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nds imparted to the air。
Joe could understand why Rose might have pulled her blazer shut and huddled into it。 This night had both the moon and the Santa Ana wind to spark a voodoo current in the spine…and a parentless boy without a name； who lived in a coffin of steel and moved invisible through a world of potential victims oblivious to him。
Are we recording？
The boy had known about the cockpit voice recorder…and he'd left a cry for help on it。
One of their names is Dr。 Louis Blom。 One of their names is Dr。 Keith Ramlock。 They're doing bad things to me。 They're mean to me。 Make them stop。 Make them stop hurting me。
Whatever else he was…sociopathic psychotic homicidal…he was also a child。 A beast； an abomination； a terror； but also a child。 He had not asked to be born； and if he was evil； they had made him so by failing to teach him any human values； by treating him as mere ordnance； by rewarding him for murder。 Beast he was； but a pitiable beast； lost and alone； wandering in a maze of misery。
Pitiable but formidable。 And still out there。 Waiting to be told where he could find Rose Tucker。 And Nina。
This is fun。
The boy enjoyed the killing。 Joe supposed it was even possible that his handlers had never instructed him to destroy everyone aboard Nationwide Flight 353； that he had done it as an act of rebellion and because he enjoyed it。
Make them stop or when I get the chance 。 。 。 when I get the chance； I'll kill everybody。 Everybody。 I will。 I'll do it。 I'll kill everybody； and I'll like it。
Recalling those words from the transcript； Joe sensed that the boy had not been referring merely to the passengers on the doomed airliner。 By then he had already made the decision to kill them all。 He was speaking of some act more apocalyptic than three hundred and twenty murders。
What could he acplish if provided with photographs and the geographical coordinates of not merely a missile…tracking facility but a plex of nuclear…missile launch silos？
'Jesus；' Joe whispered。
Somewhere in the night； Nina waited。 In the hands of a friend of Rose's； but inadequately protected。 Vulnerable。
Rose seemed to be taking a long time。
Rapping on the restroom door； Joe called her name； but she did not respond。 He hesitated； knocked again； and when she weakly called 'Joe；' he pushed the door open。
She was perched on the edge of the toilet seat。 She had taken off her navy blazer and her white blouse； the latter lay blood…soaked on the sink。
He hadn't realized she'd been bleeding。 Darkness and the blazer had hidden the blood from him。
As he stepped into the restroom； he saw that she had shaped a press of sorts from a wad of wet paper towels。 She was pressing it to her left pectoral muscle； above her breast。
'That one shot on the beach；' he said numbly。 'You were hit。'
'The bullet passed through；' she said。 'There's an exit wound in back。 Nice and clean。 I haven't even bled all that much； and the pain is tolerable 。 。。 So why am I getting weaker？'
'Internal bleeding；' he suggested； wincing as he looked at the exit wound in her back。
'I know anatomy；' she said。 'I took the hit in just the right spot。 Couldn't have picked it better。 Shouldn't be any damage to major vessels。'
'The round might have hit a bone and fragmented。 The fragment maybe didn't e out； took a different track。'
'I was so thirsty。 Tried to drink some water from the faucet。 Almost passed out when I bent over。'
'This settles it；' he said。 His heart was racing。 'We've got to get you to a doctor。'
'Get me to Nina。'
'Rose； damn it…'
'Nina can heal me；' she said； and as she spoke； she looked guiltily away from him。
Astonished； he said； 'Heal you？'
'Trust me。 Nina can do what no doctor can； what no one else on earth can do。'
At that moment； on some level； he knew at least one of Rose Tucker's remaining secrets； but he could not allow himself to take out that dark pearl of knowledge and examine it。
'Help me get my blouse and blazer on； and let's go。 Get me into Nina's hands。 Her healing hands。'
Though half sick with worry； he did as she wanted。 As he dressed her； he remembered how larger than life she had seemed in the cemetery Saturday morning。 Now she was so small。
Through a hot clawing wind that mimicked the songs of wolves； she leaned on him all the way back to the car。
When he got her settled in the passenger's seat； she asked if he would get her something to drink。
From a vending machine in front of the station； he purchased a can of Pepsi and one of Orange Crush。 She preferred the Crush； and he opened it for her。
Before she accepted the drink； she gave him two things： the Polaroid photograph of his family's graves； and the folded dollar…bill on which the serial number； minus the fourth digit； provided the phone number at which Mark of lnfiniface could be reached in an emergency。 'And before you start driving； I want to tell you how to find the cabin in Big Bear…in case I can't hold on until we get there。'
'Don't be silly。 You'll make it。'
'Listen；' she said； and again she projected the charisma that manded attention。
He listened as she told him the way； and his familiarity with the Big Bear area was such that he didn't need to write down the directions。
'And as for Infiniface；' she said； 'I trust them； and they are my natural allies…and Nina's…as Mark said。 But I'm afraid they can be too easily infiltrated。 That's why I wouldn't let them e with us tonight。 But if we're not followed； then this car is clean； and maybe their security is good enough。 If worse es to worst and you don't know where to turn。 。 。 they may be your best hope。'
His chest tightened and his throat thickened as she spoke； and finally he said； 'I don't want to hear any more of this。 I'll get you to Nina in time。'
Rose's right hand trembled now； and Joe was not certain that she could hold the Orange Crush。 But she managed it； drinking thirstily。
As he drove back onto the San Bernardino Freeway； heading east； she said； 'I've never meant to hurt you； Joe。'
'You haven't。'
'I've done a terrible thing though。'
He glanced at her。 He didn't dare ask what she had done。 He kept that shiny black pearl of knowledge tucked deep in the purse of his mind。
'Don't hate me too much。'
'I don't hate you at all。'
'My motives were good。 They haven't always been。 Certainly weren't spotless when I went to work at Project Ninety…nine。 But my motives were good this time； Joe。'
Driving out of the light storm of Los Angeles and its suburbs； toward the mountain darkness where Nina dwelled； Joe waited for Rose to tell him why he should hate her。
'So 。 。 。 let me tell you；' she said； 'about the project's only true success 。 。
Ascend； now； in the elevator from the little glimpse of hell at the bottom of those six subterranean levels； leaving the boy in his containment vessel； and e all the way up to the security room where the descent began。 Farther still； to the southeast corner of the ground floor； where CCY…21…21 resides。
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