Come And Find Me Part 25

"What the h.e.l.l is going on? Would you . . ."

Jake's m.u.f.fled voice continued speaking as Diana shouted over it, "Daniel, are you okay? Be careful up there. You could easily slip and-"

"Diana, stop it! I've done this a million times. I'm not going to slip."

He climbed up to the hatch, reached over, and pulled it open.

With a mighty crash, the door was bashed in again, and in the silence that followed, Jake's voice rang out, loud and clear. "Daniel! Are you in there? Open the G.o.dd.a.m.n door!"

Diana froze. She moved away from the door, pointing at it and looking up at Daniel.

Daniel sat astride the ledge to the outside, one leg out, one leg in. "Jake?" he shouted.

"What the h.e.l.l is going on in there?" Jake called back. "Hey, would you open the door?"

"Think about it," Diana said to Daniel, her voice a harsh whisper. "Ten minutes ago Jake was at a meeting in Bethesda. This can't be him. Not unless-"

"Not unless the meeting was a sham," Daniel said. "A setup. I knew it. But he couldn't . . . He wouldn't . . ."

"You said so yourself, his avatar was acting like Jake wasn't even there."

Daniel sat there for a moment, like he was trying to fit puzzle pieces together. Then he tossed the backpack outside and turned back to Diana. "Check camera seven. Now!"

It took her a moment to understand what he was asking her to do. She ran over to Daniel's computer and toggled through the surveillance feeds until she got to the video feed from the ceiling-mounted camera overlooking the landing outside the silo door. The fish-eye lens exaggerated size of the top of Jake's head.

"There's Jake," she said. "And there are two others. No, there are three of them."

"For chrissakes, would you let me in?" Jake's voice was barely audible.

"Who's out there with him?" Daniel said.

"Who's that out there with you?" Diana shouted through the door.

"What are you talking about? No one's out here with me. Open the G.o.dd.a.m.ned door!"

Daniel looked down at her. He had one leg out and one leg in, a picture of indecision-an emotion she could never remember witnessing in him before. All he needed was a little nudge.

"You saw for yourself," Diana said. "At least six people entered the building. Now three of them are out in the hall with Jake." She glanced at the screen. "They're wearing dark jumpsuits and gloves. And they've got hoods pulled over their faces."

BAM. The door trembled with the impact. The surveillance still showed Jake rearing back, about to bash the door again with an ancient copper fire extinguisher. BAM!

"Go! Get out here," Diana cried up to Daniel. "They've got a battering ram. They'll break through any minute."

Diana cringed as the fire extinguisher crashed into the door again. The air inside the silo seemed to vibrate with the noise.

"Hurry!" she shouted. "This bolt's not going to hold much longer."

"Come with me," Daniel said.

At first she couldn't believe her ears. "What?"

"I said, come with me," Daniel shouted.

This hadn't been in the script either. "I can't. I mustn't. Daniel, you need me here to deal with these . . . these people."

Daniel leaned down and extended his arm to her. "Come on. I'm not leaving without you."

BAM. And a moment later, again. Soon the bolt would give and the door would fly open.

"Daniel, you have to go. Now. There's no time. And besides, I can't climb. It's impossible."

"That's ridiculous. Of course you can climb."

She took a step closer to the silo wall.

"Come on. Don't overthink it, babe."

She looked up, thirty feet overhead, to where Daniel was effortlessly perched.

"I'm not going," he said. "Not unless you come with me."

Before Diana realized she'd made the decision to do it, she was on the wall, grabbing hold of the U-shaped end of one of the rebars. She stepped up onto another one at knee height and pulled herself up.

If she'd been the invincible Nadia, she could have done this easily. Dressed as Nadia, she'd have had a better shot at it. But Nadia's leather jacket was on the floor where Daniel had been sleeping.

BAM. Then a clatter. She looked over, and though she couldn't see it, she knew that a screw had fallen from the bolt or door hinge.

"Diana! Come on!" Daniel said.

She craned her neck and looked up. He sat on the ledge, swinging his legs, perched there like a lost boy.

He stretched out his arm to her. "I love you."

The words struck her like dissonant chords. She swallowed tears. "You don't, you know. I'm not even sure you can."

Daniel looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time. "I need you."

There. That was more like it. Daniel had faked his own death, erased his fingerprints, embarked on a plan to discredit DNA. But he needed a partner with at least one foot in the real world in order to set the stage for the mayhem he intended to unleash next. She'd robbed him of Jake. She was his last hope.

Just focus on the moment, she told herself as she climbed up to the next rebar. Grabbed a higher handhold. Then climbed higher. And to the next and the next, until she was halfway up the wall.

