Morris leapt down from his control panel, opened a long narrow cupboard set into one of the metal walls, and hauled out a sheaf of maps. Jamie ran over to him, and they began to spread them across one of the tables.
“Northumberland, Northumberland,” said Morris aloud, casting aside map after map. Behind them something beeped, but neither he nor Jamie looked up.
“This is the one,” exclaimed Morris, and spread a map of the North Sea coast across the desk. The two men huddled over it, their fingers hovering in the air as they searched for the tiny coastal town of Fenwick.
“Jamie,” said Frankenstein, but the teenager didn’t even look up, just waved a hand and continued to pore over the map.
“Jamie!” said the monster again, loudly, and this time the urgency in the voice lifted the teenager’s head, a scowl creasing his features.
“What is-” Jamie stopped dead, his eyes following Frankenstein’s pointing finger to the giant screen. A new window had opened, containing an e-mail from an address that was an indecipherable combination of letters and numbers. There was no text in the body of the mail, just a single high-quality photograph of the T-shirt that had been hammered into the door of the Department 19 Northern Outpost. The yellow lettering that spelt out the word LINDISFARNE was clearly visible, as were the words scrawled below it, the drying blood a sickly black color: TELL THE BOY TO COME
Jamie took a long, deep breath and looked around at his friends. “That’s where she is,” he said.
Jamie unloaded his weapons on to the Ops Room desk and checked each one in turn. He didn’t look up when Frankenstein and Morris walked back into the room.
“I’ve spoken to the Northern Outpost,” Morris said. “They’ll control the press and keep the police off the island until we give them the all clear.”
“Good,” replied Jamie. “That’s good.” He retied the laces on his boots, clipped his body armor into place, and replaced the weapons in their holders. “I can feel you looking at me,” said Jamie, pulling one of his gloves on and fastening it to the sleeve of his uniform. “Say whatever you’ve got to say.”
“The rescue team will be back in a few hours,” said Morris. “Why don’t you wait, and then we can-”
“No waiting, Tom,” said Jamie. “I’m going now. Give me the code for Larissa’s cell.”
“What for?” asked Frankenstein.
“I’m taking her with me,” Jamie replied. He saw the look on the monster’s face, and he stopped what he was doing and faced him. “She didn’t do it, Victor. I know she didn’t. If you can’t believe me, that’s fine, but I trust her, and I’m taking her with me.”
“Jamie,” said Morris. “If she didn’t do it, then who did?”
“I don’t know,” replied Jamie. “All I know for certain is that it wasn’t her.”
Morris swallowed hard, then looked at Jamie, his face solemn, his eyes wide. “I think there’s something you should know,” he said. “But it’s not my place to tell you.”
Frankenstein stiffened in his chair. “Shut the hell up, Morris,” he said, his voice laced with threat.
Jamie looked at his two companions. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Morris lowered his eyes. “Ask him,” he said, pointing at Frankenstein. “Ask him where he was when your father died.”
Jamie stared at the monster, who was looking at Morris with open fury. Then the teenager’s head seemed to split open, and the memory of that night flooded into his mind.
Eight policemen wearing black body armor and carrying submachine guns were arranged across the driveway, the barrels of their weapons pointing toward the door that Julian was walking through.
“Put your hands above your head!” one of the policemen shouted. He was a huge man, wearing a full balaclava and a riot helmet that looked comically small atop his enormous shoulders. Jamie stared at the giant figure, blind terror coursing through him, and saw that the man’s tree-trunk arms were different lengths. “Do it now!”
Horror beyond anything Jamie had ever felt ripped through him, dumping ice-cold water down the length of his spine and turning his legs to jelly. He looked at Frankenstein.
Nonononononononononononononononononononononono nononononono.
His throat closed, and he gasped for air, bending over and placing his head between his legs, his hands gripping the thick pads on his knees, as he tried not to collapse.
Think of your mother. Don’t let her down now. Think of your mother.
He forced himself back upright and looked at Frankenstein. The monster was staring at him with a look of utter anguish on his face, and he had extended his hands across the table, as though he was reaching for Jamie.
The sight of the gray-green hands at the end of the monster’s uneven arms broke Jamie’s paralysis, and he recoiled, backpedaling away from the table.
“Jamie-” the monster began, but he was cut off.
“You were there,” said Jamie. “I remember now. You were there when they shot my dad.”
“Jamie, I-”
“Were you there or not?” screamed Jamie. “Don’t lie to me anymore! Were you there?”
Frankenstein shot a look of pure murder at Morris, who was looking at his hands, then returned his gaze to the teenager in front of him.
“I was there,” he said.
Jamie felt numb; as if he might never be able to feel again.
“Don’t you ever come near me again,” he said, his voice trembling. “I swear to God, I’ll kill you if you do.”
He turned his attention to Morris, who stared at him with the look of a man who has just committed a crime he knows he can never atone for.
“Tom,” Jamie said, “if you were willing to come to Lindisfarne with me and Larissa, I’d be very grateful. If you don’t want to, I understand. But I need the code to her cell, either way.”
Morris stood slowly up from the table. He avoided the gaze of Frankenstein, who was staring silently at him with hatred burning in his eyes.
“The code is 908141739,” he said, in a low voice. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll meet you in the hangar.”
“Thank you,” said Jamie. “Thank you very much.”
Then he turned and ran out of the Ops Room, toward the elevator at the end of the corridor.
Larissa was lying on her back in the middle of the floor when he ran down the cellblock. She sat up and smiled at him when he skidded to a halt in front of her cell.
“Back so soon?” she asked.
“I told you I would be,” he replied between deep breaths. He composed himself and looked at her.
“I know where my mother is,” he said. “I’m going to finish this, one way or the other, and I could use your help.”
She stood up slowly and stretched her arms above her head.
“There’s not much I can do from here,” she said.
Jamie reached over and pressed the buttons on the keypad beside her cell. The UV field disappeared.
Larissa walked out of her cell and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Let’s go,” she said.
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SPC Central Command
Kola Peninsula, Russia
The two Blacklight helicopters descended toward the SPC base, their engines roaring in the freezing air,
