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Having circled the bow and e back down the port side； Delta…One now stood in the hydrolab from which he had seen Rachel emerge as the chopper had flown in。 A puter in the lab displayed an unsettling image…a polychromatic rendering of the pulsating； deepwater vortex that was apparently hovering over the ocean floor somewhere beneath the Goya。
Another reason to get the hell out of here； he thought； moving now toward his target。
The fax machine was on a counter on the far side of the wall。 The tray was filled with a stack of papers； exactly as Pickering had guessed it would be。 Delta…One picked up the stack。 A note from Rachel was on top。 Only two lines。 He read it。
To the point； he thought。
As he flipped through the pages； he was both amazed and dismayed by the extent to which Tolland and Rachel had uncovered the meteorite deception。 Whoever saw these printouts would have no doubt what they meant。 Fortunately； Delta…One would not even need to hit 〃redial〃 to find out where the printouts had gone。 The last fax number was still displayed in the LCD window。
A Washington； D。C。； prefix。
He carefully copied the fax number down； grabbed all the papers； and exited the lab。
Tolland's hands felt sweaty on the machine gun as he gripped it； aiming the muzzle at William Pickering's chest。 The NRO director was still pressuring Rachel to tell him where the data had been sent； and Tolland was starting to get the uneasy feeling that Pickering was simply trying to buy time。 For what？
〃The White House and NASA are innocent；〃 Pickering repeated。 〃Work with me。 Don't let my mistakes destroy what little credibility NASA has left。 NASA will look guilty if this gets out。 You and I can e to an arrangement。 The country needs this meteorite。 Tell me where you faxed the data before it's too late。〃
〃So you can kill someone else？〃 Rachel said。 〃You make me sick。〃
Tolland was amazed with Rachel's fortitude。 She despised her father； but she clearly had no intention of putting the senator in any danger whatsoever。 Unfortunately； Rachel's plan to fax her father for help had backfired。 Even if the senator came into his office； saw the fax； and called the President with news of the meteorite fraud and told him to call off the attack； nobody at the White House would have any idea what Sexton was talking about； or even where they were。
〃I will only say this one more time；〃 Pickering said； fixing Rachel with a menacing glare。 〃This situation is too plex for you to fully understand。 You've made an enormous mistake by sending that data off this ship。 You've put your country at risk。〃
William Pickering was indeed buying time； Tolland now realized。 And the reason was striding calmly toward them up the starboard side of the boat。 Tolland felt a flash of fear when he saw the soldier sauntering toward them carrying a stack of papers and a machine gun。
Tolland reacted with a decisiveness that shocked even himself。 Gripping the machine gun； he wheeled； aimed at the soldier； and pulled the trigger。
The gun made an innocuous click。
〃I found the fax number；〃 the soldier said； handing Pickering a slip of paper。 〃And Mr。 Tolland is out of ammunition。〃
124
Sedgewick Sexton stormed up the hallway of the PhilipA。 Hart Senate Office Building。 He had no idea how Gabrielle had done it； but she had obviously gotten into his office。 While they were speaking on the phone； Sexton had clearly heard the distinctive triple…click of his Jourdain clock in the background。 All he could imagine was that Gabrielle's eavesdropping on the SFF meeting had undermined her trust in him and she had gone digging for evidence。
How the hell did she get into my office！
Sexton was glad he'd changed his puter password。
When he arrived at his private office； Sexton typed in his code to deactivate the alarm。 Then he fumbled for his keys； unlocked the heavy doors； threw them open； and burst in； intent on catching Gabrielle in the act。
But the office was empty and dark； lit only by the glow of his puter screensaver。 He turned on the lights； his eyes scanning。 Everything looked in place。 Dead silence except for the triple…tick of his clock。
Where the hell is she？
He heard something rustle in his private bathroom and raced over； turning on the light。 The bathroom was empty。 He looked behind the door。 Nothing。
Puzzled； Sexton eyed himself in the mirror； wondering if he'd had too much to drink tonight。 I heard something。 Feeling disoriented and confused； he walked back into his office。
〃Gabrielle？〃 he called out。 He went down the hall to her office。 She wasn't there。 Her office was dark。
A toilet flushed in the ladies' room； and Sexton spun； striding now back in the direction of the restrooms。 He arrived just as Gabrielle was exiting； drying her hands。 She jumped when she saw him。
〃My God！ You scared me！〃 she said； looking genuinely frightened。 〃What are you doing here？〃
〃You said you were getting NASA documents from your office；〃 he declared； eyeing her empty hands。 〃Where are they？〃
〃I couldn't find them。 I looked everywhere。 That's what took so long。〃
He stared directly into her eyes。 〃Were you in my office？〃
I owe my life to his fax machine； Gabrielle thought。
Only minutes ago she'd been sitting at Sexton's puter； trying to make printouts of the images of illegal checks on his puter。 The files were protected somehow； and she was going to need more time to figure out how to print them。 She would probably still be trying right now if Sexton's fax machine had not rung； startling her and snapping her back to reality。 Gabrielle took it as her cue to get out。 Without taking time to see what the ining fax was； she logged off Sexton's puter； tidied up； and headed out the way she had e。 She was just climbing out of Sexton's bathroom when she heard him ing in。
Now； with Sexton standing before her； staring down； she sensed him searching her eyes for a lie。 Sedgewick Sexton could smell untruths like nobody Gabrielle had ever met。 If she lied to him； Sexton would know。
〃You've been drinking；〃 Gabrielle said； turning away。 How does he know I was in his office？
Sexton put his hands on her shoulders and spun her back around。 〃Were you in my office？〃
Gabrielle felt a rising fear。 Sexton had indeed been drinking。 His touch was rough。 〃In your office？〃 she demanded； forcing a confused laugh。 〃How？ Why？〃
〃I heard my Jourdain in the background when I called you。〃
Gabrielle cringed inwardly。 His clock？ It had not even occurred to her。 〃Do you know how ridiculous that sounds？〃
〃I spend all day in that office。 I know what my clock sounds like。〃
Gabrielle sensed she had to end this immediately。 The best defense is a good offense。 At least that's what Yolanda Cole always said。 Placing her hands on her hips； Gabrielle went for him with all she had。 She stepped toward him； getting in his face； glaring。 〃Let me get this straight； senator。 It's four o'clock in the morning； you've been drinking； you heard a ticking on your phone； and that's why you're here？〃 She pointed her finger indignantly down the hall at his door。 〃Just for the record； are you accusing me of disarming a federal alarm system； picking two set