source.'
In his mind's eye, he pictured that initial burst of neutrinos radiating outward from the explosion, particles flying in all directions, passing through the earth like a swarm of ghosts-but leaving a trail of fire, capable of lighting another fuse.
'But neutrinos don't react with matter,' Dr. Cooper said, throwing cold water on that idea. 'They pass through everything, even the earth's core. How could they ignite something?'
'I don't know,' Jun said.
In fact, there was little he understood about any of this.
Tanaka pressed ahead, refusing to admit defeat. 'We know some mysterious explosion generated this morning's spike in Utah. Whatever that source was, it is very unique. I've never seen readings like this before.'
Dr. Cooper looked unconvinced, but Jun believed Riku might be following the right thread. Neutrinos were once thought to have no mass, no charge. But recent experiments had proven otherwise. Much about them remained a mystery. Maybe there was an unknown substance sensitive to neutrino bombardment. Maybe the Utah explosion of particles had lit the fuse on another deposit. It was a frightening thought. He pictured a daisy chain of blasts, one after the other, spreading around the globe.
Where would it stop? Would it stop?
'This is all conjecture,' Jun finally concluded aloud. 'We won't know any true answers until we find out
No one argued with him. With a renewed determination, they set to work. Still, it took another half hour to finally coordinate with other neutrino labs around the globe to triangulate the source of these intermittent bursts.
They gathered around a monitor as the data collated. A world map filled the screen with a glowing circle that encompassed most of the Northern Hemisphere.
'That's not much help,' Jun said.
'Wait,' Tanaka warned tonelessly.
Over the course of another ten minutes, the circle slowly narrowed, zeroing tighter and tighter upon the coordinates of the new neutrino surges. It was clearly nowhere near Utah.
'Looks like we can't blame the United States this time,' Dr. Cooper said with relief as the contracting circle cleared the North American continent.
Jun stared, dumbfounded, as the source was finally pinpointed, fixed with a set of crosshairs.
They all shared a glance.
'So
Tanaka slowly nodded. 'You were most right before, Yoshida-
Jun was surprised by his reaction-until Tanaka motioned to the neighboring computer screen, the one with the digital graph mapping current-time neutrino activity. A small gasp escaped him. The spikes of activity were growing more frequent, like a heartbeat boosted by adrenaline.
His own pulse leaped to match it.
He reached for the phone and a private number left for him, but his gaze remained fixed to the screen, to the crosshairs centered on the Northern Atlantic.
Someone had to get out there before it was too late.
Chapter 15
May 31, 2:45 A.M.
Washington, D.C.
'Iceland?' Gray asked, shocked. He held the phone tighter to his ear, speaking to Kat Bryant. 'You want me to head out to Reykjavik within the hour?'
He and Seichan were sharing the back of a black Lincoln Town Car. As a precaution, Kat had sent the car out to his parents' house once she got word of the attack on the director. At the moment they were headed back to the National Archives. Monk and his two researchers had found something of interest, something too important or involved to discuss over the phone.
'That's correct,' Kat said. 'On Director Crowe's orders. He wants you to take Monk, too. Pick him up on the way to the airport.'
'We're headed there already. Monk texted me about some discovery at the National Archives.'
'Well, find out what that is, but be at the airport in forty-five minutes. And dress warmly.'
'Thanks, but what's this all about?'
'Earlier I told you about that burst of subatomic particles reported from the Utah blast site. I've just spoken to the head of the Kamioka Observatory in Japan. He's detected another surge. One that has him deeply troubled, coming from an island off the coast of Iceland. He believes the two neutrino surges might be connected, that the bombardment of subatomic particles from the Utah blast might have triggered this new Icelandic activity, literally lit its fuse. Director Crowe believes it's worth investigating.'
Gray agreed. 'I'll pick up Monk and head out.'
'Be careful,' she said. Though her message was terse, Gray heard the underlying meaning.
'Kat, this mission sounds like something Seichan and I could do on our own. It might be best to leave Monk with the researchers who are pursuing the historical angle.'
The phone went silent. He pictured her weighing his words. She finally sighed. 'I understand what you're offering, Gray. But I'm sure those researchers don't need Monk watching over their shoulders. Besides, Monk could use a little stretching of his legs. With a baby coming-and Penelope heading for her terrible twos-the pair of us is going to be housebound for months. So, no, take him with you.'
'Okay. But trust me, being housebound with you is not something Monk is dreading.'
'Who was talking about
Gray heard the exasperation in her voice, but also the warmth. He had a hard time imagining such a life, the intimacy of two sharing everything, of children, of the simplicity of a warm body beside you every night.
'I'll bring him home safe,' he promised.
'I know you will.'
After settling a few more details, they signed off.
Across the seat, Seichan leaned against the side door, arms crossed. It looked like she had been dozing, eyes closed, but he knew she'd overheard every word. This was confirmed when she mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes. 'Road trip?'
'Seems so.'
'Lucky I packed my sunscreen.'
A short time later, the Town Car pulled up to the National Archives Building. Monk met them inside. He wore a wide grin, his eyes bright, and waved to them impatiently, plainly excited.
'Iceland,' he said as he led them back to the research room. 'Can you believe it?'
From his manner, he was clearly enthused about doing a bit of fieldwork. But there remained a mischievous gleam to his eye. Before Gray could inquire further, they'd reached their destination.
The research room had undergone a dramatic transformation since they'd last been there. Books, manuscripts, and maps, along with stacked file boxes, covered the surface of the conference table. All three microfiche readers along the wall glowed with pages of old newsprint or pictures of yellowed documents.
Amid the chaos, Dr. Eric Heisman and Sharyn Dupre had their heads bowed over one of the boxes, searching its contents together. Heisman had shed his sweater and rolled up his sleeves. He removed a thin dog-eared- looking pamphlet and added it to a pile.
'Here's another of Franklin's monographs about the eruption...'
They looked up as Monk returned.
'Did you tell him?' Heisman asked.
