just disappear. If he did, you make sure you get the relevant details and make arrangements to acquire his discovery. And I tell you again: break no laws.'
Nash was a pompous hypocrite, but he controlled the six-figure payments due Frick upon completion of his tasks.
'Understood.'
Frick now realized how lucky he was that his inside man had failed to kill Ben Anderson. According to the plan, several days previous they were to have looted the escrow and obtained all the secrets.
Frick made one more call, this one to a man called Griffith, also on the Sanker payroll.
Frick had brought Griffith and one other man in much earlier than the rest. Griffith was already in place on the island, and he knew the plan.
'Is Zebra Three still there?' Frick asked without prelude.
'Yeah. Hasn't moved. Seems oblivious.'
'Pull the wire on the house phone.'
'It's gone that far?'
'Just do as I say,' Frick said. 'Call me the instant he leaves the house. I'm still Zebra One as long as the under-sheriff doesn't show up or call in.'
'Two-oh-one is taken care of?' Griffith asked.
'Don't worry about two-oh-one. Worry about containing Zebra Three and finding Ben Anderson.'
Frick hung up the phone and sighed.
Ben Anderson was supposed to be discovered in the sea pen-a victim of a diving mishap. Certain death and a prompt discovery of the body would enable Sanker to acquire Anderson's research, perfectly legally, in short order. Now there was the need for a middle step and that was learning the secret before dispensing with its founder.
Frick swept the phone off the desk and onto the floor. He stood, his temples pounding, mind spinning.
Things were rapidly turning to absolute shit. Frick was self-aware enough to admit that he was headed down a path that might result in his having to flee the country.
Frick entered Ben Anderson's office with a spring in his step and a knowing look on his face. Sam's eyes followed Frick's right hand, which held an iron crowbar.
Frick stepped to Ben's desk drawers, tested them, and found them locked.
Frick looked at Haley, then Sam, then shoved the pry bar above the top drawer. The wood splintered with an ugly crack. Sam knew Frick was baiting them; he made no motion to stop him.
'It's a consensual search,' Frick said. 'I checked and the desk was purchased by the foundation and I just gave myself permission to tear it apart.'
Behind Frick's jaunty air Sam detected tension, anger. Whatever Frick was up to was not going well.
With the top drawer out, Frick was able to pull the others open.
'Well, look at this.' It was a gift box complete with a ribbon and a card reading: To Haley, on her birthday.
'My birthday's in April,' she said quietly.
'That's obviously Haley's and belongs to her,' Sam said. 'What you're doing is illegal.'
'It's evidence,' Frick said. 'You can argue about it in court during Haley's trial a year from now.'
'Hey, wait a minute-' Crew began.
'You,' Frick cut in, throwing Crew the box. 'Open it up.'
Crew carefully removed the wrap. Inside was a lacquered box, hand-painted with a scene showing beach and sea. He opened the box, revealing a strand of pearls at least eighteen inches long. Under the pearls lay another small card. It had a line drawing of a house and garden on one side and writing on the other.
'Give me those,' Frick said, nodding at some greatly oversize tweezers in front of Sam.
Sam slid them across the desk within Frick's reach. 'By moving the tweezers I'm not suggesting that Haley consents to this search of her property. It's absolutely not consensual.'
'I forbid you to touch what is obviously a gift to me,' Haley said, getting Sam's drift.
'I'm a witness,' Crew said quietly.
'Whatever.' Frick used the tweezers to pull out a card that read: To my treasure, my child, my student, more than my flesh: They live in the Black Silent on less than they consume and are not killed by their excess. Swimming above them the mastodons of the deep don't even possess such fantastic secrets. But they do have a few. Follow the logic.
Frick looked at Haley, then Sam. 'Do you know what that means?'
Haley shrugged.
'How about the picture. Surely it's here for a reason?'
'I don't recognize the picture at all.'
'I'd say the mastodons are the whales,' Frick said. 'I only see one whale in this room.'
He walked over to a large model of a blue whale mounted on the wall. He fingered the outside of the whale, apparently looking for entry into a hidden compartment. 'Know what ARCLES means?'
'I have no idea,' Haley said.
Sam shook his head.
Frick touched the polished model with the heavy pry bar and nicked it.
'That's Ben's,' she said.
'Wrong again.' He knocked on the whale again. 'Foundation property, no matter how Ben modified it.'
Without warning, Frick slammed the crowbar into the side of the whale at the seam. He did it again, then began to pry. The wood shrieked as he tore into it like a man possessed.
Crew looked sick but said nothing.
'Seems hollow. Made to open,' Frick said.
'It is nevertheless empty.' Sam hoped that needling Frick might cause him to make a significant mistake.
'Maybe you'd like to dust this for prints and then use your latex to pull up on the bottom,' Frick said to Crew, pointedly ignoring Sam.
Crew nodded and signaled to a tall fellow with a fingerprint kit, who came over to the whale. There were plenty of prints, probably all Ben's. When they were done, Frick probed the bottom of the compartment. In moments he had it open, exposing a deep belly cavity. Papers lay inside. The deputies picked them out with tweezers.
'What are these papers?' Frick asked.
'I'm assuming you can read,' Haley said. 'You tell us.'
Frick thumbed through the pages. 'Does he ever have these lab notes typed up?' He looked up at Haley. 'Probably has Sarah type them, I expect,' he answered his own question.
Crew was spreading the papers over the large desk so they could be seen. Haley came closer and moved them around with a pencil eraser. Sam knew it was strange of Frick to let them stand watching and concluded Frick was in a very big hurry and wanted instant reaction. The man's desire for information outweighed the normal concern an officer would have about keeping important information confidential so that it could be doled out in a useful manner.
'And where would the legible notes be?' Frick asked.
'I don't know,' Haley said. 'This is in Ben's shorthand.'
'Sarah can read this, right?'
Haley set her jaw.
'Take her to the station,' Frick said to Crew.
'I suppose that's obvious,' Haley said at last.
'We'll need to take these notes for evidence,' Frick said.
'Evidence of what?' Sam asked. 'If you take that property you're looting, pure and simple. You need a warrant.'
'Go to hell. This is a crime scene. That's evidence. Period. Now, what is this house drawing?'
'I have no idea,' she said.
Sam suspected that Haley was sincere and wondered what the drawing might mean.
Crew tensed but kept silent when Frick gave him a cautionary stare.
'You'll need a warrant, anyway,' Sam said, pushing Frick again.
