Jack crossed back to his seat, giving Jamie a surrept.i.tious thumbs-up along the way.
Blascoe nodded. "Yeah. Enough to know he"s certifiable. You think you"ve heard some weird s.h.i.t tonight? You ain"t heard nothing yet."
18.
"What"s with this rain?" Hutch said, banging a fist on the wheel. They"d been sitting on 684 for what seemed like hours.
"Probably some a.s.shole wrapped his car around an abutment up ahead," Lewis muttered from the shotgun seat. "How much you wanna bet he was yakking on a cell phone when it happened?"
"Yeah, while drinking coffee and doing eighty in the rain."
Jensen had the back seat of the Town Car to himself. He needed the s.p.a.ce. Hutch and Lewis sat up front. Odds were they were right. Somewhere up ahead there"d be road flares and flashing red lights and gla.s.s and twisted metal all over the asphalt.
Jensen didn"t care if people killed themselves on the road-probably cleaned up the gene pool a little-but even on a good day it p.i.s.sed him off when they did it ahead of his car. The least they could do was wait till he"d pa.s.sed.
Lewis half-turned in his seat. "Long as we"re sitting here, boss, mind telling us what"s up?"
"What do you mean?" Jensen said, as if he hadn"t been expecting the question. The only surprise was that it had taken this long.
"This place we"re going to-what are we looking at here?"
"I don"t get you."
"I mean, we"re loaded for bear, right? Just want to know what to expect. Who"s in this cabin and why are we after him tonight?"
Besides Jensen, only Brady and a few High Council members knew the truth about Cooper Blascoe. The guy had become a real liability. Jensen had wanted him to have an accident, but Brady had vetoed that. Not that he wouldn"t have liked Blascoe silenced and out of the way, but he"d said that a sudden death might cause more problems than it solved. Especially with the High Council. Even the members closest to Brady held out hope that Blascoe"s erratic behavior was temporary and that he might be able to get back in touch with his xelton-obviously he"d lost contact-and turn himself around, heal his mind and his body.
Thus the cabin. Isolate him. Let him sink or swim. Jensen had arranged it. He"d also arranged a way to keep Blascoe from bolting the cabin.
The TP brigade, of course, knew nothing of this. They"d been told they were monitoring the home of a Wall Addict who was out to destroy the Church. Nothing more. Only Jensen and Brady had the codes to activate and access the AV feeds. TPs like Hutchison and Lewis merely kept an eye on the telemetry telltales, and called Jensen when something lit up.
Like tonight.
"We"re not so much after the WA himself as much as the people visiting him at the moment. One of them is Jamie Grant; the other is the guy who s.n.a.t.c.hed her from under your noses."
"We"re packing heat for them them!" Hutch said.
Jensen shook his head. Packing heat... Jesus.
"We don"t know what we"re heading into. We have reason to believe the man has mob ties."
Lewis jerked around. "The mob? What the fu-?"
"Exactly what Mr. Brady and I want to know. The weaponry is just a precaution. I do not want anyone shot-I have a lot of questions for the man-but I do not want anyone getting away with a recording of whatever they"re discussing up there. If-"
"Hey," Hutch said as the car eased forward. "Looks like we"re starting to move."
Jensen peered ahead. The jam seemed to be breaking up. Good. They still had a ways to go.
"Think it"s gonna matter?" Lewis said. "They"ve gotta be gone by now."
Jensen shook his head. "No, they"re still up there. The WA we"ve been watching has a long story, and it"s going to take some time to tell."
"But if they"re smart they"ll get him out of there and to a safe house where they won"t be interrupted."
"Not if the WA refuses to leave."
And he wouldn"t dare.
19.
"I"ve gotten kind of used to weird," Jack told Blascoe, "so don"t hold back. Lay it on as thick as you need."
He leaned forward and focused on the old man. A slew of questions were about to be answered-he hoped.
"It"s pretty thick. I think I told you about Brady being land crazy. He"s always buying or trying to buy pieces of property here and there. He sells this one to buy that one. At first I thought it was just a random shuffle, something he liked to do. Then I caught on that he was after specific parcels. I figured, well, it"s as good a way as any to invest the Church"s extra cash. Land prices are always going up, right?"
"Those specific parcels are indicated on the globe, right?" Jack said.
"I didn"t know that back then but, yeah, right. That"s why he"s turned Dormentalism into a money machine: so he can buy these pieces of land. Some are cheap, but some are in prime commercial districts. Others are in countries that don"t like foreigners owning their land, and so a lot of palms have to be greased. And still others... well, some folks just don"t want to sell."
Jamie leaned forward. "What"s he do then?"
"He keeps upping his offers to the point where all but a very few diehards give in."
"What about those diehards?"
"I don"t know about all of them, but I can tell you about one couple. Their name was Masterson and they owned a farm in Pennsylvania that Brady wanted. Well, it had been in their family for generations and they weren"t selling for any price. Brady said he"d settle for a certain piece of it but they wouldn"t even sell him that. So Brady asks for a face-to-face meet with them and offers an all-expense-paid trip to the city, luxury hotel, the works, just to sit down with him. They accept."
Blascoe"s comment that the couple"s name was was Masterson gave Jack an ominous feeling. Masterson gave Jack an ominous feeling.
Jamie raised her eyebrows. "And?"
"And someone pushes them in front of a subway."
"Oh, jeez," Jack said. "I remember reading about that last year."
Jamie had gone pale. "I did a piece on it. They never caught the guy. Everyone a.s.sumed he was just another MDP." She looked at Blascoe. "Do you have any proof that Brady was connected?"
