Russians, had attached it to Gilpin’s hard drive with narrow cables.
“Looks like they were downloading his shit,” said Bunny. He nudged the device. The PDA and the hard drive had been smashed to junk by gunfire.
“No way to know if they were downloading the data to take it or forwarding it on. Maybe they tortured him to get his passwords.”
“All this for a computer hacker?”
“I think we just stepped in somebody else’s shit.”
Bunny grunted. “It’s our shit now. Big Bob makes it or not, I’m going to want a piece of somebody’s ass for this. Whoever ordered this.”
“Hooah,” murmured Top. “The captain’s going to take this amiss.”
“We’d better call him.”
“He’s at the cemetery this morning.”
“He’ll want to know about this,” Bunny said, but before he could punch in a number Top’s phone rang.
Top looked at the code. “Uh-oh,” he said. “It’s the big man.” He flipped open his phone. “Sir.”
Mr. Church said, “Operations just informed me that there’s been an incident, that one of ours is down. Give me a sit rep.”
Top told him everything. “EMTs don’t like what they’re seeing. Big Bob’s in the ambulance now. We were just about to call Captain Ledger.”
“Scratch that, First Sergeant. We have a more pressing problem.”
“Sir?”
Church told him about the NSA. “It’s possible you men are off their radar because you’ve been operating with Bureau credentials, but now that this has happened the bloodhounds will be running.”
“What do you want us to do?”
“As soon as Captain Ledger surfaces we’ll find you some air transport and the three of you will head west. We’ve lost track of the Denver team and that incident may be separate from this-and it may be a lot more important,” Church said. “I want you two to vanish. Get off the radar and stay off until you make contact with Major Courtland, Captain Ledger, or myself. Don’t get taken. You may use any methods short of lethal force.” He read off a string of possible locations and made Top read them back. “Go to each one in order. Wait ten minutes. If Captain Ledger does not come, proceed to the next one until you rendezvous. He’ll have further instructions.”
“Yes, sir.” Top paused. “But what about Big Bob? We were going to go to the hospital once Jerry Spencer gets here.”
“Agent Spencer will neither need nor want your help, First Sergeant; and as for Sergeant Faraday… he’ll be protected. I have some friends in Wilmington who will watchdog him. I want you and Sergeant Rabbit to get mobile and get gone most riki-tik.”
He hung up.
Bunny, who had leaned close to eavesdrop, stepped back and looked at Top. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“I don’t know, Farmboy, but the man said to get our asses into the wind, so let’s boogie.”
Bunny lingered for one moment longer, first looking at the bodies sprawled in the motel room and then turning to gaze at the smears of blood where Big Bob had gone down.
“Son of a bitch must pay,” Bunny said.
Top nodded. “Hooah.”
Then they were gone.
Chapter Fourteen
Cotonou, Benin
Six days ago
Dr. Arjeta Hlasek sat back in her chair, her pointed chin resting on the tips of steepled fingers. Her expression was a patchwork of doubt, concern, and alarm. The two doctors who sat on the other side of her desk looked road worn and deeply stressed, their eyes hollow with exhaustion. Both of them sat straight in their chairs, their hands fidgeting on the stacks of test results and lab reports they each had on their laps.
“I… don’t know what to say,” began Dr. Hlasek. “This is disturbing to say the least, but what you’re describing… Well, I don’t know.”
The younger of her visitors, Dr. Rina Panjay, leaned forward, her voice low and urgent. “Dr. Hlasek… we’ve done the tests. We’ve had blind verification from two separate labs, and they verify what our own tests show.”
“She’s right, Arjeta,” agreed Thomas Smithwick. “And I can understand your hesitation. I didn’t believe it, either, when Rina first told me. I ran every kind of test I could think of-most of them several times. The lab work doesn’t even vary; it’s not like there’s a margin for error here.”
“But,” Dr. Hlasek said, half-smiling, “a genetic disease that has mysteriously mutated into a waterborne pathogen? There’s no precedent for something like this.”
Smithwick paused, then said, “There wouldn’t be… not outside of a biological warfare facility.”
“You think that’s what you’ve found? A new bioweapon that somehow escaped quarantine and has gotten into the water supply in Oueme? That’s a lot to swallow, Thomas. Who would do such a thing? Moreover, who would fund research of that kind? It’s absurd; it’s fantasy.”
“Haven’t you been listening? We have over three hundred infected people right now,” snapped Dr. Panjay, and then suddenly regretted her tone of voice. Dr. Arjeta Hlasek was the Regional Director for the World Health Organization and a major political force in the United Nations. She was one of Switzerland’s most celebrated doctors and had three times been part of teams nominated for the Nobel Prize. Hlasek was not, however, a patient or tolerant person, and she wilted Panjay with a blast from her ice blue eyes.
Dr. Panjay dropped her eyes and stammered a quick apology.
“Arjeta,” said Smithwick in a mollifying tone, “my young friend here is exhausted. She’s been in the thick of this, caring for dozens of patients at her clinic and doing fieldwork to collect samples and helping to bury the dead. She’s running on fumes right now.”
“I appreciate the diligence and dedication,” said Dr. Hlasek with asperity. “Still… I find this rather a lot to swallow. Our organization is built on veracity. We’ve had bad calls in the past that have weakened public trust, and weakened financial support.”
Smithwick shook his head, his own patience beginning to erode. “This isn’t like the cock-up with the Ebola scare last year. This is a real crisis backed by irrefutable evidence.” He took his entire stack of notes and thumped them down on Hlasek’s desk. “This is immediate and it requires immediate action.”
The Swiss doctor blew out her cheeks and studied the papers and then the two doctors.
“Understand me, Thomas… and Dr. Panjay,” she began in a measured tone. “I
“But people are dying!” urged Panjay.
“Yes, they are,” agreed Hlasek, “and more are going to die before we verify the results and map out a protocol for handling this. However, if we don’t move with the greatest care then many, many more will die in the ensuing panic. Thomas, you’ve seen this happen; you tell her.”
Smithwick nodded and patted Panjay’s hand. “She’s right. A panic breaks down the lines of communication that are, quite literally, the lifelines for the people. You’ll not only have masses of people fleeing blindly, which would make effective treatment impossible, you’ll also see warlords and criminals raiding our supplies for treatments, food, pure water… no, Dr. Hlasek is quite correct. This needs to be handled correctly or we’ll have thrown gasoline onto this fire you’ve discovered.”
Panjay turned away to hide the tears that jeweled her eyes. Her mind was filled with the faces of all of the people in the village where she ran her clinic. Half were already dead, the rest sick. She understood what Hlasek
