"The rest?"
"The other things you"ve done. a.s.sa.s.sinations. Explosions. Viral attacks. All of it."
A long silence. The sun broke the horizon, spilling b.l.o.o.d.y light across the east. As if on cue, Cooper heard birdsong, though he couldn"t see any birds.
Finally Smith said, "Are you asking if my hands are clean? They"re filthy. I"m sorry, but you wanted truth."
"You are a terrorist."
"I"m fighting a war. I"m fighting for my human rights, and the rights of people like me. I"m fighting for you, and Shannon, and the other million of us. Like your daughter."
Cooper found himself on his feet before he realized he"d moved. "Be careful, John. Be very careful."
"Oh, come off it." Smith looked up at him mildly. "You want to kill me? You can. I"m no match for you in a fight. I knew you could last night, and I knew you could when I brought you up here. You don"t want me to talk about Kate? Fine. But I"m not the one who wants to put her in an academy."
"That"s not going to happen."
"Why? Because you throw me off this rock?"
"Because..." Drew Peters"s voice in his head. Your daughter will never be tested. Whatever happens, I"ll take care of your family.
He sank to his knees. No more. Please. Enough. Not them, too.
I"ll take care of your family.
"No one has clean hands," Smith said. "Not me, not Shannon, not you. But the system is the bloodiest. The new world is being forged one gear at a time, and those gears drip blood. My turn. What kind of world do you want for your abnorm daughter, Cooper? And while we"re at it, what kind of world do you want for you normal son?"
He fought for breath. I"ll take care of your family. In his effort to protect them, in his blindness, he"d left them under the protection of the most dangerous man imaginable. To protect his children, he"d let a lion into their bedroom.
No.
"This evidence," Cooper said. "Shannon said you had evidence. Of the things you"re claiming."
"That"s a longer story."
"I"ve got time."
"After I met Senator Hemner at the Monocle, I headed home. Never made it. I saw police all along my block, my apartment lit up with floodlights. I didn"t know what was going on, but I knew enough to run. Which was what Peters wanted. What"s the point of creating a myth like John Smith if you catch him right away? Better to let him run. To let him lurk out there in the darkness, a national boogeyman. More funding in it." He laughed without humor.
"So I ran, and I transformed myself from an activist into a soldier. I started building an army. And then I went digging. I wanted to know who my enemy was.
"It didn"t take long to figure out that it was Equitable Services. Your agency benefited more than any other. But that wasn"t proof. I had the why, and the who. So I went after the how."
"The how?"
"Someone had orchestrated the ma.s.sacre. That same person had faked the footage of it. That was exceptional work. It had to be perfect, or as near as possible. That meant a gifted. A man who can do with image and media what I can do with a chessboard or what Shannon can do with a crowded room. That was all I needed to know to find him."
"What happened?"
"I asked him questions," Smith said dryly.
"You tortured him."
"No clean hands, remember? This man ruined my life and threatened the existence of my whole race. So yes, I asked firmly. He came clean about the forgery quickly enough."
The sun was moving fast now, the air warming every moment. Cooper stared into it, said, "If you had proof the Monocle was fake, why not release it?"
"What proof? The word of a twist to a terrorist, given under torture? Who would believe it? Would you? No one would have paid attention. I needed something more." Smith put his hands down and spun to face Cooper. "And I got it. This man, he also said that your director knew that if the truth about the Monocle ever came out, he"d hang. So Peters made sure he had protection."
"What kind of protection?"
Smith sighed. "That"s the frustrating part. I don"t really know. Video of some kind, that much is obvious. Something that he could use if the situation ever got dire enough. The forger claimed to have rigged the setup for Peters, but said that he never knew what the content was."
"And you believe him?"
"My questioning was...thorough."
I"ll bet. Cooper put aside the thoughts of torture, focused on what Smith was telling him. Forced himself to be dispa.s.sionate, to work it like a problem. To let his gift run free. "So you know this proof is out there, but you don"t know where, and even if you did, you don"t think you can get to it. Not directly. You want me to do it for you."
"Yes."
"I don"t have any idea where to start."
"You"ll figure it out. That"s what you do. The same way you could find Alex Vasquez. And think how much better you know Drew Peters."
