“Who called overseas to tell them she’d died?” said Jamison.
“Actually, that was me. I was in charge of the investigation. Hardest call I’ve ever had to make. As soon as I told Caroline she started sobbing. I couldn’t make out another word after that. And I felt bad because I couldn’t do anything to help her. I just felt so helpless,” Kelly said miserably.
They dropped him off at the police station and watched him go inside.
Jamison said somberly, “He’s still very much in love with Caroline Dawson.”
“Yes he is. And I wish him luck, but if I was Kelly, I wouldn’t hold my breath. I don’t think she’s going to suddenly run into his arms.”
As they pulled away, Jamison said, “But this may very well have nothing to do with why we’re up here. Figuring out the time-bomb comment by Ben Purdy. That has to be our focus.”
“Our focus is finding out who killed Irene Cramer.”
“But isn’t one connected to the other?”
“Not necessarily.”
As they pulled in front of their hotel, Baker hailed them from the street.
Decker rolled down the passenger window and said, “Stan, what’s up?”
“Was just coming to see you. That photo you gave me, of the dead woman?”
“Irene Cramer. What about it?”
“I asked around about anyone that might have, you know, been with her.”
“And did you find anybody?”
“Three guys. All oil field workers.”
“And?”
“And they all said that they hadn’t had sex with her.”
“So what did they do with her?” asked Jamison.
“She bought them food and drinks.”
“That’s interesting,” said Jamison.
Decker said, “But it makes sense. Why get into bed with strangers if she could get the info she wanted by springing for food and booze? Be a lot easier for her.”
“Boy, I hear you on that,” said Jamison a bit too quickly. When Decker glanced at her she blushed and looked away.
Baker said, “As I was saying, she bought them food and drinks, and asked a lot of questions.”
“Questions about what?”
“That Air Force installation.”
“But why ask oil workers about a military base?”
“Beats the hell out of me. She might have talked to some of the guys who worked there before the Air Force pulled out. And I never saw any of the Vector guys come into town, so she might not have been able to ask them.”
“What sort of questions did she ask?” Decker wanted to know.
“Anything suspicious they might have seen. Whether they knew the history of the facility. And she asked about the auctioning off of the land around the facility.”
Decker nodded thoughtfully. “Now, that is interesting. Anything else?”
“That’s about it. Hope it helps.”
“Thanks, Stan.”
Baker moved off and Decker rolled his window back up.
“Did that help?” asked Jamison, who had listened to the whole exchange.
“I don’t know. I can understand her wanting to know about the military base and the land around it. I mean that’s where Daniels worked, after all.”
“But it’s still puzzling,” conceded Jamison.
“Everything about this damn case is puzzling.”
LATER THAT NIGHT DECKER AND JAMISON were summoned once more to a meeting with Blue Man. Robie and Reel picked them up outside their hotel and drove them to a home about fifteen miles outside of town.
As they pulled up to the house Decker said, “Looks abandoned.”
“That’s what we like about this place,” said Reel. “So many free spaces to meet.”
“That’s the only thing we like about this place,” added Robie. “Otherwise, it’s turning out to be more dangerous than the Middle East.”
They were led inside, where Blue Man was sitting in a wooden-backed chair, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit and looking like he had just started his day.
“We have some things of interest to share,” he began. “Patrick McIntosh and Mark Sumter are currently lawyering up, if only to enter guilty pleas.”
“And Vector?”
“They should be permanently barred from future defense contracting, along with all their executives.”
“But will that actually happen?”
“We’ll see. Washington, DC, is full of successful second acts. But the uniforms involved in this are going to take a tumble. At least the ones who can’t find a chair to sit in before the music stops will.”
“Anything else?” asked Decker.
“For your purposes, something far more important. And ominous.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“It may mean nothing, or it may mean everything, but we’ve been getting some curious chatter from the Middle East lately.”
“What sort of chatter?”
“The sort that we do not like to get. We often get enhanced communication activity when something significant is going down. It happened before 9/11 but no one registered it. Now we take these occurrences very seriously.”
“Is there any indication where it might be coming from?” asked Jamison.
“Not precisely. But from what we can tell, there is a nexus to this country.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing good, I’m afraid.”
“What can we do about it?” asked Jamison.
“We need to solve this thing faster rather than slower. Time is not on our side.”
“You’ve said that before. And we’re working as fast as we can.”
“Then we must work faster.”
Decker stared down at him. “Do you know what was going on at London, AFS decades ago? And it had nothing to do with radar or prisoners.”
“Tell me.”
“They were making biochemical weapons,” said Jamison.
Blue Man nodded and said, “That was before my time, though I knew of the past military efforts in that regard. But those programs were ended and all stockpiles destroyed.”
“Maybe nobody told the folks over at London.”
