It Was Here that the Game Attracted the Attention of Interpol

Was Golem still in possession of enough of his mind to even make such judgment? Wicket couldn’t know for sure. He had read enough on the Window home computer to know that Golem had some underlying theme guiding his plot. But these thoughts were mixed with incoherent ramblings of a madman. Had the nature of his plot brought him to the edge? Had it been more than one mind can be responsible for? Had his reaction to events in his life led him to insanity? Wicket couldn’t know for sure.
It was here that the game attracted the attention of Interpol; a man once related to Window dead in Thailand. Someone they wanted to talk to away from Window and most likely in Thailand. It was here that the game ceased to be between Golem and the world and temporarily between Golem and Wicket and became a more serious matter about saving the world from Golem.
What Interpol wanted to know was why a software company was purchasing so many cyanide-containing compounds in the first place. What started as an investigation into Window’s involvement in some missing Iguana Bank funds had escalated into a full-scale investigation of Window and Golem. They interviewed a lot of Window’s people and were convinced that no one knew of any wrongdoing at Window. The employees thought of Golem as being eccentric but not as being much of anything else. They rarely saw Golem these days in any event if they ever had and he wasn’t on their minds. Writing anti-virus software that they figured would lose money was what occupied most of their days. In fact, the only thing different this year than last was that they had been busy assembling video TV tuner capture cards. They told Interpol that they didn’t really know what they were for. They had not been advised of how they fit into Window strategy and didn’t know if they really did. For all they knew they were just some sort of side contract that Golem had been working on.
Only a few people were aware of the special compounds being sprayed on the circuit boards of the video TV tuner capture cards. The key one who had gotten suspicious was dead and the others didn’t think putting a compound on a circuit board was a matter of interest to Interpol. All Interpol knew was that there were a lot of cyanide containers that laid empty on Window property. No one seemed to know what the contents were used for. They had simply been told that a substance was being produced at the corporation and that its production had been contracted to Window by Intel. And indeed, Window was supplying cyanide containing industrial compound to Intel. The thought of an involvement with Intel excited some of the employees who had long since given up any hope of making any exciting money from their stock options that Golem so generously handed out at the end of each year. The problem was that at the end of each year the value of Window’s stock more closely approached the dollar level. They had been in danger now for some time of losing their NASDAQ registration and most of them foresaw that in the near future Window would become a penny stock destined for the pink slips.

Window had had its cyclic tides. The flood tide had made its advance up the beach and become high tide. There had then been a slack tide as the water rested at its peak height briefly before turning and starting its retreat. For quite some time the Window tide had been ebbing. This ebb tide seemed to last for a year and then the water reached its low tide; only this time there would be no turning back. Golem had tempted fate and fate was out to get him.