Sarah did as he asked. Once more there was no answer.
Michael looked at Matt. “Is the plane still here? I need to go. I need to get out there.”
“Hold on, Michael. We’ll get you there, but I want to make sure it’s safe first.”
“I don’t care if it’s safe! Janice needs me, so I need to get out there now!”
Rachel glanced quickly at Browne and Solomon. The two men immediately moved in beside Michael.
“Come on,” Browne said. “We’ll help you get ready.”
“I am ready.”
“Michael,” Rachel said. “Just go with them.”
“If I can’t fly out right now, I need to be here so I know what’s going on.” His voice cracked as he spoke.
Rachel touched his arm. “You’re no help to Janice if you can’t focus and remain calm. Go with them. Get your bag, maybe change your clothes, and get something to eat. Just try to relax. In the meantime we’ll get the plane ready.”
Michael, eyes wide, seemed temporarily paralyzed, but then he seemed to get a grip on himself. With a nod, he let Browne and Solomon lead him from the room.
As soon as he was gone, Matt said, “Has anyone checked the Bluff’s security feed? Is that still running, or did that get cut off, too?”
“Have it here, sir,” a young guy three terminals away said.
Matt walked over, and everyone else followed.
“It cut off about ten minutes ago, sir. But something was definitely going on.”
“Show me.”
After the man clicked a few keys, surveillance footage from near the Bluff’s front gate appeared on screen. “This is from sixteen minutes ago. Two intruders were spotted, a couple that Bluff security calls Adam and Eve. Apparently they’ve hopped the fence before and have been caught messing around on the property.”
On the monitor, the young couple-Adam and Eve-ran playfully down the road before turning into the forest. The operator then skipped ahead forty-five seconds to when a security team appeared from the other direction. When the men reached the same point in the road, they turned after the couple.
“Do we have anything showing the woods?” Matt asked.
“No, sir. No one turned a camera in that direction.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” The operator said nothing for a moment, then pointed at the screen. “Here. This is the important part.”
Suddenly one of the Bluff guards staggered into frame and collapsed on the road. A few moments later, the man and woman appeared, and dragged him back into the woods. Less than thirty seconds after that, the picture went dark.
“That’s it?” Matt asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“What about from inside?”
“All the footage inside was normal.”
“Then perhaps the building is still safe.”
“No way to know at the moment.”
Matt looked at Pax. “Fire up the plane and get a team ready. I want you out there now.”
“On it,” Pax said, moving over to a phone on an empty desk.
“Billy, go grab what you think you’ll need and meet out front.” Matt looked at Ash. “Sorry, we’ll have to continue this later.”
“I’m going.”
Matt cocked his head. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Janice was one of the people who had saved Ash’s life. He owed her and Michael at least this much. “I just need to let my kids know.”
“Make it quick.”
Ash found Brandon inthe kitchen, sitting at the long table eating dessert with Bobbie.
“Where’s your sister?”
Brandon had just put a spoonful of chocolate ice cream in his mouth, so Bobbie said, “She’s in the library.”
Careful not to say too much, Ash told her, “You should check in with Pax.”
Bobbie grew instantly alert. As Ash left the room, he heard her get out of her chair and head over to the phone.
The third-floor library was three times the size of the conference room downstairs. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined all four walls, breaking only for the windows, door, and the large fireplace at one end. A rolling ladder attached to a rail allowed access to the upper shelves. There were two long tables with wooden chairs around them in one half of the room, and in the other, a lounge area with overstuffed chairs and sofas near the fireplace, where flames were working their way through a couple of thick logs.
He found Josie on one of the sofas, reading.
“Sweetie, I need to talk to you.”
Without looking up from her book, she said, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
Of course she would guess that. “Just for the night.”
“Where are you going?”
“California.”
That caused her to look over. “California?” It was where they’d been living when the Sage Flu struck. Where her mother had died.
“Some friends need help.”
He knew she was conflicted. It was written all over her. For months she’d been vacillating between acting like a disinterested teen and a rebellious youth, but neither fit her. She was too smart, too compassionate. Too old for her age.
“What…what happened?”
“Some others have tried to hurt them.”
“And you’re going to stop that?”
“If I can.”
She considered this for a moment. “You’ll be back tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“You promise?”
“Pinkie promise.” He held out his little finger to her as he said it, like they’d done when she was younger.
She frowned as if that was only for little kids, but after a second wrapped her pinkie around his. A single shake, then a pull in opposite directions, breaking the link.
“You have to now,” she said.
“I know.”
Brandon was easier. When Ash returned to the kitchen, he simply told his son he was going to go help Matt and Pax with something, and that Bobbie would take care of him until he got back.
“Don’t worry,” Bobbie said. There was tension in her face that hadn’t been there when Ash came through earlier. “We’re going to have plenty of fun here. You ever ridden a horse, Brandon?”
