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'He did,' Loh replied. 'He did not tell me what they may have found out, if anything. I'm not sure he would have known.'

'So you don't really know the extent to which the government is investigating Darling or what else they may have found,' Jelbart said.

'No,' Loh said.

'If they had evidence connecting Darling to the death of his wife, they would have gone after him,' Coffey said. 'Australia and Singapore have an extradition arrangement.'

'I can't imagine him being careless enough to leave any kind of trail,' Jelbart remarked.

'As American presidents and corporate CEOs have demonstrated with regularity, powerful people often feel bulletproof,' Coffey pointed out. 'Though I am intrigued, FNO Loh. You seem pretty certain that Jervis Darling had his wife murdered.'

'By all accounts, he is a possessive man.'

'And are all possessive men killers?' Coffey asked.

'I believe most people would be killers if they thought they could get away with it,' she answered.

'I'm not sure I agree, but that's not important,' Coffey said. 'FNO Loh, do you have access to the government files on Darling?'

'I don't know,' Loh admitted. She found herself over-enunciating the words as she forced them from her mouth. 'But I'll find out,' she added.

'When you do, ask if they have anything on Mahathir bin Dahman, a Malaysian billionaire,' Coffey said. He spelled the name for her. 'Have you ever heard of him?'

'Again, only what I have read in the newspapers,' she said. 'He is heavily involved in the development of real estate.'

'Any scandals?' Coffey asked.

'None of which I am aware,' the officer reported. That was a somewhat milder form of 'I don't know.' It did not come out any easier. FNO Loh wished she did not feel as though she had to impress these two men. They certainly were not pushing her.

'All right,' Coffey said. 'Anything you can find will be more than we have now.'

'Have you heard anything more about the sailor from the sampan?' Loh asked.

'The last report I had from the hospital was about ninety minutes ago,' Jelbart said. 'The patient was sedated and not speaking.'

'Do they have anyone who can speak Malay in case he does say something?' she asked.

'The intercom is on, and there is a voice-activated tape recorder at his bedside,' Jelbart said. 'Anything he says will be recorded and played for someone who can translate. I'll make certain you hear it as well.'

'Thank you,' she said. Loh had to admit that for men, these two seemed all right.

'The question is, what do we do while we wait?' Coffey asked.

'If I may make a suggestion,' Loh said.

'Please,' Coffey replied.

'I will contact Singapore for those files. But we have a saying in the military: 'Do not wait. Advance.' '

'I'm sure that reads well in a textbook,' Coffey said.

'It works in practice, Mr. Coffey,' Loh replied. It felt good to say that with certainty. 'I believe that we should try to collect our own intelligence about Mr. Darling.'

'I'm a coastal police officer, not a spy,' Jelbart said. The warrant officer was not complaining. It sounded to Loh as though he were frustrated. And a little concerned. 'I'm also afraid that the more Australians who know about this, the greater the odds of Darling finding out. We're still talking about theories, and highly speculative ones at that.'

'Our top spy will land in Australia a few hours from now,' Coffey said. 'He'll know what to do.'

'I can tell you what we have to do,' Loh replied.

'Can you?' Coffey asked.

'Yes.' It felt good to be able to answer this one, too. Because the answer was not only right, it was obvious. 'We should not waste time following the 130-5 trail. It is already cold.'

'What should we do?' Coffey asked.

'Make sure that Jervis Darling is unable to kill,' she replied. 'Again.'

Chapter Thirty-Four

Washington, D.C. Friday, 12:31 P.M.

'Boss, would you please authorize the uploading of a benevolent systemic virus?'

The man in the doorway was portly Matt Stoll. The young computer genius was standing there with his arms at his sides and his expression deadpan. Unless there was a crisis, Paul Hood had learned to take nothing the technical wizard said seriously. Stoll was not just a proudly archetypical nerd, he was a proudly archetypical nerd on steroids. It was not enough for him to be smart. He was aggressively intelligent, still driven by the curiosity and precociousness that must have made him an elementary school terror.

'A benevolent virus,' Hood said, playing along. 'What did you have in mind?'

'Something that would allow users of National OnLine Operations to enjoy a functioning Internet provider,' Stoll said. 'Every time I open an attachment, I get booted. Every time I download a photograph, I get booted. Every time I try to access data, I'm told that the system is busy.'

'Matt, am I wrong in believing that we do most of our on-line work through U.S. Governet?'

'You are not incorrect,' Stoll said in his characteristic monotone. 'I am talking about a system I use at home. However, our computers here have the juice to really spruce up the service.'

'Permanently?' Hood asked.

'No. For just an hour. To show those NOLO incompetents what they could have if they upgraded their systems and paid more attention to customers than to their stock prices,' Stoll said.

'I'll tell you what,' Hood replied. 'No.'

Stoll seemed unfazed. 'They are an evil empire, sir. This is a crisis situation. It is within the parameters set by the NCMC charter to involve ourselves.'

'The charter also specifies the process by which executives other than the director, deputy director, and acting directors may request operational status for a project,' Hood said. 'Write a report and submit it to the CIOC. If the committee backs this, you will have my full cooperation.'

'I could have done it without telling you,' Stoll pointed out. 'You wouldn't have known about it unless you saw it on the news or read it in an intelligence briefing.'

'Possibly. Why didn't you?' Hood asked.

'Because the individual we are investigating, Jervis Darling, is a major stockholder in NOLO-Australia,' Stoll said. 'I did not want any moves against a holding controlled by him to be traced back to me or to Op-Center. It might raise flags.'

'Thank you,' Hood said.

'You're welcome,' Stoll replied.

The technical officer stepped from the doorway and left. The encounter was strange but not unprecedented. Telling someone the damage he could do was Matt Stoll's way of complaining. He was a tech guy and a perfectionist. He had vented about cable networks, long-distance phone carriers, and other high-tech systems in the past. It was like Mike Rodgers beefing about the bureaucracy at the Pentagon or Bob Herbert venting about what he could do with one-tenth the budget allotted the CIA or the FBI.

Stoll was right about one thing, though. 'NOLO contondere,' as it was referred to in the stock pages, was an ineffectual disaster. It made money because it was a monolith, nothing more. If he started thinking about that, Paul Hood would get pissed as well.

The phone beeped. It was Lowell Coffey.

'Paul, there has been a strange twist since our last conversation,' he said. Coffey proceeded to tell him about the discussion with FNO Loh. 'She spoke to the military intelligence people in Singapore who liaise with the prime