“And this information came from . . . ?”
“An old man in a nursing home named Brad Daniels. He worked there back then. He saw things. And he knew both Ben Purdy and Irene Cramer. We placed a security guard at the facility to look after him.”
“And Daniels told Cramer and Purdy about this past work?”
“Yes.”
“And the relevance today?”
“If people who knew about it are dying, there must be some relevance. Otherwise, what’s the point?”
“What do you think?”
“If the stockpiles weren’t destroyed, where might they be?”
“We were at the facility and didn’t see anything, but we didn’t come close to searching the whole place,” noted Jamison.
“Perhaps it would be a good idea to get a team in to more thoroughly go through it,” said Blue Man. “As discreetly as possible.”
“I think that would be a great idea,” said Decker.
“Then we will make that happen. Now, Purdy was transferred out of the facility, so if the stockpile is still there, I wonder what he was going to do about it. It’s not like he could have gone back to London AFS. And it also makes me wonder what Cramer’s plan was. What could she possibly think she could do about a weapons stockpile at an Air Force facility? She couldn’t go near the place.”
“It doesn’t make much sense,” agreed Decker.
“But if this is connected to the increased chatter from the Middle East, then it makes sense to somebody,” pointed out Jamison.
“Then those people must be here right now,” said Decker.
Robie said, “The guys who came after me were a mix of folks. But they could have been hired by others. They looked the mercenary type. Same with the ones chasing you to that barn.”
“Possibly,” said Dec
ker.
“If these people want the stockpiles, assuming they actually exist, they must want to smuggle them out of the country,” said Blue Man.
“Or use them here,” said Decker.
“Which was my next comment,” said Blue Man. “Any indication from this Daniels exactly what sort of biochem weapons we’re talking about?”
“Only that they’re classified and he’ll take them to the grave,” said Decker.
“But Decker,” said Jamison, “remember Daniels said he told Purdy because Purdy was military and had security clearances. And he opened up to you more on the phone not just because you had his hat, but because you told him you had high-level security clearances.” She glanced at Blue Man. “If you all were to talk to him, he might open up even more. I mean, you can clearly receive classified information.”
Blue Man looked at Robie and Reel. “Attend to that. Right away.”
“We can give you the details,” said Jamison.
As they were dropping Decker and Jamison off back at the hotel Robie said to Decker, “While we’re seeing this old guy, you all are on your own.”
Jamison patted her holstered Glock and said, “We’ll be careful.”
“From what I’ve seen so far, you’ll have to be more than careful,” said Reel. “Good luck.”
“ANY ACTIVITY?” SAID REEL, who drove while Robie rode shotgun on the way down to Williston.
“Nothing so far. If we picked up a tail, they’re good.”
“Well, so far, they have been.”
“How much further?”
“Twenty clicks.”
“Read the service record on Bradley Daniels,” said Robie. “Sounds like a real patriot. Purple, Bronze, DFC, and the Airman’s Medal. Well over a hundred bombing missions in the European and Pacific Theaters. Shot down twice. Sat in a life raft with three other crew members for a month in the Pacific before they got picked up by a Navy destroyer. Then got right back in the saddle.”
“Like you said, a real patriot.”
Robie glanced in the side view and saw what he had seen for the last hour: nothing. And he wasn’t pleased by that. None of this felt right to him.
It was well after eleven by the time they got to the nursing home and past visiting hours, but their federal badges intimidated the night supervisor so much, he led them directly to Daniels’s room and then fled.
The old man was fast asleep in his bed. The light was off in his room, and Robie debated whether to turn it on. He finally opted not to.
They drew near the bed, one on each side.
“Mr. Daniels?” Reel said gently, before touching the man’s shoulder.
He started and his eyes opened, then closed, then opened and stayed that way.
“Who the hell are you?” he said, blinking rapidly and sitting up slightly.
Robie and Reel held out their creds and official badges. “We’re with the intel community,” said Robie.
“Turn on a damn light so I can see.”
Reel turned on the overhead light and Daniels scrutinized the badges and cred packs.
“We were told you couldn’t see very well,” said Robie.
“Yeah, well, I let people think that for my own reasons.”
“Okay.”
“These look real,” he finally said, handing them back.
“That’s because they are.”
“What do you want with me?”
“London AFS?” said Reel.
Daniels lay back on his pillow. “I already talked to the Feds. That big fellow. FBI. He took my hat, the son of a bitch.”
Reel reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out the hat, and handed it to him. “And he asked us to return it.”
Daniels looked pleased by this and said, “Well, at least he’s a man of his word.”
Robie said, “Ben Purdy? You told him more than you told Decker. We’ve been ordered here to get the rest of the story.”
“Why?”
“It’s become relevant again, sir,” said Reel.
