(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/91/Chicago_River_from_Lake_Street_bridge.jpg)<br/><br/>Late in the evening, John Taylor’s cell phone rings once, but before he can pick it up, it goes straight to voicemail. When he checks his messages, a gravely voice greats him on the other side.<br/><br/>“Hello Dr. Taylor, this is Jack McCoy of the Chicago PD. My partner and I hoped that we may be able to consult you on a case in which we have hit a dead end. Unfortunately, we fear there may be ties to organized crime, so we wish to avoid unwanted attention. There is a Chinese Take-Out on Archer Avenue. The owners owe us a favour. If you say you are there to pick up sea cucumbers, they’ll bring you to us. Your help in this matter, as well as you confidentiality, is greatly appreciated.”<br/><br/>The dead space in the air hangs for a minute as John decides what to do.