
“After all, it’s university campus – not some downtown street!”
Then he asked, “So, man, what do we do now?”
Carl snapped back his answer.
“That’s the lawyer’s burden, my friend! You will have to find us a way.
“Think hard about it. Ask your colleagues at Pendulum if need be.
“I’m sure you’ll definitely find a way, Peter!”
Before Pedro could say a thing back, Carl dropped the call.
And then he smiled to himself. For June had told him the plan.
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