He was right, Cooper knew. Already he could feel himself patterning. It wouldn"t be at DAR headquarters, or at Peters"s house. Both places could be locked down if things went wrong. Peters would have put it somewhere safe, somewhere he could get to it in the kind of dire times he would need it. "Next question."
"I think it"s my turn. But go ahead."
"What you"re saying, it"s compelling. Believable. But so was the story Peters told. So was Equitable Services. None of this is proof."
"That video is."
"But you haven"t seen it. You don"t know what"s on it. For all I know, it proves you"re the monster the DAR says you are."
"True." The man said it with the calm of a logician acknowledging the fallacy in an argument.
"All right." Cooper stood again, walked to the lip of the rock, stared down at the wide bright world. "I"ll find it. Not for you, and not for your cause." He turned and looked back at Smith. "But you better pray that video shows what you think it does. Because I know you now. I can find you again, and I can kill you."
"I believe you," Smith said. "I"m counting on you to take this all the way."
"Even if that means killing you."
"Sure. Because only someone that dedicated will have what it takes to face off against Drew Peters. Christ, Cooper. Why do you think I sent Shannon to bring you here in the first place?"
Cooper"s hands clenched. A sick, floating feeling bloomed in his belly. "What?" His gift racing ahead again, providing yet another answer he didn"t want. "What do you mean, "sent Shannon"?"
"Ah." The other man looked disgruntled for a second. "Sorry. I thought you"d figured that part out already."
"What do you mean, "sent Shannon"?"
Smith sighed. He rose, slipped his hands in his pockets. "Just that. I needed you, so I dispatched Shannon to get you. I sent her to that El platform, and I planned your route to me. I made sure you saw Samantha and the uses the world has for her. I had Shannon take you to Lee Chen"s house so you could meet his daughter and her friends. I routed you through Epstein, because I knew he"d sell me out to protect his dream, and because I knew you"d never believe you could get to me without help. And I stood outside last night smoking a cigarette so you"d climb the balcony.
"I"m sorry, Cooper. I"m a chess player. I needed to turn a p.a.w.n into a queen." Smith shrugged. "So I did."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR.
Even now, three hours later, sitting in a leather chair twenty thousand feet up, the comment still rankled. Which was pointless; Cooper had more important things to deal with than his injured pride.
It"s not just pride. Being upset that John Smith out-planned you is like being upset that Barry Adams plays better football. It"s just a fact.
No, it wasn"t being beaten by Smith that stung. It was that for the first time since he and Natalie had split, Cooper had felt something for a woman. Yes, they were on opposite teams, and there were a thousand reasons a relationship wouldn"t work, but still, those feelings had been real.
Unfortunately, everything they"d been based on was fake. Everything she"d told him was a lie. Maybe even last night.
He leaned back in his seat. Stared out the window. The jet was just cresting the clouds, baroque castles spilling below him. Usually it was his favorite moment in a flight, a view that managed to stir that childish sense of wonder that he was miles up in the air. But the intricate cloudscape did nothing for him now.
It"s not just that you got used. It"s that she used you.
This morning, on the rock spire, he"d told Smith what he needed, and was unsurprised to find the guy had it standing by. "I"m sending Shannon with you."
"No," Cooper had said, "you"re not."
"Listen, I"m sorry for your wounded feelings, but this is too important. You need her help. She goes."
"Sorry, I don"t work for you. I"m doing this my way."
"Cooper-"
"Just arrange the plane." He scooted to the edge of the rock spire and hung his legs over. "I"ll get to the runway myself."
"Talk to her, at least," Smith had said.
Cooper had ignored him, spun to grip the edge, and begun to climb down.
From above, Smith had said, "She deserves that much."
He"d paused, looking up. "Believe it or not, John, we"re not all pieces on your chessboard. Just arrange the plane."
Just under three hours later he"d reached the airstrip Smith had told him about, a private field in the heart of the Holdfast, big enough to handle not only the gliders but an honest-to-G.o.d jet.
His was painted like a FedEx transport plane, flying commercial numbers. Clever; it was the aerial equivalent of a taxicab, a vehicle that could hide in plain sight. The pilot was waiting for him. "h.e.l.lo, sir. I"ve got a change of clothes on board for you, and food if you"re hungry."
