Gideon's Corpse

Gideon thought to himself. Then he continued on into the guts of the building, following the helpful signs directing him toward Level 4.

66

Almost as soon as Gideon had disappeared down the hall, Stone Fordyce took out his cell phone and dialed Myron Dart’s telephone number. Fordyce had to intimidate his way through several subordinates before getting Dart himself on the phone.

The man came on, sounding tense. “Fordyce? What the hell is this all about? I thought you were, ah, taking time off.”

Fordyce took a deep breath. He had been going over this conversation in his mind for a while, thinking of the best way to approach it.

“I’m in Maryland…” He took a deep breath. “With Gideon Crew.”

This was met with a sudden silence. “Maryland? With Crew?” A freezing silence. “You’d better explain yourself.”

“We’re here following a bombshell lead. And I mean bombshell. You’ve got to listen to what I have to tell you.”

Another long silence, then a faint, muffled conversation. Fordyce wondered if Dart was initiating a triangulation on his cell signal. It’s what he would do, if he were in Dart’s place.

When Dart finally spoke again, his voice was like black ice. “I want to know exactly where you are and what you are doing.”

Fordyce plowed ahead. “I’ve got a laptop computer belonging to a certain individual, and on this computer is a document dated six years ago that spells out the entire terrorist plan, from beginning to end. It explains everything.”

Another long silence. “The name of this individual?”

“I’ll get to that in a moment.”

“You’ll tell me right now.”

Again Fordyce moved ahead. “I’ve got the computer with me, and if you’ll give me your email address I’ll send you the document.”

“You are insubordinate, Fordyce. I want you to take Crew into custody and come in right now, with Crew in handcuffs and leg irons, or I’ll have you arrested as an accomplice.”

“Give me your email address and I’ll send you this document.” Fordyce kept his voice steady, neutral. This wasn’t a good start. God, he hoped Gideon hadn’t been right about Dart. He had to get the man to see the document.

After a long, ticking silence, Dart finally gave him the address. Fordyce typed it into the computer and mailed off the document.

He continued holding the line. They must have located his position by now. It was the chance he had to take—whatever Gideon thought, this was too big for the two of them to handle. Either Dart would believe him or not.

A minute ticked by. Two minutes.

“Did you get it?” he asked.

“Just a moment,” Dart replied. His voice sounded thick, distracted. Another minute passed. Fordyce could hear Dart’s breathing. When he came back on, his voice had changed. It was steadier, calm. “Where did you get this?”

“Off a computer owned by Simon Blaine, the novelist.”

“But…in what context?”

“It’s a proposal for a thriller.”

“Who else knows about it?”

“Just Gideon.”

“What the hell are you doing teamed up with Crew?”

“He’s the one who found it.”

“It’s obviously a fake!” Dart suddenly exploded. “Gideon fabricated this—and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker!”

“No, no, no. Impossible. It was on an encrypted computer. I broke the encryption.”

“How the devil did he get this computer?”

“It’s a long story. The important thing is, today is N-Day. Which means today is the day they’re going to steal the smallpox.”

A beat. “You actually believe this?”

“Yes. I do. I’m certain of it.”

“And you’re at Fort Detrick now?”

“You know I am.”

“My God.” Another crackling silence.

“You need to get some troops out here, sir. Right now.”

“How can I believe this?”

“You can’t afford not to. A dozen troops would secure the place. Even if it turns out to be a hoax, you surely can spare the manpower—as insurance.”

“Yes…yes. I see your logic. But… All our military assets have been moved out of Fort Detrick. There’s nobody left on the base but low-level people, civilian doorshakers and a few scientists.” A silence. “Hold the line.”

Fordyce held the line. A few minutes later Dart came back on. “We’ve got a NEST rapid response team here on the roof. They were already on standby, suited up and ready to go. They’ll be there in ten minutes by chopper. Where exactly are you?”

“In the lobby of the USAMRIID building.”

“And Crew?”

“He went down to the Level Four lab, setting himself up to ambush Blaine…” Fordyce hesitated. “Look, he doesn’t know I’ve called you. He wanted to go it alone. It wasn’t worth arguing with him.”

“Christ. All right. Listen to me carefully. I want you to get out of the building and meet the team when they arrive by chopper. They’ll land in the parking lot in front of the entrance. Don’t tell Crew—leave him alone. I don’t trust him, and he’s liable to do something unpredictable. The men I’m sending are seasoned professionals. They’ll know exactly how to handle this situation.”

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea, leaving Crew in the dark.”

“You yourself called me behind his back. You know the guy’s unreliable, a loose cannon. The team I send will have strict orders to safeguard him.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I hope to hell for your sake this is good intelligence.”

“It’s solid gold.”

“Your job is to meet the team and identify yourself. Then you’re done. They’ll secure the building and the Level Four facility, they’ll find Crew and escort him out. When Blaine arrives, he’ll be taken into custody and this whole thing will be over. If this is real intelligence.”

“You can’t take the chance it isn’t real.”

“No. I can’t.”

Fordyce was encouraged by the relief he could hear in Dart’s voice.

“We’re going to secure the smallpox in a quiet, professional way,” Dart went on. “That’s it: no shoot-’em-up, no drama. If we do it quietly, we can roll up Blaine and his people before they even know what’s happening. I’ve been against this trigger-happy approach from the beginning. You understand? No shooting.”

“Yes, sir, I agree.” Dart, for all his bluster, got it in the end. Gideon’s predictions about the man had been wrong.