Gavin Grant is a security consultant.
Well, sort of. Industrial security, to be more specific. Private Investigator, again of sorts, might also be a fair description.
Grant is not really the person you would call upon to help set up a security system. He is the man you ring up when someone has bypassed any security and stolen a company's secrets. Note here that it is a company, not a country. Unlike most of the cloak-and-dagger folks in this compendium, Grant is not out to catch foreign agents trying to steal rocket plans or such; Grant would be the chap you asked to learn who snitched the latest water-cooler scuttlebutt to a rival firm.
Mind you, while stealing state secrets can get people killed, doing the same with a set up schematics for a new light bulb might seems a whole lot less thrilling but with potentially millions of dollars or pounds or francs (this is all way before the Euro) at risk, well, people have killed for considerably less.
Industrial espionage - or more accurately in the case of Grant, counter-espionage - is apparently a pretty big business, so much so that Grant makes a very good living at it. And while it does not sound especially exciting, I would not want to have to deal with the kinds of people that Grant goes up against because some of them can get quite physical. With his reputation pretty high from a good number of successes, Grant is known as the one to call for such sensitive matters and he is apt to be asked to fly to many different parts of the world to do his job.
Grant is a fairly handsome, rugged looking man, dark brown hair, 35-ish years old. He is glib and friendly and able to charm without seeming to. Toss in that he is a very good listener and has a keen eye for details and you have a very good investigator that people confide in.
Grant is helped considerably in his work by his friend and assistant Val Spencer, an extremely attractive dark-haired woman nearing 25 years old. Spencer is a highly trained linguist with considerable skills in translations.