Even if we knew for certain, what good would it do to tell them? Look at em down there. Ten million people. What do you think theyd do if they knew a cloud of death was heading their way? Can you imagine it? Jeez
For a long moment there was silence, and the balmy Southern California autumn night seemed to grow colder. Then Max said softly, Whatever it takes, we have to keep a lid on this thing. Lets find out where this is coming from, but for Gods sake, dont let it get out were even close to looking at this guy. Abbys a media magnet even under normal circumstances-surrounds himself with the biggest names in showbiz and politics. If even a hint of this were to hit the media He caught his breath, then growled, They cant know. Understand? Nobodycan know.
When the shivering started, Celia did the only thing she knew how to do: She wrapped her arms around the injured mans body and held him, rocking him like a baby and whispering, Its okayits okayIve got youshhIve got you.
Ah, those maternal instincts, Doc said in his dry, ironic way as he came into the room. He was carrying a scuffed leather bag which he placed on the armchair next to the bed. Cant keep em buried forever, can you, love?
He was shivering, Celia snapped, glaring up at him. She felt a bit foolish, now that her backup had returned, although perhaps rather in need of some soothing and mothering herself, after what shed just heard. Except her chills, her shivering, were all hidden inside.
Dont tell anyone. Nobodycan know.
Who in the world is this guy? Babbling about bombs and death and luxury yachts
Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into? Why didnt I do the sensible thing and call the cops when I had the chance?
She still could, she supposed, only how was she going to explain what the guy was doing here, in her house? In her bed?
She was once more acutely aware of the weight of the cold, hard body pressing against her, the grittiness of sand, the sharp, sea smell of his hair. He was muttering unintelligibly through pale lavender-colored lips that barely seemed to move, and shivering less violently, now, in fitful bursts. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
Has he said anything that might tell us who he is? Doc casually asked, glancing at the mans face as he bent over him, his fingers monitoring pulse beats.
Celia shook her head. Nothing I can make out, she lied, repressing a shudder. And then, reconsidering a little, He keeps talking about somebody named Max.
Hmm Doc folded down the top edge of the blankets and frowned at the ragged wound high on the mans chest. Even from her position, wedged behind the injured mans broad shoulder, Celia could see that the crater was glistening with new, red blood. Friend, familylover?
I dont think so, she whispered. The cold hollow place inside her had just gotten bigger.
Okay, Max, this was my bright ideaI hope to God it works.
Silently cursing the circumstances that had him clinging to the hull of a superluxury yacht in the cold, dark Pacific, Roy rode the gentle swell outside the marinas breakwater and listened to the mutter of voices far above his head. The security guards were making their roundsright on schedule. Hed clocked them three full rotations and they hadnt varied their routine. This time he was going in.
The voices faded, blending into the shush and sigh of the waves. Roy glanced at the greenish numbers on the face of the chronometer on his wrist and patted the waterproof packet taped to his chest inside his wet suit. The packet contained a chip roughly the size and shape of a postage stamp, and it would be his job to install it in the motherboard of the computer panel that controlled and monitored the yachts three big-and, according to their schematics, virtually indestructible-diesel engines. According to the yacht manufacturers blueprints hed committed to memory, the computer was located in the central control room, essentially a locked vault deep in the bowels of the yacht, near the engine room.
Amazing, he thought, that such a tiny thing could bring those engines to a standstill. Even better, the cause of the problem would be almost impossible for anyone but a technician to detect. Any call for such a technician would, of course, be intercepted by Max, who would immediately dispatch-who else?-Momma Betty Starrs little boy, Roy, who would then have convenient access to virtually every nook and cranny of the BibiLilith. If any WMDs of any kind were being transported in this yacht, hed find them.
Unhooking a device that resembled a medium-size firearm from his belt, he aimed it upward and pulled the trigger. A thin smile of satisfaction curved his lips when he heard a soft thunk from somewhere on the deck above his head.
Moments later, he was ascending rapidly and silently, hand over hand, toward the starless, milky sky.
Piece ocake.
Thats about all I can do for him, Doc said, closing his medical bag with a snap. The rest is up to him-and you, I suppose. Keep those warm towels coming, and do try again to get some hot liquids into him.
