‘Sure, but the only bread we got is rye.’ Freddy had a surfer boy’s easy accent.
‘That’ll do, I’m sure. Thank you so much.’ Victor waited for Freddy to leave the room, put an unafraid gaze on Miles. ‘Celeste’s told me the basics of the trouble you all are in.’
‘I appreciate your willingness to help us,’ Miles said. ‘I know you run a popular Web site for people with posttraumatic stress disorder…’
‘And you want to know if you can trust me with your secrets.’
‘Well…’
‘It’s all right, Miles. I’ve had my site for a couple of years now. A million hits a month. I do database consulting work for the government, I’m an independent contractor. Don’t worry, I’m not a fed. I’m not calling the cops on you all, because Celeste says you’re after a medicine that could help every traumatized patient in the world. Including me, including Freddy.’
‘Is he, um, your boyfriend?’ Nathan asked.
Victor shook his head. ‘No. I find me a lost lamb, let ’em stay till they’re on their feet. Always a PTSDer. Like you, like me. I got my legs and arm blown off on 9/11.’
‘Victor was at the Pentagon,’ Celeste said quietly.
‘Before Freddy I had a young lady staying with me, saw her brother and her fiance gunned down in a gang war in Compton. Before that another soldier from Iraq. Before that a young father who lost his parents and his children, drowning before his eyes, in Hurricane Katrina. Never a shortage of pain in this world. I help ’em get back on their feet best they can and then I send ’em out to help another soul.’
‘You need to help us with eyes wide open. Celeste killed a man in self-defense but we didn’t report it. I’m hiding from the witness protection program. Groote helped us flee the scene of a multiple homicide in Yosemite.’ Victor gave Groote a brief but appraising stare, and Miles wondered exactly how much Celeste had told him about the man. ‘People want us dead. And the government, at least a slice of it no one acknowledges, is involved in a major cover-up over medical research.’
Victor Gamby pointed at his eyes. ‘Wide open. Start talking.’
Miles told him the entire story, from his morning meeting with Allison and Sorenson, to arriving on Victor’s doorstep. Victor didn’t interrupt. Freddy stumbled through the room and noisily assembled sandwiches and salad in the kitchen. Celeste stood to go help the blind soldier and Victor grabbed her arm. ‘Freddy’s got to cope. Let him be. Kindest thing in the world for him.’ Celeste sat back down and Miles finished their account.
Victor frowned. ‘First of all. This medicine. Frost. You understand there’s ongoing research in this area – how to minimize the impact of PTSD.’
‘I don’t know much about it.’
‘I keep up with every PTSD research angle being pursued. Most shrinks don’t have the resources to deal with traumatic memory. Dose us with antidepressant meds and pray for mercy. Because PTSD’s a bitch to treat, with a smorgasbord of symptoms, and onset that varies widely after the initial trauma. Rumor has it the Chinese government experimented with beta blockers and memory diminishment, on political prisoners, back in the early nineties and got nowhere. There are highly regarded teams doing legitimate research at Harvard and at UC-Irvine. But if Frost can diminish traumatic memory long after the event takes place, then Frost is much, much further along.’
‘First to market,’ Miles said.
‘It meant millions to Quantrill,’ Groote said, ‘if we’re looking at cold, hard cash.’
Victor nodded. ‘Profits in the billions, if the research is already completed.’
‘So the buyers at this auction Sorenson’s staging will be very serious,’ Celeste said.
‘People will risk a lot for profits that big. Nice how they want to help us, isn’t it?’ Victor gave a low, soft laugh.
‘If Sorenson is ex-Pentagon,’ Miles said, ‘can your connections give us info on him, or where Dodd might have hidden Groote’s daughter?’
‘You understand that the news is saying the Bridalveil shootings was the work of a deranged ex-soldier. Lost his mind. Nobody in the government’s going to own up to your dead friend.’ Victor cleared his throat.
Celeste said, ‘So someone’s already covering up for Dodd and the Pentagon.’
Victor shrugged. ‘I’ll see what I can find, but I make no promises. I’m not a hacker. I’m not doing anything illegal to help you. I can trade on connections, on favors – it’s the grease in Washington – but I may get every door slammed in my face. I’m not a government employee – my power base is dependent on my contractor connections and my fame in advocacy for PTSD patients. So I may get nowhere.’
‘My daughter-’
‘I’ll do everything I can,’ Victor said. ‘But I have to tell you, Dennis, that if I were Dodd, I would have gotten Amanda out of the country on a government flight. To a safe house in Mexico, or in the Caribbean. But off American soil. Finding her will not be easy.’
‘Understood,’ Miles said. ‘Thank you, Victor.’
‘We don’t have a dinner bell, but the quiet tells me that Freddy’s got dinner ready. Let’s eat. Then I’ll start working the phone and the computers and see if I hit any lucky numbers.’
FIFTY-ONE
‘We should rest,’ Celeste said.
‘You’re right.’ Exhaustion seeped into Miles’s whole body. Victor had excused himself into his office, banned them from interrupting him. Groote sat on the quiet of the back porch, watching the moonlight peeking out from the clouds. Miles observed him for a minute – the first time leaving Groote alone – and followed her to the guest bedroom she had claimed, and saw twin beds.
‘Nathan’s sharing with Freddy. They can talk about the war. Groote can sleep upstairs, assuming he’s human and can sleep. You don’t mind, do you?’ she said.
‘Of course not.’
She lay down on one bed and he lay down on the other. They faced each other across the space – a side table, a lamp, separating them.
‘Big risk to trust Groote,’ she said.
‘ Trust is too strong a word. He’s using us, but we’re using him, so it’s okay.’
‘He looks at you,’ Celeste said, ‘in a way I don’t like.’
‘He’s sweet on me.’
‘Don’t joke. He acts as if he still has a score to settle.’
‘He’s a hired gun,’ Miles said, ‘but he’s off the job. Now it’s personal, as they say in the movie trailers. As long as he thinks we can help him get his daughter back, he’ll work with us. I know how to keep him leashed.’
‘I imagine Victor coming to tell us he’s found Amanda, where she is, and then Groote kills us all and goes on his merry way.’
‘I won’t let that happen.’ Miles jostled the bed, trying to get comfortable.
‘You remembered something.’
‘No.’
‘Miles. I don’t know you that well, I suppose, but I can tell. What happened?’
He pulled his jacket close around him, as if cold.
‘It’s warm in here. You could take off your jacket.’
‘No. I’m comfortable.’
‘I noticed you don’t like to take off your jacket.’
‘I get cold.’
‘Don’t lie.’
‘I keep something I meant to give Allison in my jacket.’
‘What?’
He realized he had nothing to lose; he would be leaving Celeste soon enough, probably to never see her
