their track records for the previous six months revealed each had been financially healthy until the day of Sterling's death.
So many people had their own financial woes in the economic minefield that was post-Pulse America that Logan knew no one would look very close at a calamity suffered by the wealthy likes of Jared Sterling. The country was in no mood to pity some billionaire who'd flung himself off a building at the first sign of trouble.
No, Logan told himself, no one would look into this… except Eyes Only. And Eyes Only knew somebody was cooking the books. The question was… who?
Logan had far more questions than he had answers, and whenever he spotted that pattern, his mind turned to a cover-up. And when he thought cover-up, he thought government, and when he thought government… in the case of a mysteriously missing X5, anyway… Eyes Only turned to Manticore.
He knew more about the organization now, but he still had few hard facts. Lydecker's group did, however, seem to have the kind of major clout to pull off a cover-up of this magnitude— sweeping murders under the carpet, perhaps committing more murders in the process.
But the question that nagged him was…
…
For Logan, the inevitable and rather chilling answer was: because Manticore had caught up with Seth.
This gave Logan a whole new scenario for what may well have happened at the Space Needle on that rainy, windy night… a scenario even more disturbing than his previous theory.
Initially he'd thought that Manticore had somehow caught up with Seth at the Needle, and captured him. Only, if Lydecker had nabbed his renegade X5, and taken him away, why had Sterling also been killed?
Not just Sterling, but the other witnesses, the Korean, the bodyguards, and God alone knew how many other unrecorded victims…
But if Seth had been captured, alive… why kill anyone? These witnesses were involved in a crime; they could be coerced into silence, easily enough. Sterling, Kafelnikov, and the others would have no knowledge of Manticore and the X5 program; to them, Seth would merely be an extraordinary physical specimen.
The only answer Logan could come up with was that Manticore had tried to intercept Seth in the midst of the art deal going down… and Seth had not gone quietly into that rainy night, and Manticore had been forced to kill its wandering son.
In front of witnesses.
Who had to die, so Manticore could cover its tracks.
The cyberjournalist turned away from the window and moved aimlessly through his rich man's apartment. He could not be sure this scenario was the correct one, but he felt certain he could not be far off the mark. And it made him feel sick…
Bitterly, Logan recalled how he'd lectured Seth about ethics, and yet… hadn't he ruthlessly, recklessly used Seth?
No matter how noble Logan's motives might be, in the end, he'd used the young X5 for his own purposes… which had gotten Seth killed.
If Logan Cale had helped Seth disappear, as the boy had requested, instead of recruiting him to help in the Eyes Only crusade, maybe the young man would be plotting his next revenge against Manticore from somewhere remote and safe, like the small town near the Arctic Circle where he'd sent the lab tech, Ben Daly.
Logan fell heavily onto his bed, on his back, and took off his glasses, resting them on the nightstand and closing his eyes, pressing a thumb and forefinger to the inner bridge of his nose.
Sleep would not come easily tonight… or any other night, not for a very long time. The guilt he felt for getting Seth killed would gnaw at him like a small, voracious animal, always there, chewing him up inside. When sleep did come, it would only be after considerable reflection on the memory of Seth, and speculation on whether Logan had himself tumbled into the ends-justify-the-means abyss.
A few months from now, Logan Cale— Eyes Only— would meet another X5, recognizing a young woman's superior feats as those of a Manticore soldier… with the barcode to match.
But his sense of guilt over the death of one of her sibs would prohibit Logan from immediately confessing his “crime” to her. He would work with her, collaborate with her as he had with Seth, in the pursuit of Eyes Only's crusade… though always filtered through what he had learned from his first unhappy experience with an X5.
The second X5 would be beautiful and trusting of him, and— as he fell in love with her— Logan's secret would turn dark and even fester; but he wouldn't tell her, for fear of driving her away.
It would be a very long time before she learned his secret… and when she finally did, it would come at a terrible time in both their lives, with a potentially damaging cost.
Tonight, however, Logan Cale's major problem was getting some rest. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Sleep tonight would indeed be a long time coming.
THE SPACE NEEDLE
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, 2019
The rain rivaled that other night, not so long ago, when so many had died here.
Max wasn't sure what had drawn her back to this place, with its awful memories. She sat, hugging her knees, rain drops pearling off black leather, her hair turning into thick wet braids, baring the barcode on her neck, her impassive face streaked with what might have been tears… but was just precipitation.
She'd climbed all the way— not just to the observation deck, this time, but farther, to the hard curved metal of the top. She sat up there now, the wind whipping her, a punishment that seemed strangely pleasant on this dark night, the city's scattered lights like fallen stars before her.
Max would reflect here, in the days and months and years to come, on many things. Sometimes she would still be perched there, when dawn came.
Was she wrong, she wondered, to want to find her real family? These surrogate families hadn't worked out so well— the Barretts, an abusive father, an enabling mother, and yet another lost sister; the Chinese Clan, with Moody and Fresca and the others, where she had perhaps felt the most at home, until her mentor's life of crime, and her own Manticore-haunted past, had led to slaughter.
Of course, she was making a new family now, with Original Cindy, Kendra, Herbal, Sketchy, even Normal… the whole Jam Pony gang. Max hoped she would not endanger them, too; she would do her best to protect them from the darkness that followed her…
… but they would never be her only family, her real family. She had connected with Seth for such a short, even tragic time; and yet making that link had been a revelation to her.
They were out there, her siblings, out in that world somewhere, stretching endlessly before her from her Space Needle roost; and she would just have to keep on searching.
How could she not? Lydecker surely would.
Max smiled and shook her head, flinging water, but not noticing. She had come out of all this with only one tangible thing— the Heart of the Ocean, a blue stone so hot, so precious, she had almost been unable to fence it. What she finally wound up with was a nice wad of cash… about enough to keep Vogelsang on the job for another month or two.
Now that the violence was over, the Needle had a stately silence— not to mention a fabulous view— and she could reflect, in this terrible yet somehow sacred place, where her brother had died. She would come here, from time to time, to think… and to be with Seth.
MAX ALLAN COLLINS has earned an unprecedented eleven Private Eye Writers of America “Shamus” nominations for his historical thrillers, winning twice for his Nathan Heller novels,
(1983) and
(1991).
A Mystery Writers of America “Edgar” nominee in both fiction and nonfiction categories, Collins has been hailed as “the Renaissance man of mystery fiction.” His credits include five suspense-novel series, film criticism, short fiction, songwriting, trading-card sets, and movie/TV tie-in novels, including
