Dark Matter. Greg Iles

Bauer was on her feet, pacing the control center and shouting into her headset at John Skow. She’d never lost her temper with him before, but without Godin backing her up, Skow was proving maddeningly obstinate.

      “Haven’t you heard a word I said? Can’t you see what’s happening?”

      Skow answered in a condescending voice, “This is what you’ve told me. Dr. Tennant and Dr. Weiss visited the grieving widow and walked her dog. Dr. Weiss kissed Tennant, then she went home in a cab.”

      Geli closed her eyes and tried to suppress her anger. “Tennant pulled into the garage and closed the door before he left the Fielding house. He obviously took something that he didn’t want us to see.”

      “That’s possible,” Skow said. “But as far as you can tell, he’s headed home now. What’s the problem?”

      “We couldn’t hear a damn thing! They plugged the bugs, same as they did at Tennant’s house. And Weiss left her Saab at Tennant’s house, instead of taking the cab there to pick it up. Why would she do that? Tennant might be planning to run or even to go public. Maybe both.”

      “I think you’re projecting your own paranoia onto him.”

      “Ritter heard them talking about MRI side effects.”

      “That’s small potatoes. You couldn’t know that, of course. The Super-MRI unit is Tennant’s pet ethical concern, and it’s got nothing to do with the central issue.”

      “But they talked for ten minutes before that. And Ritter thinks he saw a tape recorder.”

      Skow sighed. “What would you have me do about that?”

      “Take them out.”

      The NSA man caught his breath. “Did I hear you correctly?”

      “You know you did. We have to assume Weiss knows the full details of Trinity and about Tennant’s suspicions regarding Dr. Fielding’s death.”

      “Dr. Weiss is a private citizen who’s broken no law.”

      “If you won’t take them out, then bring them in for interrogation with prejudice.”

      The resulting silence seemed interminable. Then Skow said, “Do you have someone following Dr. Weiss’s cab?”

      Ritter was covering Weiss. “My best man. He could easily stage an accident.”

      Skow’s voice, when it came, was like shaved ice. “Listen to me, Geli. Your man will follow the cab to Dr. Weiss’s residence, then break contact. He will not let her see him. He will not even breathe hard in her direction.”

       “What?”

      “Call off your dog. And your team on Dr. Tennant will follow him to his residence and set up a static surveillance post as per normal procedure.”

      Geli could barely control her voice. “Project security has been breached. If we allow things to proceed, we’ll lose control of the situation, if we haven’t already.”

      “Ms. Bauer, tomorrow the president of the United States could ask to see David Tennant in the Oval Office. Do you understand that? They may already have talked. So you do whatever you have to do to calm down. Take a tranquilizer. Get laid. I detest crudeness, but that’s the bottom line. Now … I’m with my family. Don’t bother me unless Tennant tries to reach the president or he shoots somebody in a public place.”

      “I want to go on record as protesting this decision.”

      “Fine.”

      “I want to talk to Godin.”

      “Impossible. He can’t be reached right now.”

      “Where is he?”

      “In Mountain View, handling a crisis.”

      “He was still in town at lunchtime today.”

      “Peter didn’t buy a G5 to leave it parked in the hangar.”

      Geli could hear Skow’s teenage sons arguing in the background, and the mindless babble of a television. “I’m afraid I can’t accept your assessment of the situation. I can’t ignore my responsibilities because you haven’t got the balls to do what’s necessary to protect Trinity.”

      “Are you out of your mind? I’ve spoken to Peter twice this evening. I know what he wants done and not done. And if you take matters into your own hands … not even your father will be able to protect you.”

      Geli hadn’t liked Skow before, but she hated him now.

      She hung up and stared at her computer screen, which still displayed the list of Fielding’s personal effects. Why the hell would somebody keep a cobra’s fang? She wanted to go to the storage room and check the actual objects against the list, but she was too pissed off to deal with that.

      She had always worked with incomplete information at Trinity. It hadn’t bothered her much. The army was good training for that. You could guard a building for twenty-four hours without knowing whether it contained nuclear bombs or cases of underwear. But now there was too much she didn’t know. The mystery at the heart of Trinity was taking control of everyone and everything around it. Yet there was nothing she could do. She had to talk to Godin, and he was incommunicado.

      Faced with this impasse, she called Ritter Bock and told him to break contact with Weiss. The taciturn young German was needed back at the control center. Skow had ordered her to calm down, and Geli knew only one way to do that. She needed to take some orders rather than give them.

       TEN

      Dreamless sleep evaporated in a rush of pounding blood and the memory of Fielding lying dead in his office. Sunlight knifed through a crack in the curtains. I had survived the night, but still I reached beneath my pillow for my .38. Only then did I slap the top of my clock radio, killing the alarm.

      My phone had not rung during the night, so the president hadn’t tried to reach me. I checked my answering machine in case I had slept through a call, but there were no messages. Trying not to think about the implications of this, I dialed Lu Li Fielding’s house. A machine answered. The taped message still had Andrew’s voice on it, brimming with humor. Hoping Lu Li was a hundred miles from Chapel Hill by now, I hung up and carried my gun into the bathroom, then locked the door behind me.

      I shaved quickly. A surveillance car had been parked nearby when I got home from Fielding’s house last night. It pulled away as I approached. After removing the sensitive items from my trunk, I called Rachel at home to be sure she’d made it. Then I lay awake for two hours, listening for the sounds of a break-in and thinking of Fielding’s pocket watch. It had a dull gold case, worn from rubbing, and a yellowed face with Roman numerals. Not the watch, Lu Li had said. The fob. I’d asked Fielding about the crystal on his watch chain once. He told me a Tibetan monk had given it to him near Lhasa, promising it would ensure an unfailing memory. Fielding belly-laughed when he told me that story, but I hadn’t gotten the joke. Now I did.

      One new computer technology perfected by the Trinity team was holographic memory storage. Rather than storing data in microchips, Trinity engineers stored it as holograms within the molecules of stable crystals. Using lasers to read and write data, they could store enormous amounts of information within the crystal’s symmetrically arranged atoms. The crystals I had seen in the Trinity holography lab were the size of NFL footballs, but I saw no reason that a smaller one could not be used. Like the one on Fielding’s watch chain.

      Somehow, the Englishman had been downloading Trinity data into his crystal watch fob. And because no one outside Trinity’s inner circle of scientists and engineers knew this was even possible, Fielding could walk it in and out of the building every day without anyone suspecting a thing.

      But why would he steal