The Library at Mount Char Part 18

"It isn't radioactive. I promise." She sniffed, a little offended. "Nothing so crude as that."

"How do you know this thing, whatever it is, won't work on me?"

"Well...we don't. Not for sure. But the only ones it does seem to work on are the people connected to Father. Regular people, people like you-FedEx drivers, pizza delivery guys, regular Americans-come and go all the time. It doesn't seem to have any effect on them."

"That's why you did all this to me? You just picked me at random? Because I'm a regular guy?"

Carolyn nodded. "That's about it, yeah."

"Bulls.h.i.t."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure that I unders-"

"I mean," Steve said, smiling, "that you are f.u.c.king lying to me, you lying-a.s.s liar."

"Steve, I can a.s.sure you that-"

"Save it."

"Beg pardon?"

"Don't bother. I'm sure they're very nice lies but, really, don't bother. I'll do it."

She raised an eyebrow again.

"Discounting that duffel bag full of cash, which I seriously doubt you'd let me walk out of here with, I've got no money, no car, no ID, and no one I'm even close to close enough to go to for help. I figure I'd last twenty-four hours on my own, tops. Then I'd either be back in jail or, more likely, shot resisting arrest." And if I say no, you'll probably have that big guy cut my throat, or whatever. I don't think he'd mind at all.

"Well," she said, "I guess that's good news."

"I'm sure you can see the joy in my eyes. I have some questions, though."

"Of course."

"What's the deal with the jogging? Why don't I just drive in? It'd be quicker, and if this whatever-it-is turns out to be too heavy to carry, then I can-"

"Welllll...it's kind of a safety precaution."

"Oh?" He leaned forward, smiling ferociously. "Do tell."

"If"-she held up a finger-"if you did turn out to be susceptible to the effects, of the, ah, perimeter defense, then you wouldn't want to be in a car. At the speeds they move, you could hit a fatal depth before you really knew what was happening. On foot, you can just turn around if you start feeling sick."

"Sick how?"

"It's different for everybody. David got a brutal headache. My face started bleeding. Peter caught on fire. Basically, if you're moving along feeling fine and you all of a sudden start feeling pain, turn back before it gets any worse."

"What if I do turn out to be susceptible? Do I still get the pardon and the cash?" He wouldn't believe her answer, but he was curious to hear what it was.

"As to the pardon, sure. All we ask is that you try. And, like I said, the money is already yours."

"That was very convincing."

She rubbed her forehead. "Steve, I don't know what to say to-"

"Save it. You said you know where this thing is, but not what it is? Can you explain that to me?"

"Sure. Because of the way the perimeter-defense system works, the area that is affected is in the shape of a sphere. Basically we got a map and walked the perimeter of the circle. It has to be in the center of that."

He thought this over. "What if it's in a tree or buried or something? It doesn't have to be at ground level."

"Fair point, but we tested for that, as well."

"How?"

"Very carefully. Look, we can go into the methods if you want, but I promise you, the object is at 222 Garrison Drive, fifty-seven feet back from the curb of the street, sitting about two feet off the ground."

"Two feet off the ground? Is it floating?"

"It's on the porch."

"And you have no idea what the object is?"

She shook her head. "It could be anything. Probably it will be something small, innocuous. That porch is usually empty."

"How do you know?"

She scrunched up her face, considering how to answer. "Because it's my house."

"Your house?"

"Why does that surprise you?"

"From the way you dress I figured you were homeless."

She frowned. "Well, I'm not. The house belongs to our Father, but we all live there."

"All who?"

She gestured at the room behind her. "My family."

"Yeah...you keep calling these guys your family. You don't look much alike."

"We're adopted."

"All of you?"

"Yes. Father took us in when our parents died."

"Sounds like a real prince."

"That's why we're so anxious to be sure he's OK," she said dryly.

"So...you think, what? Somebody is trying to keep you out of your own house?"

"It appears that way, yes."

"Any idea why?"

