Torch of Freedom

his DNA. We'd have a better chance of getting a sample of Zilwicki's DNA, but he was from Gryphon. Nouveau Paris' population is an incredible stew, from everywhere, and Gryphon's population's genetic makeup isn't particularly distinct, either, so we couldn't even narrow an otherwise unidentified trace to either planet. We might have had a chance of identifying the Scrag—generically, at least—but even then only if she'd been a lot farther from the hypocenter. Ground zero, I should say. Technically, 'hypocenter' applies only to air bursts.'

'All right,' said Albrecht. 'I'm persuaded . . . mostly.' It was obvious to both his sons that the qualifier was pure spinal reflex on his part. 'Now the question is: who set off the bomb?' Albrecht nodded at the hologram. 'None of these people look to me like they were planning on committing suicide.' He shook his head. 'They were obviously going somewhere, and they were obviously in a hurry, even if they weren't exactly fleeing for their lives in panic. If they'd meant to kill themselves, then why go anywhere? And if they'd had even a clue a nuclear charge was about to go off less than fifty meters away, then I'd think they would have been going elsewhere a hell of a lot faster than they actually were!'

'We don't think they did it, Father. The possibility can't be ruled out, but we can't see any motivate they might've had to suicide. And as you say'—he nodded at the hologram himself—'that's definitely not the body language of people about to kill themselves, either.'

'If not them, then who?' Benjamin asked.

'I doubt if we'll ever know, for sure,' Collin replied. 'Our best guess, after chewing on it for quite some time, is that Jack killed them.'

'McBryde?' Albrecht frowned. 'But why . . . Oh. You think he thought—correctly or otherwise—that Cachat and Zilwicki had doublecrossed him?'

'That's one explanation, yes—and the one that's favored by most of my team. This scenario is that Jack was trying to defect with Simões but the negotiations broke down. Probably because Cachayt and Zilwicki decided they'd already gotten enough from him to make leaving Mesa worthwhile and that smuggling him and Simões off-planet wasn't worth the risk.'

'And McBryde suspected they might try that, and had laid that device ahead of time. And used a nuclear device—talk about overkill!—because he figured it would help eliminate anything that might be traced back to him.' Again, Albrecht rubbed his jaw. 'But how would he get them to be there at the right time?'

'Who knows? Keep in mind that he didn't have to finagle them into being there at any specific, preset time. Someone with Jack's training and experience could easily have set up a method of remote detonation, and there are several ways he could have known what escape route they'd be taking, even if he couldn't predict ahead of time when they'd be going through it. So he could have set the charge purely as an insurance policy. Then, once he knew he was going to execute Scorched Earth, he could have linked that detonation to the one in the tower. They happened almost simultaneously, after all.'

'In other words, he took his revenge before he checked out himself.'

'Or at the same time, you could say.' Collin raised his right hand. 'Father, the truth is that, given the havoc Jack wreaked on our computer systems and records, and the fact that Lajos Irvine is the only one of the central players who survived, we'll never know all of what happened, or exactly the reason why. All I can give you is the best assessment my people could come up with after a very long, thorough, exhaustive analysis.'

He leaned forward and switched off the memo pad.

'What we think most likely happened is that two separate sequences of events crossed each other. Jack, trying to defect with Simões, decided he was being doublecrossed. So, he planned to destroy Cachat and Zilwicki in a manner that would eliminate any trace of them, any evidence that could connect him to them. He'd figure we'd assume the Buenaventura explosion was an act of terrorism by the Audubon ballroom. Don't forget, he had a perfectly reasonable explanation for being in Gamma Center that day, with Simões. It had been on his calendar for at least two weeks. In fact, he'd specifically memoed Isabel about it.'

'And the surviving Gamma Center records confirm that's where the two of them were?' Benjamin's tone made the question a statement, and Collin nodded.

'Exactly. And, before you ask, Father, no, I can't be absolutely certain that the records which show Simões was there also weren't somehow faked. It wouldn't have been as hard for Jack to successfully fake those records as it would've been for Zilwicki to do the same thing at the Buenaventura, but why should he have? There's no way he himself wasn't present when he destroyed the Gamma Center. That much we know for certain, because Scorched Earth had to be triggered by someone inside the facility. It can't— couldn't—be done by remote control.'

He scowled.

'In fact, it wasn't supposed to be possible for Scorched Earth to be triggered by any single person, either, no matter where they were. Trust me, some people have already . . . heard from me about that one. Jack figured out a way to circumvent the two-man protocols, and nobody was supposed to be able to do that.'

'So you're assuming McBryde didn't find out about the doublecross until he and Simões had already met in his office,' Albert said.

'Yes, and that's where the second sequence of events comes into play. What Jack overlooked—probably because he'd been out of the field long enough for his fieldcraft to get rusty—was the possibility that Irvine might have set up his own surveillance equipment and spotted him meeting Zilwicki. Irvine didn't recognize Zilwicki as Zilwicki because we hadn't spread that information far enough down the chain for him to have any idea what Zilwicki actually looked like. But he did understand that something fishy was going on, so he alerted Isabel. He got through to her on the same morning Jack's negotiations with Zilwicki and Cachat collapsed, and she went down to the Gamma Center to find out just what the hell Jack was up to.'

'In other words, it was just really bad timing from McBryde's point of view,' Albert mused. 'He'd probably have gotten away with killing Cachat and Zilwicki, and he must've had plans for dealing with Simões, too, in the event that his defection fell through. But then Isabel showed up out of the blue, and he realized the wheels had come completely off. There was no way he was going to get away with it, and he knew what the penalty would be, so he committed suicide and took out Cachat and Zilwicki at the same time.'

'That's the consensus,' Collin confirmed. But Benjamin, who'd been studying his brother closely through the previous explanation, cocked his head.

'Why do I get the feeling you don't agree with that consensus, Collin? Or not fully, at least?'

'Hard to keep secrets between us, isn't it?' Collin gave him a wry smile. 'You get that feeling because it's true. I think there's another explanation, one that's more likely, given the principals. But I'll also add that no one else on my team agrees with me, and it's possible I'm being sentimental.'

His father had been studying him carefully, as well. Now Albrecht leaned forward slightly, propping one elbow on his desk.

'You think McBryde had a last-minute change of heart,' he said softly.

'Not . . . exactly.' Collin frowned. 'The thing is, I knew Jack McBryde. We worked together for years, and one of Jack's best qualities was that he wasn't vindictive in the least. In fact, probably less vindictive than almost anyone I can imagine. That's one of the reasons he was so popular with his subordinates. Jack would discipline people, when it was necessary. Sometimes even harshly. But never more harshly than was necessary, and never out of anger. I've seen him mad, plenty of times, but it never came out in the way he treated other people. On the other hand . . .'

'He was squeamish.'

'Yes, Father.' Collin sighed. 'It was his biggest weakness, frankly. In fact, it was the reason I had him assigned to Gamma Center originally. Or, rather, the reason I had his permanent file quietly tagged 'not for field ops' and moved him over to the security side in the first place.'

'I don't see where you're going with this,' Benjamin said with a slight frown.

'I do,' Albrecht said. 'Why would an overly softhearted person with no history of vindictiveness or vengefulness kill—how many people was it, Collin?'

'As I say, we're figuring a minimum of thirty or forty for the Buenaventura explosion. Personally, I think it was probably close to twice that many, if you count the unregistered seccies who were probably caught in it, as well. We can add another sixty for the Gamma Center—even on a Saturday—even before we count Isabel, her team, and Jack itself.'