(2) Unveiled...

Rufus Biggs nodded, taking a seat across from Jay.
"My father went missing three days ago, after arriving at the location of his most recent expedition. In this case, a remote location in north-eastern Kazakhstan. He was helping progress an excavation of some rather mysterious ruins found less than a month ago."
Rufus pulled an envelope from his pocket.
"He disappeared the same day this letter arrived at my home."
Pulling a slightly wrinkled piece of paper from the envelope, Rufus unfolded and straightened out the type-written letter for Jay to read.

Rufus, my son,
If you have received this letter, then I am already gone.
My expeditions have led me to a place that I feared I could not escape.
For your safety, I cannot divulge my specific whereabouts.
However, there is someone who can lead you in the right direction.
Although, even he does not know this is the case.
Find this man - then you will know what to do.
Make haste, Rufus. My fate rests upon your actions.
Sincerely,
Mason Biggs.

Rufus pulled another small piece of paper from the envelope. Scrawled in hand writing, Jay's full name and address stood out, along with a brief note to first look for him in this coffee shop.

"This explains how you found me, but..." Jay shook his head, "I don't know why he thought I'd be able to track him down. In fact, I've been trying to do just that for a larger part of the last two days with no luck."
Rufus sighed, "Are you sure you don't know anything? Is there anything from his conversation with you that stood out?"
Jay took a deep breath, then a sip of his coffee as the waitress set it down in front of him.
"It all seemed fairly straight forward. He offered me a job as his assistant during the expeditions he would be taking. He said he needed someone to do the things he didn't want to have to worry about. Finances, booking plane tickets, and an allotment of other minor activities. Nothing considerably unusual. Although, he was very specific about what he would pay me."
Rufus raised an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"
"Well," Jay took another sip of coffee, "He said if I started right away he'd pay me a lump sum of about 20 thousand dollars for the first trip, and if I proved to be a decent assistant I'd get around 25 grand per trip. Although I don't remember the exact numbers off hand."
"Sounds plausible," Rufus put the notes back into the envelope, "my father believes in the dollar incentive wholeheartedly. Mostly due to the fact that he has no shortage of money. My great-grandparents left him a small fortune after they died in a tragic train crash, so he's been putting those funds to good use by paying for most of the costs associated with his expeditions. He also helped me start the multi-million dollar airplane construction business I'm currently operating. So as I said, he is very generous."
Rufus paused, then asked, "Speaking of which, did he give you anything?"

Jay thought for a moment. "I know he paid for our coffees, if that counts."
A cold draft permeated the coffee shop. Shivering slightly, Jay put his hands in his jacket pockets. Then he felt it. Cold against the palm of his hand, he pulled out a silver-colored business card.

Rufus's eyes opened wide. "Is that what I think it is?"

Jay eyed the card surprisingly. "I didn't even know I had it."

On the front of it, Mason's name, phone number and address were printed neatly, as in a generic business card fashion. Flipping it over, Jay found a set of hand-written latitude and longitude numbers.
Rufus eyed the card excitedly.
"Bingo."