Part 24 (1/2)
Kira trembled and for a moment thought she might vomit. ”Did anyone suspect?” she croaked.
”Of course,” he said. ”How could they not? But I was clever. I did most of my killing away from home. And I knew enough to cultivate a saintly image around you. You had the potential to be my Achilles' heel. I couldn't kill you, that would arouse too much suspicion after the other deaths. Yet if I let you glimpse my true nature, I was sure you would put two and two together and turn me in.” He paused. ”Look at the Unabomber. Brought down by his own brother.” He shook his head in mock disgust. ”Whatever happened to sibling loyalty?”
A tear ran down Kira Miller's face. She had thought that nothing could hurt her more than she had already been hurt. But she was wrong. This was the older brother she had adored. But he had been a psychopath all the while. His had been the ultimate betrayal, and he had made a fool of her. How could she have been so blind!
”What's wrong, Kira?” he said, sneering. ”Thought you were a better judge of human nature?” His lip curled up in contempt. ”You were so easy to fool. So needy.”
”You're a monster,” she whispered, now loathing the creature in front of her and loathing herself even more for having cared for him so deeply.
Alan laughed. ”Someone had to balance out your nauseating self-righteousness,” he replied. ”But you know how it is. Us psychopaths don't really see anything wrong with our behavior. And if it makes you feel any better, Mom and Dad's life insurance policy was a great leg up for a struggling college student.”
She glared at him hatefully. ”So you murdered Mom and Dad and then pretended to come to my rescue. So I would adore you even more.”
Alan smiled serenely.
”And then you framed me in a way that would lead people to believe that I was a psychopath and responsible for these murders. Murders that you had committed.”
”Nice touch, don't you think?”
”The worst part of it all,” she said in disgust, ”is that you made me care about you. I loved you!” She turned her eyes away. ”And you made me think I had caused your death,” she added in outrage.
”Well, now you know better,” he replied smoothly. ”So cheer up.”
47.
Thin shades made of cherry-wood, which could be raised or lowered with the touch of a b.u.t.ton, were completely covering the chopper's large windows, giving the prisoners no indication as to their heading. The helicopter's ride was so smooth and the noise so un.o.btrusive it was easy to forget they were flying.
”So how do you fit into all of this?” asked Desh.
”Fascinating story,” said Alan, amused. ”I was visiting my dear little sister in her condo in La Jolla while she was working for NeuroCure. Naturally, she insisted I stay at her place. She always did. After all, she truly adored me.”
Kira's eyes blazed in fury at this but she remained silent.
”She had to go into work a few times,” continued Alan. ”So, as is my nature, I thought I would explore her place. See what I could find. Didn't take me long to find her false bottomed drawer with her lab notebook and gellcaps inside.” He paused. ”So I tried one,” he said simply. ”It didn't take a super-genius, which I soon became, to grasp the possibilities.”
Desh frowned. ”So you decided to stage a break-in and steal them all.”
”Not right away,” replied Alan with an air of superiority. ”I waited until a few months after my visit so my sister would never suspect I was responsible. And I didn't just take the gellcaps. I took a sample of Kira's hair as well, in case I ever needed it to frame her.” He looked quite pleased with himself. ”I like to plan ahead.”
Desh shook his head in disgust. He had used a strand of the hair he had taken to frame her for his own murder.
”Then I waited a few days and killed Kira's boss to throw her a head fake,” said Alan. ”When you're under the influence of her treatment, things become crystal clear. I was certain that if I killed Morgan, she would jump to the conclusion that he had stolen the pills and was double-crossed by a powerful partner.”
Desh knew this was the exact conclusion Kira had reached. ”And then you hired Lusetti to watch her.”
”I thought it best to leave her alone to make other ah a mind-blowing a discoveries, and then swoop in and steal these as well. Meanwhile, I was using her pills judiciously to set up my empire.”
”Where does Putnam fit in?” asked Desh.
”As I'm sure you're aware, with intelligence this great fortunes can be ama.s.sed in any number of ways,” he replied, swirling his drink around absently. ”But if power is your drug, pulling strings at the most powerful intelligence gathering organization in the history of mankind has certain advantages.”
”But why Putnam? Did you know him?”
Alan shook his head. ”While using Kira's therapy, I broke into the personal computers of a number of mid-level NSA operatives. Putnam was one of them. We were like-minded and he was particularly savage. I was able to dig up enough dirt on him to guarantee him the death sentence several times over. So I recruited him and masterminded his climb up the ladder. We made a great team.”
