names on the file tabs. Every single one of them.
“It’s you,” he whispered.
And in his mind he saw the apples cascading onto the floor and going every which way.
He shoved the file drawer closed and the loud bang echoed off the concrete floor and steel walls, startling him like a shot. He looked out into the night through the open door and listened. He heard nothing, not even the music anymore. Only silence.
His eyes moved to the computer monitor and he studied the numbers moving lazily around on the screen. He knew the computer had been left on for a reason. Not because Noone was coming back; McCaleb knew he was long gone. No, it had been left on for him. McCaleb had been expected here. He knew this now, knew in his heart that Noone had choreographed every move.
McCaleb tapped the space bar and the screen saver disappeared. In its place was a prompt for a password. McCaleb didn’t hesitate. He had the sense he was being played like a piano. He typed in numbers in an order he knew by heart.
903472568
He hit the enter key and the computer went to work. In a few moments the password was accepted and the screen flashed to the program manager template, a white screen with various icons spread across the field. McCaleb studied these quickly. Most were for accessing games. There also were icons for accessing America Online and Word for Windows. The last symbol he looked at was a tiny file cabinet and he guessed that was the computer’s file manager icon. He found the electronic mouse on the side of the computer and used it to move the computer arrow to the file cabinet. He double-clicked and the screen flashed to the file manager. It was basic computer navigating. In the file manager the listing of files ran down the left side of the screen in a neat column. Choosing one of the files and clicking the arrow on it would bring up the titles of the documents contained in that file in a column on the right side of the screen.
Using the mouse, McCaleb ran the arrow down the files column, studying each one. Most were software files for the operation of various icon programs such as America Online, the Las Vegas Casino game and others. But eventually he came to a file titledCODE. He clicked the mouse and several document titles appeared on the right side of the screen. He read through these quickly and realized they corresponded with the names on the file tabs in the desk drawer.
All except for one document. McCaleb stared at it for a long moment, his finger raised and poised over the mouse button.
McCaleb.doc
He clicked the mouse and the document quickly filled the screen. McCaleb began to read it like a man reading his own obituary. The words filled him with dread, for he knew that they unalterably changed his life. They stripped his soul from him, took any meaning from his accomplishments and made a horrible mockery of them.
Hello Agent McCaleb:
It is you out there, I would hope.
I will assume so. I will assume that you have lived up to that wonderful reputation you carried so nobly.
I wonder? Are you alone? Are you running from them now as a wanted man? But, of course, now you have what you need to save yourself from them. But I am asking about before now, how did it feel to be the hunted one? I wanted you to know that feeling. My feelings… A terrible thing to live with fear, no?
Fear never sleeps.
Most of all, what I wanted was a place in your heart, Agent McCaleb. I wanted always to be with you. Cain and Abel, Kennedy and Oswald, darkness and light. Two worthy opponents, chained together through time…
I could have killed you. I had that power and opportunity. But it would have been too easy, don’t you think? The man on the dock, asking directions. Your morning walk, the man on the rock jetty with the fishing pole. Do you remember me?
Now you do. I was there. But it would have been too easy, don’t you agree? Too easy.
You see, I needed something more than vengeance or the vanquishing of a foe. Those are the goals of fools. I wanted-no, I needed and craved-something different. To test you first by turning you into me. The villain. The hunted one.
Then, when you emerged from that fire, your skin scorched but your body whole, to reveal myself as your most ardent benefactor. Yes, it was me. I followed her. I studied her. I chose her for you. She was my Valentine to you.
You are mine forever, Agent McCaleb. Every breath you take belongs to me. Every beat of that stolen heart is the echo of my voice in your head. Always. Every day.
Remember…
Every breath…
McCaleb folded his arms across his chest and held himself as though he had been flayed open with a blade. A deep shudder rolled through him and a moan escaped his throat. He pushed the chair back from the desk, away from the horrible message still on the screen, and bent his body forward into the crash position. His plane was going down.
Suddenly, he felt a cold hand on his neck and he jumped, a shriek escaping from his throat like a prisoner going over the wall. He sat up. It was Winston. His reaction had scared her as much as she had scared him.
“Terry? Are you okay?”
“Yes. I mean, no. It’s him. Noone is the Code Killer. He killed all of them. The last three for me. He did it until he got it right. He killed Gloria Torres for her heart. For me. So that I would live and be the testament to his glory.”
The coincidence of the name and Noone’s purpose suddenly struck McCaleb.
“Wait a minute,” Winston said. “Slow down. What are you talking about?”
“It’s him. It’s all here. Check the files, the computer. He killed those others. He then decided to save me. To kill for me.”
He pointed to the computer screen, where the message to McCaleb was still displayed. He waited while she read it but finally couldn’t contain himself.
“All the pieces, they were right there. All the time.”
“What pieces?”
“The code. It was so simple. He used every digit but the number one. No one. Get it? I am no one. That’s all he was saying.”
“Terry, let’s talk about this later. Tell me how you got here? How did you know it was Noone?”
“The tape. The session we did with him.”
“The hypnosis? What about it?”
“Remember how I told you not to speak so the subject would not be confused?”
“Right. You said only you should ask questions to Noone. Anything between us should be signals or written down.”
“But at the end, when I knew it was all going to shit, I got frustrated. I said to you, ‘Anything else?’ and you shook your head no. I asked, ‘Are you sure?’ and you shook your head again. I broke my own rule by speaking to you. The thing is, I asked those questions to you out loud. So Noone should have answered me. If he was in a true hypnotic trance, he should have answered because he would not have known those questions were directed at you. But he didn’t answer. It shows cognizance of the situation. He knew, either by the direction of my voice or its