What about all that stuff he was saying? Do you think Celia frowned at the fitfully quaking mound of blankets on her bed. Maybe we should
The doctor made a dismissive sound. Hes delirious-thatd be the hypothermia talking. His lips curved in a sour smile. Sounded rather like the plot of an Arnold Schwartzenegger movie, didnt it? I wouldnt worry about it, dear heart. Worry about getting him warmed up. He stifled a yawn as he turned.
Celia gave a yelp of dismay. Youre not leaving me!
He sank into the armchair with a grunt and a sigh. Thanks, love, much as Id prefer my own bed, Id rather not have another death on my conscience if I can possibly avoid it. Forgive me, though, if I close my eyes for a bitand wake me if he does anything interesting, will you? Besides mumble and shake, I mean Docs voice trailed off.
Celias gaze returned to the gaunt, gray face on her violet-sprigged pillow. It was an arresting face, she thought, the bones strong and rugged without being coarse, the stubble of beard, slightly arched eyebrows and comma of hair on his forehead almost black against his dusky skin. His nose appeared swollen, and had a definite bump on the bridge. She wondered again what color his eyes were.
He looks like a pirate, she thought. Okay, a very sick pirate.
Another shiver rippled through her. The cold radiating from the blanket-wrapped body seemed to be seeping into hers. NoI dont want another death on my conscience, either.
Reclaiming her seat on the edge of the mattress, she shifted and maneuvered herself until the mans upper body was once again propped almost upright against her. Okay she murmured as she picked up the mug of chicken broth, lets try this again.
Once more, the mans head rolled on her chest and she felt the faint stirring of words against her cheek.
Shh, she whispered, with a catch in her voice. Its all right. Dont try to talk.
But his lips moved again, and her heart quickened as she leaned closer in order to hear.
Piece ocake, the man said.
It should have been.
Hed been monitoring the BibiLilith for over thirty-six hours, and he knew the security guards routine backward and forward, to the second. Hed made it all the way to the control room, even got the damn door unlocked without a hitch. Then, either his luck ran out or his intel let him down. Maybe both.
Who could have foreseen on this particular night one of the guards would just happen to get hold of some bad shrimp, or an intestinal bug-who knew what it was that sent him, at that precise moment, in search of a vacant crews head?
The guy came out of nowhere-Roy rounded the corner and there he was. And in that narrow passageway, there was no place for him to hide. Trapped like a deer in a hunters headlights.
Lord knows, things couldnt have looked more hopeless for Momma Starrs baby boy than they did at that moment. But life was precious to him-he hadnt realized how precious until hed realized he wasnt giving his up without one helluva fight.
In that moment, instinct took over. Instinctand then some pretty intense combat training, thanks to which, in the first chaotic moments, he very nearly succeeded in making his escape. Hed taken out the first guy and was heading for the deck, but seconds later the narrow passageway had filled to bursting with security guards, all of them big. And heavily armed. And, it seemed, all of them bent on pounding him into a lifeless bloody pulp. He could feel his body being buffeted by blows from all sides, though oddly enough, with all the adrenaline pumping through him, he felt almost no pain.
Then, suddenly, he felt nothing at all.
Doc, Celia sobbed, help me-I dont know what to do! Oh God-whats happening? Is he dying?
Docs face, as he bent over the injured man, was close to hers. She saw one bloodshot eye flick her way, then narrow in a frown as he straightened. Just unconscious, at the moment.
Docs face, as he bent over the injured man, was close to hers. She saw one bloodshot eye flick her way, then narrow in a frown as he straightened. Just unconscious, at the moment.
He was shivering and mumbling, then all of a sudden he just wentlike that. She was ashamed, now, of her panic. Sostill. I thought Shed thought hed died on her, thats what shed thought. Literally. And how awful would that be!
Take your clothes off, Doc said.
Celia stared at him. What?
I said, take off your clothes. Now. Weve got to get him warm. If we dont, Im not giving any odds on him making it. Without thermal wraps and IV fluids, and given his size and the difficulty involved in getting him into a shower or bathtub, the best way I know of to do that is the old-fashioned way-skin to skin. And Im sure as hell not going to be the one to cuddle up to him. This was your idea. Come on, love-up you get.
Im not taking off everything, Celia said, glaring at the doctor as she eased herself out from under the injured mans limp body. Im keeping my underpants on, and thats final.
Doc grunted impatiently. If you feel you must. Just hurry up, will you?