“You don’t have to call me sir.”
“I do it out of respect. Purple, Bronze, Distinguished Flying Cross, Airman’s Medal? You more than earned it.”
Daniels blinked again and his eyes grew watery. “Everybody I served with is long since dead. My wife’s dead, so are my kids. Nobody left ’cept my grandkids and their kids, and they got their own lives. Sucks being old and alone. I just sit in here rotting away, waiting for the end.”
Reel glanced at Robie and said to Daniels, “You should be at a VA facility. You’d find a lot more in common with the folks there than you probably do here.”
Daniels looked excited. “You can make that happen?”
Robie said, “If that’s what you want, sir.”
They helped Daniels to sit up straighter.
“What do you want to know?”
“What exactly did you tell Ben Purdy?”
“I told him the truth. Everything.”
“Which was?” said Reel.
The power in the facility went out, every room, every inch.
Panicked cries were heard all over the nursing home.
Robie’s and Reel’s weapons came out. Reel covered the door and Robie closed the window curtains, after gently pressing Daniels flat onto the bed and whispering into his ear. “Stay right there and don’t move.”
Daniels gave one curt nod and then froze.
The sounds of footsteps could be heard rushing along the hall. Reel poked her head out and saw nurses and other personnel running around. The night supervisor raced up to the door and said, “We don’t know what happened. Everything just went black. And our backup generator didn’t kick on. And . . . and two big trucks just pulled up in front.”
“Call the cops, do it now. Tell them you have a mass shooting event going down.”
“We do?”
“You do. Go!”
He ran off, looking terrified.
Reel looked at Robie. “Two big trucks?”
“Who are they?” whispered Daniels from his bed.
“We got this, sir,” said Reel. She eyed the wheelchair and then looked at Robie. “This room is Ground Zero. They have to know.”
He nodded. They slipped over to the bed, gently lifted Daniels up, and placed him in the wheelchair. Robie pushed it while Reel led the way.
They reached the doorway; Reel poked her head out and gave the all clear. They turned and moved quickly to the left, away from the front doors.
Reel slipped another pistol out of her second holster. Both guns had laser scopes. She had already put on a pair of NV optics, as had Robie. The darkness to both of them was now represented as daylight. The problem was, their opponents would no doubt have the same technology.
Robie pushed the wheelchair with one hand and held his pistol in the other. They disappeared down the hallway.
* * *
Thirty seconds later the doors to the nursing home were forced open. A barrage of armed men did not storm in. There was a whizzing sound as the motorized stainless steel robot rolled along on tubeless tires. Its laser eye swept across the hall, comparing what it was seeing with the building layout stored in its database.
It turned right and accelerated. There it ran into the off-duty police officer that Decker had engaged to look after Daniels. His pistol was pointed at the robot, his flashlight beam reflecting off the thing’s metal sides.
“What the hell?” the man exclaimed.
He started to lower his weapon as the laser eye ran over him and held on the weapon. The next moment the guard looked down at his chest where a dart was now sticking out. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the floor.
The robot whirled on, neatly navigating around the fallen man. It reached Daniels’s room. The laser hit all four corners of the room and then drew and held on the empty bed. The robot rolled forward and a tiny probe extended from its front side. This probe hit the sheets and ran its tiny metallic head over it.
Information flashe
d back to the sensor pack in the robot’s brain and confirmation was made. The probe receded but did not fully return to the cavity from which it had emerged. The robot turned and headed back out as the probe swiveled from side to side, drawing in myriad scents in its path, as it searched for only one, that of Brad Daniels.
It turned right and left and then stopped at a closed door. The probe twitched, like the nose on a scent hound, and a red light illuminated on the front of the robot’s steel wall. The robot retreated about a foot, a portal opened on the front of it, and stabilizers shot out from its sides and gripped the floor, like a construction crane would employ to keep upright and balanced.
The next moment the round fired from the portal smashed into the door and the force of the impact caused it to topple inward.
Through the smoke emerged Reel. She saw the robot, her gaze ran over its contours, she raised her weapon and placed three incendiary rounds with explosive kickers right into the thing’s hide, with one round impacting the machine’s laser eye.
The laser eye went out, the rounds performed as they were engineered, and the robot disappeared behind a thick cloud of smoke.
Reel heard the alarming screech of a timer and threw herself back into the room, right as the robot’s failsafe counter hit zero.
The blast collapsed the walls of the room Reel had leapt back into.
When the smoke cleared, sirens could be heard.
The two big trucks that had been parked in front of the nursing home, and from which the attack robot had been launched, were long gone.
Inside the room, a coughing and sputtering Robie and Reel slowly rose from the remains of the shattered room. They were alive only because they had taken cover behind a large metal storage unit standing against one wall.
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