Live to See Tomorrow

by Iris Johansen

  “I told you facts and reasonable surmises. I only held back a few wild guesses.”

  “Which can sometimes be the most valuable of all. Go ahead, hold them back. I’ll work around them.”

  He gave her a pleased smile. “Indeed? I will enjoy watching you.”

  “Bastard.” She settled down in her seat. “Go away. I’m going to take a two-hour nap and clear my mind before I get to work on the computer.”

  * * *

  Cameron?

  She woke two hours later with the thought of him in her mind like a persistent pop song.

  No answer.

  Of course not. And there was nothing to worry about. It was just Cameron doing his own thing and ignoring everyone else.

  And it was time for her to do her own thing.

  She straightened in her seat and reached for her bottle of water. She took a drink and then set it aside and took the computer out of the case and flipped it open.

  First, verify what Hu Chang had told her about Cameron’s identity being erased. She accessed Langley’s database.

  Thirty minutes later, she exited the Interpol database. She had also scanned NSA, FBI, and Scotland Yard. It was probably a waste of time to go any further when she was getting the same answer. She sat back and let the information sink home. The sheer power that it would take to make a man invisible on so many fronts was astonishing. They must have believed that Cameron was totally unique to even make the effort.

  And who were “they”?

  The committee, whoever they were.

  Skip that one. She didn’t have enough information to even make guesses.

  What she did know was that Erin had made contact with Cameron sometime after she had come to Tibet. He had “sort of” given her that lotus necklace, and it had attracted the attention of Kadmus. When had Cameron given her the necklace? She apparently always wore it.…

  She started to access stories about Erin in the computer. There were a couple photos of her before the earthquake. No sign of the necklace. The day she had received the Pulitzer she’d worn a simple, round-necked dress. No necklace. The next story was a feature about Erin working with the orphans of Yorshoi.

  Around her neck was the lotus necklace.

  What date?

  Six months after she had been given the Pulitzer.

  So it was only a fairly recent gift from Cameron.

  And during that time Erin had just been doing her job, nothing that was unusual. No contact with Kadmus or his men. She had just been writing stories about the Tibetan people and their problems.

  But Beijing didn’t like stories written about those problems. It was very bad public relations.

  But Venable hadn’t thought there was any direct link with Beijing to Erin’s kidnapping.

  Forget Beijing. Back to the necklace.

  She closed her eyes and mentally went over the details of the necklace.

  Time to Google it and see if anything it brought up struck a spark.

  She typed: Eight-sided lotus.

  Good Lord.

  The search results appeared to stretch into infinity. Everything from water plants to mythology and ancient history.

  This was not going to be easy.

  She sighed and clicked on the first link.

  How to grow the eight-sided lotus.

  * * *

  “The transfer was made?” Cameron asked. “You saw the plane take off, Tashdon?”

  “Yes, as you instructed. Everything went well.” He paused. “Well, almost. I only meant to stun Catherine Ling and get her away from the door. But she was unconscious for a few minutes.” He added hurriedly, “But she was fine when she woke.”

  “Not good. That’s not what I wanted.”

  “I know. She was angry, but there was a distraction, and I think that may have made her less upset with me … and you.”

  “What distraction? Never mind.” He was too impatient to wait for an answer that would be defensive. He quickly scanned Tashdon’s memory. “The boy?” He started to laugh. “I’d be angry with you, but you appear to have had a hard enough time.”

  “He was a kid. I wasn’t expecting—”

  “That’s when you have to be most on guard. When you don’t think you have to be. You did well enough, considering the circumstances. I wouldn’t say the same if you’d really hurt her.” He changed the subject. “Leave the helicopter at the heliport and get out of Hong Kong. Lose yourself until I tell you it’s safe.”

  “Yes, sir. I’m on my way.”

  Cameron was still smiling as he closed the connection.

  The boy …

  It was no more than he had anticipated after he had read Luke. He was unusual and on his way to being extraordinary. In the years to come Catherine would have to deal with a boy in her own image. It would be interesting to watch.

  She was interesting to watch. Not only that body, which was a constant temptation, but the way she moved, the quickness of her mind.

  Even now, she was probably trying to solve the puzzle, go forward instead of sitting still on that long flight to San Francisco.

  And she would eventually solve the puzzle. What would he do then? He knew what the committee would say. She wasn’t one of the accepted. She hadn’t been sanctioned. She was therefore unsafe. There was only one thing to do with anyone in that category.

  Kill Catherine Ling?

  No!

  He violently rejected the thought immediately. There were other alternatives and he would find them. He did not have to—

  His phone rang and he smiled as he looked at the ID. Hal Beecham was the only committee member who had never been comfortable enough with mental telepathy to give up his beloved electronic communication. It didn’t really bother Cameron. He liked Beecham, and that fault made him all the more human. “Erin Sullivan is on her way to San Francisco,” he said when he picked up the call. “The problem is partially solved.”

  “Kadmus has your photo,” Beecham said.

  “I know. Brasden got it. I’ll take care of it.”

  “Brasden has started showing it in the villages in Yorshoi region. Will he get your name there?”