"Father is a more important person than he lets on. He's...something of a kingmaker. He has powerful friends."

That, Steve decided, might be true as well. Certainly the president had jumped when the man's daughter said "frog."

"And powerful enemies?" She nodded. "Yes. Some of them might like to inspect things he kept in the house. Books."

So...what? Mob accountant? A Meyer Lansky type? "What sort of people are we talking about here? If it's drug cartels, I think I'd just as soon take my-"

Carolyn snorted laughter.

"What's funny?"

"I'm trying to imagine Father involved in a drug deal. No. That isn't it."

"Who, then?"

"I'm really not at liberty to say." She offered a frosty smile.

"Right." Steve sighed. "So you think one of these enemies of your dad snuck in and set your perimeter-defense system?"

"Possibly. Somebody had to put it there. The porch was empty when I left that morning. I'm sure of it. All we really know is that Father hasn't been seen since the perimeter-defense system was set." She fished a crooked Marlboro out of the pack and popped a wooden match alight against her lacquered thumbnail. The flame flickered a little as she held it under the end of the cigarette, amplifying a nearly imperceptible tremble.

"Maybe he was the one who set it. Did you ever think of that?"

She frowned. "That is conceivable. I really can't imagine why he'd do something like that, but...maybe. If so, we'd like to go to him and very politely ask him why. Basically we need to get into the Library and look around. There are also reference materials there that may be of use. If you can help us with that, I absolutely guarantee you'll walk away unharmed, wealthy, and free of criminal entanglements."

"We'll pretend for the moment that I believe you. Anything else?"

She bent over and unzipped the duffel bag. There was a holstered pistol inside. "You might need this."

"Oh."

"Is that a problem?"

"No. It's actually sort of weirdly rea.s.suring. Up until now this was sounding way too good to be true. Who might I be shooting, do you think?"

"Well...again, very probably no one. But as I said, Father is a powerful man. He has...bodyguards. It is possible-not likely, but possible-that they might see you jogging and take it as a threat. In that case," she shrugged, "better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it."

He glanced at the case. It was an HK 9mm semiautomatic. "Three magazines? That's a lot of bullets."

"You might be a lousy shot."

"It so happens that I am. Which means I'm less than enthusiastic about shooting it out with professional bodyguards."

She opened her mouth, hesitated, then shut it.

"What?"

She shook her head.

"What, Carolyn?"

"If it came down to a...an open conflict with the sentinels...you would not be alone."

"Oh? And who, pray tell, would be helping me?"

"Friends of my brother. They're very skilled, I promise. If it comes to that they can and will protect you. You would be safe."

"I don't doubt they're very good." And probably weird as h.e.l.l. "Do you mind if I look at the gun?"

She slid the duffel bag across the table. He took the pistol out of the holster and examined it. He slipped a magazine in, c.o.c.ked it, pointed it at her. "What if I just shoot you and take the money?"

She gave him a bright smile. "Then I'd be out of this nightmare, I suppose. And my brother David would kill you. He'd probably take his time about it. And we'd find someone else to do the job instead."

She didn't seem even a little nervous. The sounds of s.e.x emanating from the back room stopped. A moment later the big guy, David, peeped around the corner. He smiled at Steve. He said something to Carolyn in that birdsong language of theirs. She answered in kind.

Steve smiled back, wide and rea.s.suring. "Just asking." He lowered the pistol. David watched him for a moment, then grabbed another brownie and went away again. "Anything else?"

"No...no."

"What?"

"I just...I wish there was a way to keep in touch with you while you're out there. Doing the run. I just can't think of anything we could..." She trailed off. "What?"

Steve was staring at her. He was thinking, This woman is...not insane, exactly...something else? What he said was, "Have you not heard of cell phones?"

"Oh," she said. She nodded, wide-eyed and, to Steve's increasingly practiced eye, completely full of s.h.i.t. "Yeah. Sure. Lots of times."

PART II.

THE ANATOMY OF LIONS.

Chapter 7.