We All Still Love You Harry 

                                             Ed Sharp grooves Bill in 

     "I'm going to have to cover a lot of ground very quickly William. We simply haven't enough 

time to waltz around what's been going on or why we believe it's as we think it is." Ed Sharp 

had a slightly reddened complexion, almost like he'd just returned from a few days fishing. He 

took a  couple of quick breaths and got  right back into the 'machine gun' rat a tat he started  

with.

   "Harry Adelman has apparently make good on his thesis and work about holographic 

living transport. Either that, or he's doing a great job at pretending he did. If he was off on  

some desert island, playing around, who would care? But, when people start to disappear - 

not just  any people - but when beautiful movie stars and four of the  highest dollar models in 

this  world just zip out without a hint or a word, it makes you wonder. Then, look at these 

others -  million dollar sports  cars with attaché cases full of money - nearly completed 

mansions from  southern California - gone - no trace - where? - how? - tankers full of 

gasoline. Bill started to laugh. "It's definitely  Harry". "He always talked about it - I remember 

when we were roommates at school. He'd shoot  this stuff by me and I'd laugh and laugh, and 

he would too. Leave him alone, he'll cool off. He  would never hurt anybody, I know him. He 

wouldn't."  

    Ed Sharp wasn't laughing though, he wasn't even smiling. He'd been with the FBI since

 Vietnam, chasing draft dodgers and peaceniks - not just anybody - bomb throwers -  fire

 starters. Nasty people. He saw Harry as an anarchist, someone who wanted to bring down 

the  whole system. Injured feelings or serious losses or simply just actually crazy, he saw 

people  like Harry as serious threats to our society that had to be reined in and tamed like 

you  would a wild animal. 

      "Bill, I know it seems funny to you, and it is, but it can also get out of hand. He's kidnapped

 these girls. Who knows what he's done with them. We need you to go in - you're his friend. 

I'm  sure he trusts you. Just put it to him how it affects us and assure him that it's OK - we

 understand - he'll get credit for his discoveries and inventions - no harm done - assuming no

 harm has been done. Return the girls - and whatever else and he'll be the national hero that

 he should be. That's more or less what we need and want from you." He took a few more 

breaths.  "No, I won't do it". 

     Bill was really upset at being asked to betray his friend. "How would you  feel if someone 

grabbed your girlfriend, daughter, sister, for fun?" Ed looked right at him. "Not  so good," Bill 

answered. "He'll straighten it out - he would never hurt anyone". Bill repeated. 

    "We're going to set him up with another model - send her in with a note to get back to us -

 and we'll take it from there - I'll be in touch." 

     He left as abruptly as he'd left himself in to the apartment. Bill didn't like him. "He'd already 

worked out all the details, without knowing Harry or himself or Evelyn or anything at all about 

the work they'd put into this,  a  lifetime of dreams and little pilots, deep into the night study, 

and for what? He understood exactly why Harry walked out of his presentation and how he'd 

felt about their snide cracks. And now this cop comes crashing through his door with his plans 

to trap his best friend, right or wrong, 'the FBI gets their man'. 'It's gonna happen see'."

     Bill resented Ed Sharp's attitude and his disrespect for Harry. Harry stood to be one of the 

greatest scientists that ever lived. One who'd already built a system that worked, that would 

revolutionize transportation on our world almost beyond belief, and being treated like a 

common criminal for it. All these things flashed through his mind and he decided that if 

anyone had his help here, it would be Harry..