  “Probably. The villagers are simple people. I said I’ll take care of it, Beecham.”

  “Will we have to do an erasure?”

  “A minor one, perhaps. I’ll let you know.”

  “Kadmus is getting too close to you. The committee is becoming troubled.”

  “There are two solutions to that problem. Let me get rid of Kadmus.” He paused. “Or get rid of me.”

  “Cameron.”

  “It’s very logical.”

  “I told you that long term, Kadmus is of value to us.” He added, “And there’s no way the committee would ever let you go. You’re one of us. Sometimes, I think you’re the best of us.”

  “Then listen to me. I can’t pussyfoot around to keep from killing Kadmus. Now the CIA is involved, and they could take him out in a way that would not be as private as I’d like. Go back and tell them that they have to rethink advance strategy.”

  “I’ll do what I can.” He was silent. “It’s the first time you’ve ever allowed a photo be taken of you, Cameron.”

  “Yes.”

  “What happened?”

  “Kadmus would call it a mistake.”

  “Was it?”

  “No, it was a choice. I needed to get that helicopter safely away. It was important to me.”

  “Are you too involved?”

  “Yes, but I’ll make it right. Anything else, Beecham?”

  “No, I just wanted you to know that a photo was taken.” He added, “And to ask if we could help in any way.”

  “I’ll let you know. Thanks.” He hung up.

  It was only a matter of days, perhaps hours, before Brasden would have his name. Not that it would do him much good. The erasure of his identity had been too complete and a name would be of little value. But it would give Kadmus a sense of power and confidence, and that would furnish th
e impetus for him to go forward more quickly.

  Adjust.

  Go first to Yorshoi and make sure that Brasden wasn’t doing damage to those villagers. After that, he should go into hiding for a time. Let Ling and the CIA handle Erin for a while. That would be the safe, approved thing to do.

  Would he do it?

  Hell, no.

  * * *

  This damn Google search was not only painstaking, it was frustrating.

  Catherine rubbed her blurry eyes and closed them for a moment. The frustrating part was the fact that Erin was sitting three rows ahead of her and could answer all the questions for which she was searching if she only would. Catherine had spent over two hours on the lotus search, and she hadn’t seen anything that was in the least helpful.

  Lightning had not struck.

  She opened her eyes. Get back to it. Find a clue. Find a path. Find something that she could bring to Erin and throw at her and see her reaction.

  She flipped to the new page.

  It was halfway down on the third page.

  She had almost skipped over it.

  She couldn’t breathe as she clicked on the link.

  Her gaze raked the page while she frantically made notes.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

  * * *

  Two hours later Catherine pushed away the computer and reached for the phone. She noticed her hand was shaking. Calm down, the excitement was too extreme. She couldn’t be sure that she was coming anywhere close to the truth.

  The idea could be completely bizarre. No, it was completely bizarre. But that didn’t mean that it couldn’t have some basis in truth. If the necklace was the key, then this was one answer.

  Lightning had struck, and she had to follow it to ground zero.

  But first, she had to try to connect the dots. She quickly dialed Venable. “Erin’s safe. We’re on our way to San Francisco,” she said when he picked up. “But Kadmus isn’t out of the picture. We’re still going to have trouble with him.”

  “As long as Erin Sullivan is safe and back in the U.S., our job is officially over. Good job, Catherine.”

  “I told you, it’s not over. I’m not going to have Kadmus pick her up and haul her back to Tibet for more fun and games. We have to take him out.”

  “Give me her location, and I’ll have someone keep an eye on her.”

  “That’s not good enough. Kadmus is motivated, and he’ll never stop. He has a damn bloody army at his disposal. The only way I can stop him is to find out what’s driving him and stage a trap or ambush.”

  He was silent. “I don’t want this to drag on and on, Catherine. When Sullivan gets off that plane, she’s no longer our problem.”

  “She’s my problem.” She drew a deep breath. “But I’ll try to wrap it up as soon as I can. But I need some information from you, and I need it quick. You said that Kadmus was pretty wealthy and had several legitimate business enterprises in Tibet as well as all the loot he made from criminal activities.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Will you e-mail me the list of those legit investments right away?”

  “I could do that.” He added curiously, “Why?”

  “I’m not sure. It may be nothing, or it may be an answer. How quick can you get it to me?”

  “Thirty minutes.”

  “Good. Do it.” That sounded too curt and she didn’t want him to drag his feet because he was annoyed with her. Besides, he was doing this against his will. “Thanks, Venable.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said dryly. He hung up.

  She leaned back in her seat.

  Thirty minutes.

  It was going to be a long thirty minutes.

  “Your eyes are brilliant, your cheeks are flushed.” Hu Chang was coming down the aisle toward her. “I believe I’m perceiving signs of success.” He stopped and looked down at her. “I thought it might be so. It was interesting watching you work these last hours. Would you like to share it with me?”

  “No. You weren’t overly cooperative about sharing everything with me. You made me dive in and work all the details out for myself. I may feel generous after I finish putting everything together.” She made a face at him. “Or I may not.”

  “I hope you will,” he said. “And you might consider why I was not eager for you to learn too much. I knew I probably could not keep you from tearing away all the veils, but there was the slightest chance…”

  “You were protecting Cameron.”

