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Chapter 35

The President looked appalled.

"Based on what we now know, we have determined that Special Agent Winter impregnated the young wife of the Patriarch in Washington state. And we have now matched Winter to multiple samples of DNA taken from the residence of the Amerithrax suspect. We have been led a merry chase," Chao concluded. "But I believe we have finally found our man."

Rebecca picked up the thread. "Based on information from BuDark, we know that Lawrence Winter supplied bioterror weapons to a group of Muslims in Israel. He worked through an intermediary named Ibrahim Al-Hitti, an Egyptian with connections to Hamas, Hezbollah, Al Aqsa Martyrs Brigade, and more. We think Winter convinced Al-Hitti that he could supply anthrax modified to kill only Jews. Apparently, Al-Hitti tested a small amount of this anthrax on Jews in Iraq. Whatever Amerithrax was making in California was shipped to Washington state to be packed into fireworks sh.e.l.ls, which were then flown to Gaza City by private jet and driven into Jerusalem. The sh.e.l.ls were intercepted by Israeli police. The Israelis have tested them-and surprisingly, these sh.e.l.ls contain not anthrax, but yeast. So far, we"ve only found a tiny supply of anthrax left over in California-but lots of yeast. Three months ago, someone launched twenty similar sh.e.l.ls over Silesia, Ohio. As well, these sh.e.l.ls apparently contained nothing but brewer"s yeast."

"Silesia-loss of long-term memory," Schein said.

Rebecca nodded. "There may have been a similar plot to attack Rome, which we foiled when we disrupted the factory in Washington state."



The President"s expression had transformed to stunned wonder.

"We have ten minutes," Schein said, tapping her watch.

Rebecca touched Jane Rowland"s shoulder.

Ghastly pale, Jane smoothed her hands on her knees and referred to her notes. "Madam President, I track dating and lonely hearts sites on the Web," she began, "looking for descriptions of possible criminal activity. We resort to this expedient because so much real criminal communication is unbreakably encrypted. We"re looking for an entry point, a c.h.i.n.k in the encrypted data."

"Let"s move quickly, Agent Rowland," Hiram said.

"I found several lovelog chat entries, written by the wife of an extremist Jewish settler living in Kiryat Shimona. She describes having s.e.xual relations with a tall American with one blue eye and one green eye. She says the American is working with her husband on something important for the future of the Jews. She claims her American lover has...uh, had experienced an extreme circ.u.mcision, all the foreskin removed down to the shaft..."a skinned eel", as she describes it, "Bedouin-style". We have OPM files showing that before he joined the FBI, Lawrence Winter gave himself just such a circ.u.mcision, to avoid detection when working undercover in Muslim countries."

"Jesus Christ," the President exploded. "How in h.e.l.l does a Jewish housewife know what a Bedouin"s c.o.c.k looks like?"

Jane was stricken silent.

Outside, rain from the wet night dripped down a gutter.

President La.r.s.en rose and swirled an accusing finger around the room. "This is more than a nightmare-it"s a G.o.dd.a.m.ned farce. farce. An AWOL FBI agent gallivants around the world, recruits terrorists, seduces their wives, h.e.l.l-screws every b.i.t.c.h he can get his hands on-" An AWOL FBI agent gallivants around the world, recruits terrorists, seduces their wives, h.e.l.l-screws every b.i.t.c.h he can get his hands on-"

"Madam President," Schein cautioned. La.r.s.en was furious and having none of it.

"-Not to mention official privacy violations beyond anything even I could have imagined, at least one murder, and now a clandestine connection between our own beloved FBI and the Amerithrax killer." The President took a gla.s.s of ice water from her lead Secret Service agent, drank half, then rolled it across her forehead. "Where is this b.a.s.t.a.r.d now? And what in G.o.d"s name is he up to?"

Another pause.

"Am I next?" asked the sepulchral Dr. Wheatstone, the yeast expert. "I may have an answer to your second question."

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT.

Mecca.

Lawrence.

Larry.

Special Agent Lawrence Winter.

His memory was definitely not as sharp as it had once been. His energy was also leaking away day by day, and he awoke each morning soaked in a creeping hopelessness that was hard to shake. So many places, so many names...

Winter looked through the drawn-back curtains of the hotel room window, across the Al Masjid Haram-the huge, three-story Grand Mosque-at the desert dawn, pallid blue and yellow.