"Thanks." He"d climbed the stairs. "Get airborne and get me to DC as fast as you can."
Fifteen minutes later he was back in civilian clothes-the sizes were perfect, of course-and the jet was racing down the runway. The pilot said it would take about four hours, longer if they had to circle when they arrived.
Which gave him four hours to figure out where Drew Peters would have hidden insurance against his sins.
Adding to the fun, DC was a risky place for Cooper. There were more cameras and more agents there than in any city in the country. If he were in Roger d.i.c.kinson"s place, if he were hunting a rogue agent whose children lived in DC, he"d make sure the city was on constant alert.
Normally even if a camera picked him up, by the time that image was found and processed, he"d have moved on. But things had changed when he talked to Peters last night. If Cooper had actually killed John Smith, he would have called the department to arrange his safe return home. And he"d considered doing that, lying to Peters, saying that Smith was dead. But what if the DAR knew otherwise? What if they intercepted a call, or saw a photo? More important, lying to Peters was equivalent to throwing his hand in with John Smith, and Cooper wasn"t ready to do that. Not until he saw the evidence. Better just to go quiet for now. The problem was that if Peters discovered him, he would a.s.sume that Cooper had been turned.
Have you? Been turned?
No. He didn"t work for Smith, and while he understood the soldier-on-the-losing-side rationale, a terrorist was still a terrorist.
But you"re definitely not a DAR agent anymore.
Which was all Peters would need to know. If the director suspected that Cooper was no longer his man, the gloves would come off. His picture would be flashed on every screen in America. John Smith had managed to hide from that, but Cooper didn"t imagine that he could. No, his best chance lay in moving fast. Get to DC, get to the video, and make his moves from there.
Four hours to figure out where a digital file that could be stored on a drive about the size of a stamp was hidden in an area of roughly 7,850 square miles.
He"d come to that number by figuring that if Peters ever needed it, he"d need it fast. No more than an hour or two from his home or office. Figure a fifty-mile radius. Pi times radius squared equaled 7,850.
Calling it a needle in a haystack was an insult to haystacks.
So think. You"ve got...three and a half hours left. And if you"re going to be playing against the entire DAR in their own backyard, it wouldn"t hurt if you could grab an hour"s sleep, too.
Obviously, the odds were better than the pure math suggested. He wasn"t going to be randomly searching the terrain. He would be patterning Drew Peters, the same way he had once patterned targets for the man.
So. What did he know?
If Smith was right-if he was telling the truth-the video was some sort of insurance policy. Something that could protect Peters if the facts about the Monocle ever came out. That narrowed the search immensely.
It wouldn"t be at DAR headquarters. Too exposed. Plus, if Peters were burned, the agency might be closed to him.
Which was a relief. If it had been at the office, there was no chance Cooper could reach it. Might as well have been on the moon. It was an odd synchronicity, but if Peters needed his insurance policy, he"d likely be in the same position Cooper was, a renegade hunted by all.
The same logic ruled out Peters"s house. Or any property in his name: his lake house, his car, any athletic clubs.
Of course, this was the director of Equitable Services. He could easily have false doc.u.ments. But owning property under a false ident.i.ty was a big risk. Property meant a paper trail, and a paper trail could be followed. Especially one that smelled like corruption.
Okay, what about registering a safety-deposit box under a fake ident.i.ty? Minimal chance of discovery. On the other hand, banks were closed at night and on the weekend. That delay could mean the end.
One of the safest ways to hide something was in a hotel. Check into a room, bring a few minimal tools. Remove a baseboard or the cover to a heating vent, and hide gear there. As long as Peters kept half an eye on the hotel, made sure that it wasn"t about to undergo major renovations, it would be a perfectly anonymous hiding place.
Thing was, that presented the same difficulties in retrieval. Unless you rented the room in perpetuity, which negated the point, you couldn"t count on being able to get back to it at a moment"s notice. A hotel would happily book you in a specific room with a little notice, but if it was occupied, things got complicated. Yes, Peters could break in, but it would be clumsy, and Peters abhorred clumsy tactics.
A lawyer? Trusted family counsel, retained for years. That same person could be instructed to release it if Peters disappeared...