"Nothing that would stand up in court, but I remember Jensen telling him the news and hearing Brady say something about giving a TP named Lewis a bonus."
Jack had heard the Dormentalists were ruthless, but this, if it was true... it put a whole new spin on who he was dealing with.
He looked at Jamie. "We should get out of here."
"Hey," Blascoe said, "I haven"t got to the weird part yet. Dig: Those white lights don"t get lit when he buys the land. He powers them up only after he"s buried one of his weird concrete pillars on the site."
He had Jack"s attention. "What kind of weird?"
"Well, as I understand it-I"m not supposed to know this, you know; got most of it by listening while they thought I was out of it. Anyway, the concrete"s gotta be made with a certain kind of sand, and the column"s gotta be inscribed with all sorts of weird symbols. And then they"ve gotta put something else inside it before they can bury it."
"Like what?" Jack said.
"I never learned that."
"What kind of symbols?"
"I saw a drawing of a column once. Same kind of symbols as on the wall behind his globe. They"re kind of like-"
"I"ve seen them."
Blascoe"s eyes widened. "You have have? How the h.e.l.l-?"
"Not important. I need to know what Brady"s trying to accomplish with these columns."
"You need need to know?" to know?"
"Yeah. Need Need." Jack wasn"t in the mood for chitchat. "So let"s hear it: What"s he up to?"
"I haven"t a clue. He"s burying the d.a.m.n things all over the world and I don"t have the faintest idea why."
"Didn"t you ask?"
"Course I asked. Started asking a couple years ago, but Brady always dodged an answer. He was keeping stuff from me. Me! The f.u.c.king founder! When I got in his face about it, Brady tried to distract me with women and booze and drugs. But that wasn"t gonna work. Hey, I"m older now. I"ve experienced just about everything I ever wanted to. Maybe more.
"But the globe was just the fuse that lit me up. Dormentalism was my baby but it had changed to the point where I no longer recognized it. No, forget recognizing it-I was embarra.s.sed embarra.s.sed by it. Do you know that to reach the upper levels you not only have to spend a fortune, but you"ve got to swear off s.e.x! Yeah, you heard me, to reach the High Council you have to become some sort of f.u.c.king eunuch-nice turn of phrase, don"t you think?-which turns off all but the most fanatically devoted." by it. Do you know that to reach the upper levels you not only have to spend a fortune, but you"ve got to swear off s.e.x! Yeah, you heard me, to reach the High Council you have to become some sort of f.u.c.king eunuch-nice turn of phrase, don"t you think?-which turns off all but the most fanatically devoted."
Jamie flashed her yellowed grin. "I love love this!" this!"
Blascoe poked a finger into the air. "Yeah, Brady"s supposed to be abstinent too, but I found out he"s got a place-not too far from here, as a matter of fact-that n.o.body knows about. And that means not even his innermost circle on the High Council. That"s because they aren"t looking. I was. It"s a place where I"m pretty sure he does stuff he doesn"t want anyone to know about."
Jack didn"t give a d.a.m.n about Brady"s personal life. He could be dressing sheep in black garter belts and getting jiggy with them for all he cared. It was more tasty grist for Jamie"s mill but provided no answers for Jack.
"Let"s get back to the columns," he said. "Brady gave you no clue as to what"s up with them?"
"He did say that the globe wasn"t so much a map as a blueprint. It shows where the columns must go."
"So every bulb shows where he has buried or intends to bury a column."
"All except the reds. No columns go where the red bulbs are."
"Why not?"
He shrugged. "Before I could find out, he and Jensen dumped me here."
Jack unfolded the skin flap again. He studied the pattern of red and white scars and the lines connecting them, trying to superimpose the continental outlines. But he had no reference points. He needed another look at that globe. He wanted to know what the red dots meant. He had a feeling they were key.
Jamie was speaking in her reporter voice. "You say Brady and Jensen "dumped" you here. I don"t understand. Are you a prisoner?"
Blascoe nodded. "Better believe it."
"Why?"
"Because I"m stupid. Because I"m sick. And because I thought I was too important to mess with. Wrong again. I wanted to get Dormentalism back to the simple, hedonistic, mellow, hippie thing it started out to be, but I could see neither Brady nor the High Council was going to go for that willingly, so I figured I"d give "em a kick in the a.s.s to get them moving. I threatened to go public with my cancer and everything I knew about their money-grubbing racket. Said I"d call a press conference to announce I"d had lung cancer but I"d been cured by radiation and chemotherapy instead of my xelton, and how my xelton couldn"t cure me because there"s no such thing as a xelton-I made it all up.
"So they locked me away and made up that bulls.h.i.t about me putting myself in suspended animation."
"You said you were cured?"
He gave her a death"s head grin. "Sure as h.e.l.l don"t look cured, do I. That"s because the cure wasn"t. The tumor"s back. Now they especially don"t want me to be seen. Don"t want me wasting away in public."
"Isn"t there anything you can do?" Jamie said. "Chemotherapy or-?"
"Too late. I figure from the color of my pee that it"s in my liver-had hepat.i.tis once so I know how that goes-and dying is better than living through more rounds of chemo with no guarantee of success. I"m just gonna let nature take its course. That"s me: the original Mr. Natural."
Jamie said, "Why do you stay here? I don"t see any bars on the windows, no locks on the door. Why don"t you just walk out?"
Blascoe raised his head and Jack saw a strange look in his eyes.
"I would..." He lifted his shirt and pointed to a silver-dollar-sized lump on the right side of his abdomen, southwest of his navel. "Except for this."
Jamie craned her neck forward. "What is it?"
"A bomb. A miniature bomb."
20.