Part 21 (1/2)

AFTER THE CLEANUP we met in the conference room. Church, Grace, Hu, Dietrich, Rudy, and me. No one was going to be getting any sleep tonight, so we're all drinking strong coffee, but despite everything there was a fresh plate of cookies on the table-vanilla wafers, Oreos, and what looked like, G.o.d help me, Barnum's Animal Crackers.

Grace said, ”Before we become totally paranoid, are we sure this is a security breach and not an error in protocol? If the door wasn't forced then one of science team might have inadvertently opened it.”

”Perhaps one of the walkers got loose and the lab staff panicked,” Rudy suggested.

”I don't think so.” He had his laptop open on the table and turned it around so we could all watch. He hit a b.u.t.ton and an image appeared of the loading bay and the trailer designated as Room 12. ”This is a continuous feed. Watch.” The image suddenly flickered and then disintegrated into static snow.

”Camera malfunction?” Dietrich asked.

”Unknown. If so then all of the cameras in that part of the building went down at the same time.” He held up a hand. ”Before you ask they've since come back online.”

Grace leaned forward, looking intense. ”Sounds like electronic jamming.”

”I don't understand,” said Rudy.

”All surveillance devices are electronic and are therefore subject to signal overload or signal blocking,” Grace told him. ”The technology isn't new and these days there are portable jammers small enough to fit in your pocket.”

”So this is sabotage?” Rudy rubbed his eyes. ”This has been too long a day.”

Church ended the video feed. ”Considering the timing and location of the signal failure and the subsequent breach of Room Twelve we'll proceed on the a.s.sumption that we have been infiltrated by person or persons unknown. We have to find this person and neutralize him.”

”Or her,” Grace suggested.

”Or them,” I said. ”You've been doing some heavy-duty recruiting lately. We can't a.s.sume you've only scooped up one bad apple.”

”Agreed. We have to evaluate the incident, learn what we can learn from it, both strategically and in terms of our security. We also have to consider the effect this incident will have on morale.”

”Seems pretty d.a.m.n clear to me,” barked Gus Dietrich, ”that these a.s.sholes wanted the plague released.”

”Maybe,” said Grace, ”or they could have been on a scouting mission and opened the wrong door.”

”You like that theory?” I asked her.

”Not much, no, but it's worth keeping on the table. Though I think it's more likely that they wanted the prisoner silenced.”

I downed half my coffee. ”Church, you said that there was a way to get that access code. How?”

”There are only three practical possibilities, two of which are highly improbable,” he said. ”First, they got it directly from Grace, Gus, Hu, or from me.” He paused for comment, got none. ”Second, one of us was careless and left a code scrambler lying about.”

Hu was shaking his head before Church finished. He fished his scrambler out and set it on the table. ”No way. Not after the speech you gave me when you gave me this thing. It's on the side of the tub when I take a shower and it's in my pajama pocket when I go to bed. Twenty-four/seven I know where this is.”

Grace and Dietrich similarly produced theirs. Church didn't bother. The point was made.

”What's the third choice?” I asked.

”That someone else has a scrambler or some compatible device, though that's a bit hard to accept. These scramblers aren't on the market yet. I obtained them directly from the designer. He made five of them and I acquired all five.”

”Who has the other one?”

”Aunt Sallie.”

”Who?”

Grace smiled. ”Aunt Sallie is the DMS's chief of operations. She runs the Hangar-our Brooklyn facility.”

”And you call her 'Aunt Sallie'? Kind of conjures an image of a blue-haired maiden aunt with too many cats. Should I a.s.sume that you believe this Aunt Sallie person is trustworthy and hasn't left her scrambler lying in her knitting basket?”

Dietrich smiled. ”If you're lucky, Captain, no one'll ever tell her you said that.”

Grace's smile broadened and it youthened her, stripping away several layers of tension. Even Church looked amused, though with him it was harder to tell. ”I think those of us who know her can safely vouch for Aunt Sallie's integrity.”

”What about force? Could someone have taken the scrambler from her?”

”I would truly love to see someone try,” said Church. Across from him Dietrich was laughing quietly and nodding to himself, apparently visualizing the scenario.

The laughter and smiles, however, died away. I glanced at Rudy, who was quietly observing everyone. I imagine that he, like I, realized that the laughter was a pressure valve. The enormity of what had happened in Room 12 loomed over us.

Church's phone rang and when he looked at the displayed number he held up a finger and took the call, speaking quietly for a couple of minutes. ”Thanks for getting back to me so quickly,” he said. ”Please keep me informed.” He clicked the phone off and laid it on the table and any trace of humor that had been on his face was completely gone now. ”That was a contact of mine at the Atlanta office of the Bureau. Henry Cerescu, the engineer who designed the code scrambler, is dead. His body was found in his apartment this morning and he'd been dead for about thirty hours. Cleaning lady found him and called the police. No suspects, but the report says that Cerescu's apartment, which doubles as his workshop, was trashed. A complete report will be faxed to us.”

”d.a.m.n,” I said. ”Sorry about your friend, Church, but I bet I can tell you what'll be in that report. Most likely it'll look like an ordinary break-in by a junkie. TV and DVD player will be gone, there'll be lots of random damage, a big mess. The smartest way to hide a small crime is to make it look like a bigger one. I'll bet Cerescu probably had the design schematics of his scrambler somewhere, maybe hard copy or on his computer. The hard drive will be gone, too, and most of his papers.”

”Very likely,” Church said. He took another cookie and pushed the plate toward me. I poked through them and took an elephant and a monkey.

”So where does that leave us?” Grace asked.

”With the certain knowledge that we've been infiltrated by someone with an understanding of what the DMS is,” Church said. ”And someone who knows me well enough to know how I obtain equipment.”

”That can't be a long list,” Rudy suggested.

”It isn't,” Church agreed, ”and I'll be taking a look at that list once this meeting is concluded.”

”It still leaves one or more persons inside the DMS,” I said. ”Inside this building.”

”Excuse me,” Rudy said, ”but am I to presume that if we are here in this room then we are not on the list of potential suspects?”

Church leaned back in his chair and studied Rudy for a few moments, one index finger tracing a slow circle on the tabletop. ”Dr. Sanchez, there are very few people I trust implicitly, and in each case that trust is based on many years of experience, opportunity, and evaluation. As for most of the people gathered here, my trust is based on more recent knowledge. You and Captain Ledger were in the science lab with me and were then escorted to your quarters. Major Courtland was with me and Sergeant Dietrich had just completed his rounds with two other officers. One of them walked him to his quarters.”

”Okay, but doesn't that indicate that we were not directly involved in opening the door? What makes you sure we're not accomplices?”

Church bit an edge off a cookie, munched it. ”I haven't said that I have cleared you of all suspicion, Dr. Sanchez, but as you already said, you can presume that if you're in this room then you are not high on the list of suspects.”

That seemed to satisfy Rudy, at least in part, because he gave a curt nod and lapsed back into observant silence.

”We've brought a lot of people on board in the last couple of days,” Dietrich said. ”The movers, more than half the security team, the decorators, some new lab techs.” He paused and looked directly at me. ”And all of Echo Team.”