door. “Computer forensics going over the lab?”
“They were going over everything with a fine-tooth comb. Taking everything they can…until the call came.”
“What call?”
Riker’s eyes narrowed. “Somewhere high up the food chain. Orders came down to focus only on the intrusion and murders. Stay away from the lab. National security and all that.”
“Is Bobby Chan on the forensic team here on-site?”
“Uh-huh. He’s packing up as we speak. You might be able to catch him in the parking lot.”
“Thanks.” Beck headed for the door. He found Bobby just about to climb into the driver’s seat. “Hold up a minute, my man.”
“Beck Malloy. I thought you’d show up.”
“Whatcha mean?” Beck said.
Chan leaned against the car, arms folded. “I’ve been here all day, and then we get this order to shut down. Before I can get out of the parking lot you show up. Is this your doing?” He glanced toward the lab, bathed in darkness. “You shut us down?”
“No way. In fact, I was hoping you could tell me what you learned.”
Puzzled, Chan unfolded his arms and stroked his jaw. “So if you didn’t shut us down, where did the order come from?”
“I don’t know, but I’d sure like to find out. I know you, Bobby. You don’t walk away because some boss tells you to. Did you get anything?”
A cagey smile emerged on Chan’s face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive. “I made a backup file to what I downloaded into my own laptop. Just in case some congressional watchdogs come snooping around wanting to know why we didn’t follow protocol and seize everything I have. Been down this road before. Politics always seem to come between us and getting the job done.”
“Can I take that with me, Bobby?”
A moment of indecision shone in Chan’s eyes. Reluctantly, he handed Beck the computer drive. “Guard it carefully. I don’t know what’s all on there, but the little I saw blew my mind.”
Grasping the drive, Beck glanced around to see if anyone might be watching. Riker was standing near the trailer, watching them. Shielding his movement from Riker, Beck hid the drive in a jacket pocket. “What did you see, Bobby?”
The computer specialist shook his head. “I saw plans to invade every electronic device known to man and decrypt anything we have ever tried to protect. I’m talking about code breakers on NSA and CIA encrypted fields, corporate security systems. The works. I have never seen anything like it.”
Beck watched Riker disappear into the command trailer. “That’s why I am here. To find out just how bad this company has exposed our national secrets. If this got out, it would make the WikiLeaks fiasco child’s play. Anyone who controls this technology might easily control the U.S. Maybe even the world.”
Chan whistled. “Maybe it’s a good thing we were ordered out of the lab.”
Somberly, Beck placed a hand on Chan’s shoulder. “Just be careful. That information you just downloaded could get you killed. Watch yourself.”
“You too, Beck. If the wrong person finds out why you are here, they’re going to slap a bull’s eye on your backside and invite anyone to collect a bounty on your head.”
Beck thanked the agent and moved away. It was only a matter of time before they started to put the pieces together. Only a matter of time until they learned who he was protecting.
One of them might already be in harm’s way. He prayed Joe O’Rourke would survive.
Chapter 51
Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport, Arizona
Gerrit spotted a sleek-nosed business jet ahead as their motorized cart drew near. He and the others made their way toward the plane, no one talking. Everyone seemed to be moving like zombies, still numbed by the fact that one of their own turned out to be a Judas and their leader turned up missing. Exhaustion and betrayal seemed to zap their strength.
Hours earlier, Jack Thompson arranged to get them on a smaller, luxury craft-a twin-engine 1980 Beechcraft King Air 200. A pilot patiently waited for them on a gravel strip just off Interstate 40 west of Albuquerque. They loaded up, then took off for Phoenix-no questions asked by the pilot. For all he knew, they could have been a bunch of drug runners just in from Mexico. The pilot most likely dealt with the colonel in the past and knew better than to inquire about Thompson’s travel partners.
They settled in as the jet began a circuitous trip across the county, bound for the United Kingdom. Jack would be dropped off at a major airport in Virginia before they headed out over the Atlantic. The group remained quiet and subdued, Alena and Willy finally succumbing to fatigue. Gerrit could not seem to fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Redneck’s angry face.
Jack, sprawled in the seat across the narrow aisle, leaned toward him. “Hey, you still awake?”
Gerrit opened his eyes. “Can’t sleep, sir.” Behind him, Willy began to snore and Alena seemed restless as she slumbered. “Redneck still bugs me. How did he slip through?”
“Been chewing that over myself. Kane must have recruited him as a plant years ago. I’m just surprised it took this long for that traitor to show his true colors.”
Gerrit nodded. “We have to rethink everything. He knows all our safe houses, all our secrets. He knows where Joe and Willy do business in Virginia.”
“That’s my first stop after you guys drop me off. Check out their place and clean it out of anything of importance.”
“We need to get set up with new identities, new lives, after…”
Jack seemed to read his mind. “Just focus on the mission. Joe will either survive or not. You know the odds.”
Gerrit shook his head. They were probably going to rescue a dead man. Richard would already have a trap set. “It seems almost pointless. But we have to know. We have to get in there and make sure.”
The colonel looked over at him. “Got a plan in mind?”
Gerrit closed his eyes again. “Got one that keeps coming to mind, Colonel. But I don’t like the odds.”
“The contact there will give you all the support he can. And I’ll start working on the electronic coverage you need. You should have an eye in the sky and a few drone flyovers if you need it. But the ground troops-that’s going to be hard to come by. Unless your contact can pull a rabbit out of the hat.”
He felt the back of his chair move. Alena pulled herself up, leaning over the seat. “Colonel, Joe has to be alive. He just has to be.”
Gerrit turned and saw her face flushed with anger. “We’ll do our best.”
“We’ll do better than that,” she said. “We are going to bring him home.”
Jack raised himself. “I’m going to check in with the pilot. I’ll be back later.”
When he left, Alena slid into the seat next to Gerrit. “How are we going to do this, Gerrit? Get inside Kane’s place?”
He looked at her. “I’ve got an idea, but I need to talk to our contact before we go any further. Need to know what kind of resources we’re working with on the ground.”
She rubbed her eyes, a weary expression on her face. “I feel if Redneck betrayed us, that anyone…” She stopped and shook her head.
“We have to stick together. Those of us who are left. And we have to trust each other. No matter what.”
She glared at him. “Trust is a hard thing to come by where I am from. Has to be earned. I thought we could trust Redneck, but he turned on us. Makes me wonder about the rest of us.”
“Makes you wonder about me?” He searched her eyes, looking for whatever she was trying to hide.
“No. I’ve seen what Kane took from you. Of all of us, you’ve lost the most.”
