Mike Lawson
House Divided
1
A satellite orbits a blue planet, huge solar panels extended like wings.
Alpha, do you have Carrier?
Negative. Monument blocking.
Bravo, do you have Carrier?
Roger that. I have him clear.
Very well. Stand by.
Nothing more was recorded for eight minutes and forty-eight seconds. Time was irrelevant to the machines.
I think Messenger has arrived. Stand by.
Confirmed. It’s Messenger. Messenger is approaching Carrier. Alpha, do you have Messenger?
Roger that.
Bravo, do you still have Carrier?
Roger that.
Very well. Stand by. Transport, move into position.
Four point three seconds of silence followed.
Transport. Acknowledge.
A second later:
Transport. Acknowledge.
Four point nine seconds passed.
Alpha, do you have Messenger?
Roger that.
Bravo, do you have Carrier?
Roger that.
You have my green. I repeat. You have my green.
Three heartbeats later:
Transport, Transport. Respond.
There was no response.
I’ll transport in my vehicle. Maintain positions. Keep me advised.
Nothing more was recorded for six minutes and sixteen seconds.
This is Alpha. Two males approaching from the north. I have them clear.
Alpha, take no action. Do I have time to retrieve Carrier?
Negative.
Very well. Stand by.
One minute and forty three seconds later:
This is Alpha. The two males have stopped. They may have sighted Carrier. They have sighted Carrier. They’re approaching Carrier. I have them clear.
Alpha, take no action. Transport acknowledge.
Two point four seconds of silence.
Return to jump-off. I repeat. Return to jump-off.
After thirty-five minutes elapsed, a program dictated that the transmission was complete and the recording was compressed and sent in a single microsecond burst to a computer, where, in the space of nanoseconds, it was analyzed to determine if it met certain parameters. The computer concluded the recording did indeed meet those parameters, and at the speed of light it was routed through a fiberoptic cable and deposited in a server, where it would reside until a human being made a decision.
2
Jack Glazer was getting too old for this shit.
It was two in the morning, rain was drizzling down on his head because he’d forgotten to bring a hat, and he was drinking 7-Eleven coffee that had been burning in the pot for six hours before he’d poured the cup.
And there was a dead guy lying thirty yards from him.
“Has the ME been here?” he asked the kid, some newbie who’d been on the force maybe six months and looked about sixteen years old-but then all the new guys looked absurdly young to him. And naturally the kid was totally jacked up, this being the first homicide he’d ever caught.
“Been and gone,” the kid said. “Forensics sent one guy; he searched the vic, ID’d him from his wallet, and said he’d be back in a couple hours with his crew. They got another-”
“So who’s the victim?”
“The name on his driver’s license is Paul Russo. He was a nurse.”
“How do you know that?” Glazer asked.
“He had a card in his wallet, some kind of nurses’ association he belonged to. He also had the name of an emergency contact, some guy named-”
“Did you write down the contact’s name?” Glazer asked.
“Yeah.”
“Then you can give it to me later.”
“The thing is, sir, this guy has cash in his wallet and he still has his credit cards and his watch. So I don’t think we got a mugging here. I’m thinking drugs. I’m thinking this guy, this nurse, was pedaling shit. You know, Oxy, Vicodin, something, and he gets popped.”
“Could be,” Glazer said. “But now this is really important, uh…” Glazer squinted at the kid’s name tag. “Officer Hale. Where’s the body, Hale?”
Hale, of course, was confused by the question, because the body was clearly visible.
So Glazer clarified. “Hale, is the body in the park or out of the park?”
“Oh. Well, that’s kind of a tough call,” Hale said. “The head’s on the sidewalk but the feet are on the grass. I guess it’s kinda half in and half out.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. So why don’t you grab his heels and pull him all the way into the park.”
The kid immediately went all big-eyed on Glazer.
“I’m kidding, Hale,” Glazer said, but he was thinking, Shit. Why couldn’t the body have been in the park, or at least three-quarters in the park?
Paul Russo had been shot near the Iwo Jima Memorial, and the memorial was located in a park operated by the National Parks Service. This meant the park was federal property-technically, not part of Arlington County and out of Jack Glazer’s jurisdiction. If the guy had been shot in the park, Glazer would have pawned the case off on the feds without hesitation. He was already dealing with three unsolved homicides and he didn’t need another.
“Where are the two witnesses?” Glazer said.
“In the back of my squad car.”
“Did they see anything?”
“No. They’re dishwashers. They work at a Chinese restaurant over in Rosslyn and were on their way home. All they saw was a body on the ground and called it in.”
Great.
Glazer walked over to look at the body: a short-haired, slimly built man in his thirties with no distinguishing