”Did you give him any gellcaps?” asked Kira.
”Of course not,” he snapped disdainfully. ”Do I look like an idiot. Putnam was far too ruthless and ambitious to be trusted. If he ever became transformed, I was certain he would find a way to turn the tables on me.” He paused. ”The only person I ever allowed to become transformed, other than myself, was a molecular biologist Putnam was blackmailing. And this was done under extraordinarily secure conditions, and only to ensure I would have an unlimited supply of your treatment.”
”So when Putnam was boasting about his activities, he was really describing what you had done,” said Desh.
”That's right,” he replied. ”We rehea.r.s.ed everything he said to you. I even instructed him to kill the man you know as Smith in front of you. Putnam had no idea why I wanted him to pretend to be me.” Alan sneered. ”But he knew better than to question me,” he added icily.
Alan Miller walked a few steps to the bar and began pouring himself another drink. He turned to Desh once again. ”I recruited Putnam and began building wealth and power all the while my sister was working on extended life. I always knew what she was up to. I made it a point to know, despite the precautions she thought she was taking after my break-in.” He added ice to his gla.s.s and returned to his seat. ”When Lusetti reported she was closing up shop, I suspected she had made a breakthrough.”
”So you flew to San Diego to find out,” said Desh.
”When I learned the secret wasn't in her computer and would have to be coerced from her, I figured I could kill two birds with one stone. With emphasis on kill,” he added sardonically. ”I had been considering faking my own death, anyway, and starting over with a new ident.i.ty that was off the grid.”
”And you knew your sister wors.h.i.+pped you. So you decided to pretend to be a hostage and use the threat of your own death as leverage.”
Alan nodded. ”It was a brilliant plan, if I do say so myself.” He paused for a moment and his features hardened. ”But I didn't count on the memory trap she had made,” he growled through clenched teeth. ”That f.u.c.ked everything up.” He swirled his drink and stared at it in his hand, as if mesmerized, until he was icy calm once again.
”So given the memory blockade, why even bother with Kira?” asked Desh. ”Why not just optimize your molecular biologist until he repeated her work, saving yourself the headache?”
”Because compared to my freak of a sister, he's a moron. It took him years to duplicate her brain optimization therapya”and he had the instructions. Even enhanced, I doubt there are even three or four scientists in the world who would could duplicate her longevity work.” He shook his head. ”No, she was the only game in town. But as if her memory trick wasn't annoying enough, she managed to kill that dumb b.a.s.t.a.r.d Lusetti and vanish from the grid. I'm man enough to admit that this really p.i.s.sed me off,” he said with apparent calm, but his tone couldn't fully disguise an unmistakable undercurrent of barely contained rage at this memory, even now. ”But only for a short while,” he added. ”I regrouped. I took another of her smart pills, and I came up with my grand plan the very next day.”
”Putnam told us,” said Kira in disgust. ”Ma.s.s sterilization of women just so you can extend your twisted existence for a few years.”
Alan laughed. ”Ma.s.s sterilization?” he repeated in amus.e.m.e.nt. ”Don't believe everything you're told.”
”I don't understand,” said Kira.
”That's because you're so sanctimonious you refuse to give yourself the very gift you created. If you would have taken one of your own pills, you would have seen through this ruse in an instant.” He shook his head in disappointment. ”You really are a lot less intelligent than I remembered.” He spread his hands innocently. ”Why would I possibly want to sterilize anybody?”
She looked confused. ”First, to motivate me to unlock my memories.”
Alan shook his head. ”When I enhanced myself after I had faked my death, I pondered the likely properties of your memory prison. I realized right away that no threat, no matter how great, would enable you to crack it.” He gestured toward her encouragingly. ”By all means, guess again.”
”Because if you succeededa”if ours really did become mankind's last generationa”I would be forced to give you my secret for the survival of the species. Or to Putnam, at any rate.”
”Give it to Putnam?” he hissed, as if outraged. ”Give it to me? Kira, you would never give your secret to either one of us. You can only unlock your memory if you truly want to. And you would never want to for me or Putnam. You would bide your time, knowing we wouldn't kill you, until you could escape. That way you'd make sure we didn't h.o.a.rd the secret and use it for our own ends. Make sure the entire world was a beneficiary.” He scowled. ”You and I both know that's what you'd do.”
Kira nodded. ”You're right,” she acknowledged reluctantly.