Mohammed’s followers. A security guard waved frantically at him from the side.
“You’re not allowed to use your flash,” said the man. Dean nodded.
“No flash,” insisted the man.
“I understand,” said Dean, walking away.
“Charlie, the radar plane’s above you now,” said Rockman. “We found a passage you can use to get into the subbasement. It’s in the second building on your left as you come out. They use it for maintenance. You should be able to slip in.”
Dean worked his way toward it, pausing every so often to snap a picture. Finally he backed against the doors, reached his hand around and found that they were locked.
He turned and knelt before it, checking to see how the lock was oriented before reaching behind his belt buckle and pulling out the pick and the tension wrench. He slid the pick all the way to the back of the lock, then began teasing the pressure to undo the lock.
For a split second he thought of Lia, who was so much better at this than he was. He pushed the thought away, concentrated on what he was doing.
When the tumblers clicked into place, Dean pushed down on the handle and the latch moved with a heavy crunch.
“Go to your right.” said Rockman. “You should come to a set of stairs on your left.”
Dean found the steps and descended to an open landing. Dean paused on the steps, listening. The stone block walls and smooth tile floor meant sound should echo a considerable distance.
“There should be some sort of passage down a few yards to your left,” said Rockman.
“Some sort?” whispered Dean.
“We’re working with a radar map, Charlie, doing this on the fly. You need to go down at least two levels.”
Dean started down the hall, treading as lightly as possible. In contrast to the ornate displays in the buildings above, this section of the palace appeared to be used for nothing more than storage. A pile of cardboard boxes sat in a haphazard pyramid a few paces ahead of him, covered with dust. Just beyond them, Dean found an open door and a set of steps; he listened, then descended slowly, pausing every second or third tread to listen. There were no lights in the passage itself, but a dim yellow haze filtered up from the landing, which Dean estimated was a good thirty feet down.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, listening. When he heard nothing he swung out into a large open space lit by a single overhead bulb, forty watts at the most. Stacked cardboard boxes formed a maze of walls about waist high.
“Okay, Charlie. There should be another set of steps about fifty feet in front of you.”
Dean threaded his way through the piles of boxes, moving slowly, his eyes not completely adjusted to the dimness.
“Are you going to lose my com system?” he asked.
“If you go down another twenty feet, probably. But we think we can route you through the booster units. We’re working on the setup for that. It’ll be done soon.”
“How close am I to Asad?”
“We’re still not sure where he is. You’re almost directly under the door where you went into the building. The next passage will take you to a set of stairs for an underground cavern — well, it looks like a cavern — that extends to the west. It may have been a water holding area, or just a big storage hall. It looks like it’s the only way Asad could have gone.”
Dean walked toward the shadows at the far end of the room. Boxes were stacked along the wall, and it took him a few moments to find the door Rockman had said would be there. He had to move three stacks of boxes before he could open it, the hinges squealing.
A rush of dank, cold air greeted him.
“All right, I have the steps,” said Dean. “I’m going down.”
“We’re with you, Charlie.”
Yeah, right behind me, thought Dean.
Lia gazed out over the nearby park toward the city, admiring the view as she waited for a knot of tourists to leave so she could stick the transmitter under the bench without being seen. When they finally left, she slipped the hard case down next to her, pushing on the outside hinge of the hard case to activate it. Then she got up and, as if looking pensively toward the mosaic on the building, prepared to drop it behind the marble bench.
“We’re not picking up anything, Lia. Don’t bother leaving it,” said Rockman about three seconds after she’d dropped it.
“Peachy,” she growled, stooping to retrieve it. As she did, she saw a man in a suit watching her a few feet away.
Lia fished out the glass case, patting it against her hand as if it had been bad. Then she walked deliberately away, the bodyguard’s stare burning a hole in the back of her head. Lia didn’t stop until she reached the restaurant, which was located on the other side of the grounds overlooking the Bosporus. She circled around the outdoor dining area before choosing a table, making sure she wasn’t being followed.
“Lia, what’s going on?” Telach asked.
“Someone was eyeballing me over near the Baghdad Pavilion,” she said. “I don’t think he wanted a date.”
“Did he follow you?”
“No. I’m having some tea,” she added for the approaching waiter. “Just sugar.”
Lia leaned back in the chair as the waiter left. “Where’s Charlie?”
“He’s directly below the palace walls, several levels down. We’d like you to plant some more video bugs,” added Telach. “We want to try and catch a glimpse of who’s at the meeting as they leave.”
“Who’s going to back up Charlie?”
“He’s fine.”
“Someone should be backing him up.”
“He’s fine, Lia. Mr. Rockman will tell you where to set up the bugs.”
About halfway down the long stone staircase, the light from above faded completely to black. Dean moved down slowly, guided by the light of his keychain flashlight. When he reached the bottom of the steps, he crouched and played the light around the space in front of him. He’d reached another large room, this one with a low ceiling. A forest of thick stone pillars ranged in front of him.
Dean nearly jumped when he heard a light scraping sound to the right. He turned his light but saw nothing.
A rat, probably.
“How we doing, Charlie?” asked Rockman.
“We’re doing fine.”
“We’re just barely reading you, Charlie. Turn on the booster and let’s make sure we can get a signal.”
Dean took the unit out and activated it.
“Hang on a second,” said Rockman.
Dean waited while they dealt with whatever technical issues were involved in switching the communications over the different channels.
“Got it. Okay,” said Rockman finally. “But we still don’t have Red Lion.”
“Charlie, do you have one booster or two?” asked Telach.
“Two.”
“Leave one there, and activate the other. It’ll act as a relay as you go.”
“All right.”
Dean put the transmitter down, then walked forward, keeping his light aimed at the floor. After he’d gone sixty paces, he saw a wall ahead. He moved along it to the right, his heart pounding so loudly he could barely hear Rockman when the runner told him to turn right.
“There’s another set of steps downward about ten yards away,” said Rockman. “That level is a warren of
