'I've got to tell you, this is like finding a cathedral in a whorehouse. Nobody, but nobody, would ever guess this was here. Or that you're a wine guy.'
'I was more or less counting on that.' He paused and allowed himself a half-smile.
'Are you laughing at me?'
'I'm just enjoying your amazement. Surely you'll grant me that. We should move our stuff out back in the woods. We can bring the binders down here.'
'We'll be trapped if they catch us in this cellar.'
'We've got to be out of here before they come.' He put the bag with the food in the corner before they ascended.
Back in the cabin, Kier picked up one of the five journals on the table. He wanted to devour them.
'There's almost nothing in plain English except this diary fragment,' Jessie said, leaning over his shoulder. Together they studied it again.
'This guy is certain that Tillman, the architect of whatever is going on, is a monster,' Kier said. 'I told you about our little meeting at the clinic.'
He turned to Volume One. 'In the applied lab they were looking at disease processes and the interaction with genetic variability. It looks like they were doing some work on a virus. They call it AV-TR4 and I can't figure what it is. But it's not unusual to be working on viruses. Man-made or otherwise.
''Then they've got a ton of research on some sort of immunity issue. They keep referring to 121258- 533561289. Which they abbreviate to 1212.
' 'Whether 1212 is typical of the Tilok race or an anomaly is not yet evident,' it says. Apparently they were studying the Tiloks from a genetic standpoint.'
'What do you suppose 1212 refers to?'
'Maybe a gene nucleotide sequence. I don't know. These tables here reference 1212 and contain the nucleotide sequences for part of a gene. I'm sure of it. Maybe they think Tiloks have some important genetic immunity.'
'Could a particular group of Native Americans have an immunity not common to the rest of us?'
'Sure. Cherokees don't get Alzheimer's disease at near the rate of other races.'
''Do you think they were reproducing Tilok genes in animals to study some genetic trait of the Tiloks?'
'We're getting far out now.'
'Why all the diseases in the plane then? Could they be correlating disease processes with genetic profiles?'
Kier shrugged. 'Maybe the government knows why all that disease was in that plane.'
'The government wouldn't condone experimenting on Tiloks or hauling around a freakshow of deadly organisms.'
'Who says these people would be truthful with the government? We can't assume anything until we know exactly who and what we're dealing with.'
He was about to continue reading when a muffled scream came from the back porch. Miller's voice, calling through the gag, sounded his desperation. They went through the back door.
'What do you want?' Jessie asked, loosening the gag.
'I have my rights.'
'Okay,' Kier said. 'We'll untie you and you can sit in the living room.'
''If we sit around we're dead, man. If they have the slightest inkling you were near that plane, we are in the ground six feet down. You get me?'
'I was figuring on leaving you here to explain things,' Kier said.
'You can't do that. If you leave me, it's murder.'
'Why are you so afraid of your own people? The National Guard, they protect our country.' Kier gilded his words with sarcasm.
Miller said nothing.
'Well, we're packing to leave. If you're right about them coming, they should have you untied in three or four hours.'
'You mother f-'
'What are you afraid of?'
'They'll kill me and you know it. They'll shoot the cabin to pieces and burn the place to the ground. Then they'll ask questions.'
'Now tell me, how do you know they'll burn the place to the ground?'
Miller glanced around, starting to look as though he might talk. 'Will you take me with you?'
'If we believe what you say.'
'There's a chemical-steno for short. A few molecules will slowly kill you. If you got in the plane, you could have it on you and in you. They'll be scared to get near you, so they'll burn the place, because fire neutralizes the chemical. But they may send somebody in. They'll want the black books you took. Damn. It hurts to talk.' He touched his broken jaw. 'They told us if we went twenty feet from the plane, we' d be quarantined. If we went in the plane-we were dead.'
'What kind of sickness?'
'I don't know… It's a chemical. Top secret.' He seemed to be loosening up now. 'It's probably just a line. Nobody knows for sure. Maybe there was radioactive stuff. I don't know.'
'Why are these black books so important?' Kier asked.
'I don't know.'
'So why does the sickness spread if it's a chemical?'
'I told you it only takes a few molecules of the stuff to kill you. It can spread just by touch, like poison ivy. But they said it spreads easier than that. It can atomize in the air.'
'Who's the leader? Who hired you?'
Miller knotted his fists and looked from side to side, straining at the rope across his chest.
'How do you know about the books?' Kier asked.
'If we found any books, they told us we'd get $100,000 extra. If more than one of us found them, we'd split the money. Of course, they were supposed to be in the plane, so we figured unless it busted open and the books fell out, we'd never see the money.'
Kier leaned close to the man. 'And how did you know to be there when the plane crashed?'
Wham! Something slammed against the front door. Suddenly, bullets were flying through the sides of the cabin, chewing wood, and sending splinters like darts through the air. In an instant, Kier grabbed Jessie, literally sliding her into the hole, motioning her to drop. As she stumbled down the ladder, Miller's head exploded in a red fog, splashing blood everywhere. Kier tossed the volume through the trapdoor, then jumped for the hole, catching the third or fourth rung down. By pushing a button near the top of the ladder, he was able to cover the trapdoor with the cabinet. In a minute, the gunfire ceased. Then there was silence. Something slammed against the front door. Then came the sounds of one man walking, and something- maybe the bed-being thrown against the wall.
'One light is on, but nobody's here except a dead-ass Miller.'
The voice came from directly above them.
'They knew we were coming.' Then a pause, and more walking. 'Well, looky here, four black books.'
'Door out the back's open.' A radio crackled. 'You guys see anything?'
Kier couldn't make out the muffled reply.
'They must've had ten seconds, plenty of time to run out the back.'
'This place is surrounded. We'd have seen them.'
'In this damn snow?'
'There's tracks all over back here. Burn it and let's see what comes out.'
'They'll find us,' Jessie whispered. 'Only a matter of time. How did they get here so fast?'
'Snowmobiles, probably,' Kier replied. 'It's been an hour and fifteen minutes since we left Claudie's. But it's incredible they worked this fast.' He paused a moment. Then he stood. 'You can hide here.'
'I'm the FBI,' she snapped. 'Remember?'
'Forget the FBI stuff. This is in my backyard.'