Brandon lit up. “A horse? No.”
“Maybe we’ll go out for a ride tomorrow.”
The phone on the wall rang, and Bobbie answered. She listened for a few seconds, then said to Ash, “Meet in the front common room in three minutes.”
He nodded, and looked at his son. “Be good, okay?”
“I will, Dad. Have fun.”
Ash gave his son a smile and a hug.
The common room was a large open area, two stories high, just inside the front door. There were two giant stone fireplaces on both sides of the room, each with logs blazing. More of the overstuffed furniture was arranged into several small sitting areas. On the walls were two oversized paintings of the nearby mountains-one a winter scene, and one a summer.
Pax was the only one present when Ash arrived, but less than half a minute later, Michael, Browne, and Solomon arrived. They were followed seconds later by four men Ash had never met. Each had a hard edge to him, something Ash had seen a million times before. Former military, had to be.
Matt and Rachel arrived next. As much as they both wanted to come along, they would be staying at the Ranch. Though they said the reason was because someone had to stay and keep an eye on things, Ash guessed that if it weren’t for Matt’s bum knee, he, at least, would have come along.
“What are we waiting for?” Michael asked, anxious.
“Billy,” Pax said.
Michael looked over at the staircase. “Somebody call him. See what’s taking so long.”
“I’m sure he’s on the way,” Pax said.
“I’m sure I’m on the way, too.”
They all looked toward the voice. Billy was heading toward them from the hallway off to the left. Behind him were three other men, all car
rying plastic cases containing what Ash guessed were medical supplies.
Pax stepped toward the door. “All right, everybody. Let’s go.”
Fourteen minutes later, they were in the air, heading west.
11
NAIROBI, KENYA
Lawrence Mwerla was having none of it. As a rising administrator within the Ministry of Public Health and Sanitation, he’d been chosen to oversee Project Eradication. The project was yet another in a series of attempts to wipe out the malaria-carrying mosquito population, something that had been attempted over and over for decades.
Like most of the others who tried, the organization behind the chemicals to be used in Project Eradication had been confident that their method would prove to be the one that finally did the job. Given Kenya’s-for that matter, the world’s-history with such attempts, Mwerla was dubious at best.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t hopeful. To rid his country of malaria would be a miracle. Nearly every fifth child born in the country died from the disease. An unacceptable loss in itself, but deaths weren’t only limited to the young. Adults, too, were susceptible. That’s why any chance to curb the disease had to be tried.
But now the project was delayed.
“This is not acceptable,” he said to the representative from the Pishon Health Initiative. They were in the man’s office at Pishon’s temporary headquarters in Nairobi. “My government has already contributed significant amounts of money to facilitate Project Eradication. We have arranged for thousands of volunteers across the country, based, might I remind you, on a timetable you gave us when you brought the project to us. To change the date like this will necessitate further costs. We cannot afford to do this. We are not a rich country like yours.”
Hans Lesser, the Pishon rep, leaned forward in his chair. “Mr. Mwerla, we understand your concerns. The date change, though, is unavoidable and necessary. To truly guarantee the success of Project Eradication, dosing needs to be coordinated across the continent. All the target countries will be participating on the same day.”
“The same day? I do not see the importance of that. If our programs run a week or two apart or even a month, what difference could that make? I believe the timing is just a stunt you are doing for publicity.”
“I guarantee you, publicity is not our aim. Whether you get it or not, we don’t care. Ridding the planet of this deadly disease-that is our goal. According to our scientists, the best chance we have of doing that is by this coordinated effort. If need be, I can have one of them flown down here to give you a full technical briefing, but I’m hoping we can avoid that.” He paused. “The delay is only a few days, but we have no desire for this to be a burden on you. I have spoken with our team in Amsterdam, and have been able to pull together additional funds to cover whatever cost overruns the Kenyan government might incur.”
Mwerla calmed a bit. That was more than he’d been expecting. Still, there was much additional work that would need to be done because of this.
He stood up. “I will have to bring this up with the minister. He will have the final word.”
Lesser rose to his feet. “Of course.”
He held out his hand, and Mwerla reluctantly shook it.
As the Kenyan official turned for the door, Lesser said, “Please remember, Mr. Mwerla, what we’re doing here is a good thing.”
“Yes. I realize that.” Mwerla nodded grimly. “Good afternoon.”
Hans Lesser kept the smile on his face until the door shut behind the Kenyan. He then picked up the phone.
“Do it,” he ordered, and hung up again.
In all likelihood, everything would have gone smoothly and Mwerla would have played along, but taking that chance was not something they had time for.
Within the next thirty minutes, Lawrence Mwerla would be the victim of a tragic car accident, and his second in command-someone considerably more accommodating to the Project-would take over.
There would be no more talk of the date change.
BUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA
School had come to consume most of Patricia Mendes’s time, and the long hikes through the city she used to take when she was younger were a luxury she could seldom afford anymore. But it wasn’t just school that was taking up her time. It was also her boyfriend, Sergio. Make that former boyfriend.
Sergio was pig, He knew nothing about what it meant to be in a relationship. Her friends had tried to warn her, but she hadn’t listened. She’d only gone down to the park a week earlier because she knew the latest thing they had told her was a lie. But instead of proving them wrong, she’d found Sergio right where her friends said he would be, hiding behind the old shack in the park with his tongue stuck inside Maria Blanco’s mouth.
She felt like a fool, like she had no worth at all. How could he have done this to her? She had been a good girlfriend-never fighting with him, always agreeing to do whatever he wanted to do. She had even let him put his hand up her shirt once, though when he’d tried for her skirt, she had quickly put a stop to that.
Was that Maria’s attraction? Did she let him touch her down there?
No. It’s not Maria’s fault, she told herself. It’s Sergio’s.
He was the one to blame.
Unable to focus on her homework in the days that followed, she had started walking through the city again, trying to work through the hurt and anger that had initially consumed her. On this particular afternoon, she had wandered into the old neighborhood where her family once lived. It was odd and yet comforting to be on the streets where she had played as a kid. Though she didn’t recognize any of the people on the sidewalks, the buildings were all the same, as if time had not passed at all.
Soon, she reached the corner of a dead-end street, and suddenly recalled with vivid detail the old abandoned building that used to be at the end of it. She decided to see if it was still there. It had apparently once been a small factory, but for as long as her family had been in the area, it had stood empty. She and her brother Rodrigo would play in it sometimes, pretending it was a secret fort full of hidden passages and buried treasure.
When the building came into view, her heart sank a bit as she realized someone had reclaimed it. Though she could only see the top of the building, the roof over the front area had been replaced.
She approached cautiously, assuming the building would be occupied, but the closer she got, the less likely that seemed. The layout of the old factory was such that there was a wide room in front where the work would have been done, and a row of rooms that had probably been used for offices with their own corridor in the back. The improvements she noticed appeared to be limited to only the roof over the front room. The brick walls looked just as rundown as before. The only other change she could see was the few windows that used to let sunlight into the front room had been sealed up.
She scanned the area. No cars around and no sign that anyone was there.
Partly out of curiosity, and partly because it was keeping her mind on something other than Sergio, she slipped into the narrow space between the end of the building and the property wall, and made her way to the area in back. There was another change here. Several large rocks had been placed in front of the hole she had used when she was younger to get into the building. This only made Patricia all the more curious about what was inside.
She continued around the building, and smiled when she saw that the missing bricks at the top of the back corner had not been replaced. She climbed up the wall like she had before and lowered herself inside. The room she was in was tiny. She and Rodrigo had assumed it was once a closet. Long ago its door had been sealed up and separated from the rest of the building. That was probably why the people who’d blocked the other entrance had not felt it necessary to do anything about the hole at the top of the wall. But did that mean they hadn’t discovered the other way in?
In the back corner of the room was a narrow wooden cabinet. One of its doors was jammed in place, but the other, a bit more resistant now than before
, still opened. At the bottom, its presence mostly hidden by an empty shelf a foot above it, had been a hole in the wall. When Patricia knelt down to check, she saw that it was still there.
She crawled through. The other side came out under an old metal desk that had piles of junk all around it. She and her brother had put the desk there and piled the scraps around it as part of concealing the secret back entrance to their fort. Even if other kids had found it in the years since, they had left it that way, no doubt thinking it added to the allure of the place.
She moved out of the office and into the hallway. It was obvious the new owners had zero interest in the back part of the building. It was as ratty and dingy as ever. Each room she looked into seemed untouched from when she’d last been there.
Halfway down the hall, there was a passageway that led into the large front room, or would have if a new wall of bricks hadn’t been erected in the middle of it.
She frowned at it, thinking. There had to be another way into the front room. At least someplace where she could just get a peek. She was really curious now.
Then she remembered the weapons room.
It wasn’t really a weapons room, just what she and Rodrigo had called it. It was the old office where they stored anything that looked like a gun or a sword. It had a common wall with the main room, and as a result of one of Argentina’s many earthquakes, that wall had shifted slightly, creating a crack near the top. Though she’d never examined it closely, she thought she might be able to at least glimpse into the other room. The problem was that it was four feet above the top of her head.
She scoured through the back half of the building for something she could use to boost herself up. In one of the offices, she found an old tabletop that she thought she could lean against the wall and use as a ladder. Not wanting the thing to slip out from under her, she piled several loose bricks along the bottom until she felt confident they would anchor the table in place.
Once everything was set, she put her hands against the wall, and carefully inched her way up until she reached the top. The table was actually longer than she’d needed, so she ended up having to hunch down to both see through the crack and avoid knocking her head against the ceiling.
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