Out on the plain of Mina, five kilometers from the hotel, late preparations for the Hajj were still being made. Fireproof tents were being erected by the tens of thousands, barely in time for the hordes arriving by bus. It was chaos in the broad tent city.

Yigal and Yitzhak entered the room bearing hot coffee in familiar green and white cups. "Wake up, sleepyheads," they called out. When they were in the suite they donned kipot kipots embroidered with Hebrew and often spoke Hebrew, in defiance of his orders and of common sense. What if they were heard? n.o.body spoke Hebrew in Mecca. They had smuggled the kipot kipots in their kits like headstrong kids on a school outing. Months ago, he would have exacted swift discipline. Now, he could barely muster irritation.

Yigal grinned as he handed Winter his coffee. "Have you seen? They are gathering like sardines. There must be a half million already. The war means nothing to them, poor b.a.s.t.a.r.ds." He began a little dance. "Seventy-two pure and shapely houris for every martyr! Wouldn"t you like to wholesale blackeyed virgins? We could make a pile of shekels."

Baruch and Gershon came back to the room, put on their kipot kipots, and squatted beside him. "I was out for four o"clock prayer," Gershon said. "The wind is blowing from the west at four to seven knots. I had a long talk with a fine, whitehaired gentleman from Ethiopia, full of aches and pains. We spoke of the hardships and glory of those who die on Hajj. He was most interested to hear of what is happening in Palestine. He professed that the world would be much improved if all the Jews were lined up and burned alive."

"He"ll surely go straight to heaven and immediately screw all his virgins," Yigal said.

"Tomorrow there will be a million," Gershon said. He saw that Winter had not finished his cup. "What"s wrong with the coffee, Mr. Brown? It is fresh from Starbucks downstairs. There is a Kentucky Fried Chicken, even a McDonald"s, did you see them?"

Yigal jumped up. "I"ll check the trucks. David and Gershon stood guard last but they aren"t mechanically minded, so who knows what could be stolen? They wouldn"t miss an axle or two."

Gershon scoffed. The trucks had been parked in a secured garage not far from the Grand Mosque.

"Three days," Winter warned as they all removed their kipot kipots. "When the pilgrims return to Mina. When they start stoning the devil. Not before."

"Of course," Menachem said happily. "Like sardines. Like f.u.c.king shoals of sweet herring."

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE.

Reagan International Airport.

William rolled his suitcase from the plane, following a young woman dressed in new Bureau trainee casuals-golf shirt, cargo pants and cap, duffel bag-decorated with FBI logos, shooting badges, pins and b.u.t.tons. She was five-six, in her mid-twenties, with short-cut brown hair and a series of stud holes around her ear but no studs, fingernails painted pink but chipped at the edges, brown eyes bright despite the time-it was eleven p.m. He felt like a wet sock but she was full of energy, arriving for the next cla.s.s at the Q-the promise of a dream career.

Cop Valhalla.

He had read and re-read Dr. Wheatstone"s reports on the plane from Ohio. The last few pages had hit him hard.

The PrPSc prion genes inserted into this transgenic laboratory yeast are easily transferred to other yeast. What is more interesting, the genes have acquired adaptive modifications within the yeast, such that they can also be exchanged with naturally occurring varieties of fungus. Such fungi are ubiquitous in our environment.

Once the modified yeast are released into the wild, there may be no way to cap the genie"s bottle. These transformably infectious proteins could become widespread in our environment. The entire world could be exposed to a memory-destroying, brain-wasting sickness as insidious as bovine spongiform encephalopathy-Mad Cow disease.

Rebecca stood by the baggage carousel. William waved a greeting. "Thanks for coming." He tapped the handle of his rolling suitcase. "This is all I"m carrying."

Rebecca surrept.i.tiously stuck out her finger in the direction of the trainee. "Isn"t she lovely?"

"Cute," William admitted.

The trainee quickly pulled her luggage from the carousel to the doors.

"Was I ever that fresh, that new new?" Rebecca asked.

William b.u.t.toned his coat. "In my eyes, Agent Rose, you sparkle with morning dew."

Rebecca blinked. "Let"s move," she said. "We"re going where she"s going, but we"re not waiting for the bus."

"Why Quantico?" William asked.

"We have an appointment with Pete Farrow."

"d.a.m.n," William said.

"You got out of Ohio just in time, I hear," Rebecca said as she drove them down 95 through pouring rain.