Again there was a crash, then a metallic screech, as if a hinge had come loose.

Diana froze. She clung to the wall.

"Come on! You can do it," Daniel said. "You can do whatever you set your mind to."

She started up again. "I'm coming. Wait for me outside."

She looked up again and he was gone. When she reached the hatch, she heard Daniel outside, his footsteps on the metal platform at the top of the outside stairs. Waiting for her. Sure that she'd be by his side in moments.

"Sorry, Daniel," she whispered. "You're on your own this time."

She held on to a rebar with one hand, and with the other, she slammed the door to the hatch shut and drove the bolt home. Then she hung there for a moment, panting.

From the other side of the hatch she heard Daniel banging. "Diana!"

"Go!" she screamed. "They're here!"

There was another crash from below. "Daniel!" Jake's voice was so loud it sounded as if he was in the silo. Looking down, she could see that the door had buckled. It was seconds from giving way completely.

Diana took a tentative step down to a lower rebar. The tables and chairs and computer equipment looked so far away. She hung on, disoriented, as the world pinwheeled.

She couldn't lose it now. She had to center herself. Get a grip. Don't overthink it, babe.

She stared straight ahead at the plaster wall inches in front of her nose, at the dimples and irregularities in the surface that were invisible from below. She envisioned the rebars, above and below her, studding the wall at regular intervals. They were goals, and hitting them would trigger jingling coins like the ones in the first video games she'd played as a kid. Each one she triggered would increase her point count.

If . . . no, when she reached the floor, she'd finish liberating the princess from the clutches of the trolls.

Chapter Thirty-Six.

When the silo door burst open, Diana was crouched under one of the tables. Her scream was genuine as the fire extinguisher went careening past her and bashed into the wall.

She'd had barely enough time to set all the system clocks back to the correct time and disarm all the doors in the complex. She'd sent Pam an urgent text message telling her to restore the live feeds from the mill's surveillance cameras. She needed to touch base with Ashley, but Jake's returning nearly two hours ahead of schedule had thrown everything off. Her only hope was to keep Jake guessing.

"Daniel!" Jake cried as he burst into the silo. He stopped in his tracks. "Daniel?" He turned in a full circle, finally spotting Diana cowering under the table.

"Jake?" Diana crept out. "You're alone? I thought . . . thank G.o.d it's only you." She stood, holding her hand to her throat and panting for breath. "I bolted the door. I was afraid-"

"Why the h.e.l.l didn't you let me in?"

"I couldn't believe you'd be back so soon."

"I caught an earlier flight."

"I'm sorry. I thought it was a trick."

"A trick? Couldn't you hear me screaming? You crazy-" He stopped and looked around. "Where's Daniel?"

"I thought you knew. He's long gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?"

"Left hours ago."

"Gone where?"

"I . . . I don't know. But he's not coming back. He said his dream's been perverted. He's starting over. Clean. To do that, he had to get away from me. From you."

The blood left Jake's face. "From me? No way."

"I'm just telling you what he said."

"He wouldn't just take off."

"See for yourself." She pointed to the systems on the floor. "He took all the hard disks with him." Not that Daniel would be able to use what was stored on them. Soon enough, he'd discover that all of the data had been encrypted.

Jake squatted by one of the servers and peered in at the empty slots. "Where are they?"

Diana held out her hands. "I told you. Daniel took them."

"I don't believe you." Then his gaze swept the room. "Where did you hide them?"

Diana sank down in her chair. As Jake tore through the room, pulling open drawers and clearing shelves, she checked the surveillance feeds. She switched all the exterior cameras to night vision. The one overlooking the loading dock showed a human figure. It was Daniel, getting into the Hummer.

Jake looked everywhere, even inside the little refrigerator.

"Really, they're not here," Diana said.

"It makes no sense. Why would he leave when . . . ?"

"When you're about to hit pay dirt?"

He gave her a cold stare. "Something like that."

Jake went over to his workstation and toggled through the security camera feeds. Diana watched, her heart in her throat. Her plans depended on help arriving on schedule.

"I told you. He's gone," she said.

Jake grabbed her upper arm. "What did you say to him?"

She wrenched free. She had to be careful not to overplay her hand. "I just pointed out the obvious. That you and Daniel have different goals. He's an idealist. And you . . . well, you're not."

"I do what it takes to get Daniel what he wants," Jake said. "It's not cheap, getting the wherewithal to save the world from Big Brother and all that s.h.i.t that he's into. He's known that from the beginning."

"From the beginning. And when was it that you started planning all of this?" She indicated the s.p.a.ce around them.

Jake looked at Diana, eyes narrowed. "Does it matter?"

"It matters to me."