  “No, I was protecting you,” he said soberly. The next instant, he had turned and was walking back up the aisle to his seat.

  She stared after him. The excitement of the previous moment was gone, quenched by Hu Chang’s uncharacteristic gravity. There was no question of his sincerity and she felt a sudden chill.

  She moved her shoulders to shake it off. Was he protecting her from Cameron? The path she was following might very well lead to a confrontation with him.

  She couldn’t worry about it now. She wasn’t going to stop until she’d solved all the puzzles and answered all the questions. Then she’d deal with Cameron and Kadmus and anyone else who would prove a threat to Erin.

  She just wished Venable would hurry with that information so that she could begin.

  Her e-mail alert tinged softly forty minutes later. She hurriedly accessed Venable’s message. Not really a message. Just a fairly long list of companies in which Kadmus had an interest. She went over the list of names quickly. She didn’t recognize most of them. They were Chinese and Indian, no English or American. She wasn’t even sure that she’d find the connection for which she was looking. Kadmus was boldly arrogant but he still might have decided to go undercover with this particular investment. She started checking addresses for each company.

  She stopped at the fourth company from the bottom.

  Yunnan Province. She had run across that location in the last Google lotus research she’d gone through.

  She quickly typed in the name of the Chinese company in Yunnan Province.

  She inhaled sharply. Her heart leaped to her throat.

  Bingo.

  * * *

  “His name is Cameron,” Brasden said as he got off the helicopter and strode over to Kadmus. “I couldn’t get a first name. Hell, maybe that is his first name. But I don’t think so. Those villagers said that name Cameron as if it stood alone, as if he stood alone. They were friendly at first and then closed up the more I questioned them. No one seemed to know anything much about him. Some people thought he was a journalist, others thought he might be a spy from Beijing. Most of them only knew he was just a Westerner who moved in and out of the villages throughout Tibet.”

  “Did he hire guides?”

  Brasden shook his head. “No guides. He visited several monasteries, but I thought you wouldn’t want the monks disturbed until you were ready to move on them. It tends to cause a lot of outrage among the people when the monks are targeted. I left a few men to watch the monasteries and see if anyone of his description showed up at any of them.”

  “No, I’m not ready yet to go after them.” He’d had his own experience with those damn religious fanatics when he’d kicked them out of Daksha. They’d clung to the villagers and caused him nothing but trouble. He’d rather go after Cameron at a place easier for him to control. “Keep on searching. You have a name. That should help.”

  “I also have the name of the pilot who delivered them to Hong Kong. George Tashdon. They transferred to another flight at a private airport outside the city.”

  “Going where?”

  “I’m still working on it.” He held up his hand. “I know the name of that pilot, too. Jack Sen. Be patient. I’ll have it all for you within a few days.” He paused. “Don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

  Kadmus’s gaze narrowed on Brasden. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Just a small cut of the pie that you’re trying to devour all by yourself. Who is Cameron to you? Tell me, and I’ll serve him up to
you with all the fixings.”

  Who was Cameron to him? He was the answer. The guide to everything he’d always wanted to be. If he had Cameron, he could force him to make all the dreams of power come true.

  “I’ll consider it.” Kadmus moved toward his jeep. “Find out where Jack Sen is taking them. Cameron won’t risk leaving them on their own. Follow Erin and Ling, and we have a chance of finding Cameron.”

  I have your name, Cameron. I know what you look like. I know you have a weakness for Erin Sullivan.

  I’ve got you in my sights, Cameron.

  CHAPTER

  11

  “How are you doing?” Catherine sat down in the seat next to Erin. “Whenever I looked up from working, you were always snoozing.” She set her computer on the table between the seats. “Best thing for you, of course.”

  “I’m doing fine,” Erin said quietly. “These long flights can be exhausting, but I’ve always been able to sleep on them. From the time I became a journalist, I’ve always considered that a blessing.” She paused. “But evidently you didn’t choose to sleep on this one.” She glanced down at Catherine’s computer. “The one or two times I looked back at you, I saw you pounding those computer keys.” Her gaze rose to Catherine’s face. “And now you’re here and smiling at me and about to pounce. Just what were you doing back there?”

  “I was doing searches on the little information that I’ve been given and trying to make educated guesses.” She added, “And ‘pounce’ is a word you use about an enemy. I’m not your enemy. I’ll never be your enemy. You must have a good reason for keeping me in the dark, but I can’t stay there. It’s not my nature. I had to find a way to let light into the darkness.”

  Erin stiffened. “And how did you do that?”

  Catherine took a deep breath, then threw it at her. “Shambhala.”

  Erin’s eyes flickered. Her lips tightened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  But there had been a definite response, Catherine thought. Erin knew the word, and it had been a shock to her coming from Catherine.

  “I’m talking about a place that’s said to be a hidden paradise that was supposed to be the center of wisdom in the highlands of central Asia. Its inhabitants’ prime goal in life was to store power and knowledge and prepare the way to start life over after the outer world had destroyed itself. Its existence has been rumored for thousands of years in the myths of India, China, and even Europe.”