William nodded. "They"re setting up a Joint Operations Center. EPA is working the hospitals. FEMA brought in their trucks yesterday. Full-blast terror alert. Naturally, they"ve clamped a lid on everything."

"Looky what you started," Rebecca said.

"How did it go with the President?" William asked.

"Awful," Rebecca said with a grimace. "n.o.body in the White House is in any mood to be magnanimous. They"re still finding b.o.o.by traps."

"What?"

"Bugs in the paint, even in the situation room. Can you blame them for being paranoid?"

That left them in silence for a few minutes.

"How did you find Wheatstone?" Rebecca asked.

"I did a search," William said. "Plugged in the words memory, yeast, memory, yeast, and and dementia dementia. That brought me to Wheatstone"s university Web site. I called-and he told me about the transgenic experiments, then, with a little prodding, about two accidental contaminations, a lab break-in six years ago, and the burgled yeast. He said he had reported all that to Homeland Security and the CDC, as required. Then I tracked down the CDC records. Did our good doctor impress the President?"

"Threat Level Ex-Lax," Rebecca said. "They"re still not telling me everything they know, William-not yet. What the f.u.c.k happened to this country?"

"We got scared," William said.

"Scared stupid?" Rebecca"s tone was pure acid.

"Shall I drive?" William asked.

"I"m fine, fine," Rebecca said, her knuckles white on the wheel.

"Congratulations, by the way," William said after another pause.

"Botnik collared Amerithrax," Rebecca said. "Just as well. I"d have shot the b.a.s.t.a.r.d." She looked at the highway through underslung eyes. "Did you meet any of the people in Silesia?"

"I visited the hospital," William said.

"What are they like?"

"Like my father. Pleasant. Forgetful. Nothing much left from before a year or two ago. They still have language, habits, skills...personality. Just no memory of how they got them. There might be tens of thousands affected already. It got into a bakery."

Rebecca"s eyelids fluttered and her lips turned down. Quietly, "A bakery?"

"They shut it down and sealed it off."

"So it"s too late, whatever we do?"

"Wheatstone thinks one release won"t tip the balance. But two or three, around the world...That would be bad."

Rebecca stopped at the red line twenty feet from the guard house and waited for the first stage security inspection. "Are we infected?" she asked.

"I hope not," William said. "It was raining at the farm when we arrived."

The car"s radio frequency ID tag met the first guard"s approval and the gate lifted. They drove slowly past the concrete gatehouse, then she pulled off to the side and parked and they both got out while the car was examined with undercarriage mirrors, high frequency sonic imagers. One guard checked their stress levels with pong sniffers. "Big meeting today?" he asked with a wry grin.

The young Marine at the gate dropped the concrete and steel barriers across the drive. "Welcome to the FBI Academy," she said.

CHAPTER SIXTY.

Hogantown.

Pete Farrow walked ahead on Ness Avenue, huge shoulders straining at his knit shirt, loafers silent on the pavement, tapping his folded umbrella. William and Rebecca followed. The rain had stopped at one in the morning and the streets of Hogantown were shiny and empty. Somewhere east, a Hostage Rescue Team helicopter was practicing touch-and-go, turbines alternately whining and roaring, but mostly the Academy was asleep. There was an early morning wakeup.

"We"ll talk in the shoot house," Farrow called back, "It"s safe. I swept it myself."

William exchanged a glance with Rebecca as they turned into a shallow alleyway. Farrow unlocked the steel door to the command center and pointed them up the long flight of steps to the overlook"s bay window. Rebecca went first.

"Still have buck fever?" Farrow asked William.

William smiled.

"All my tricks revealed-shoot house will never play the same." Farrow unlocked the door at the top of the steps and they entered a cool, dark silence.

"I don"t think you"ve met Jacob Levine," Farrow said as a shadow swung around in a chair before the bay window. Farrow switched on the overhead light. Levine was wearing a purple fleece vest and a yarmulke. His face was puffy and stiff. "He knew Griff pretty well," Farrow said.

"Rebecca and I have met," Levine said. "Sorry about your father, Agent Griffin." They shook hands. Levine offered his seat to Farrow, who took it as his due. The rest of the seats in the command overlook were folding chairs. The floor was plywood. Exercise plans on butcher paper had been pasted along the side walls, Xs and Ys scattered around the floor plan as if in preparation for a game of football. Everything smelled of warm electronics with a cold tang of concrete powder from the slug-absorbing walls below.

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