Dark Matter

He smiled distantly. “I’m not so sure, Doctor. Hitler could have been stopped at Munich.” Godin reached out and patted me on the arm. “Food for thought, anyway.”

He turned and carefully negotiated his way around the corner.

I stood in the corridor, trying to read between the lines of what I’d heard. Godin never wasted words. He hadn’t been idly reflecting on history or morality. He had been talking quite frankly about murder. Justifiable murder, in his mind. I shook my head in disbelief. Godin had been talking about Fielding.

Fielding’s murder was necessary, he was saying. Fielding was innocent, but he was interfering with a great good, and he had to be eliminated.

As I walked back toward my office, I realized I was shivering. No one had asked about my call to Washington. No one had mentioned my visit to Fielding’s house. Not one word about Rachel Weiss. And three days off would give me plenty of time to speak to the president. I might even be able to fly to Washington. What the hell was going on?

I froze in my office doorway. A tall, sinewy blonde woman with electric blue eyes and a stippled scar on her left cheek sat in my chair, gazing at my computer screen. Geli Bauer. If anyone in this building had murdered Andrew Fielding, it was she.

“Hello, Doctor,” she said, a trace of a smile on her lips. “You look surprised. I thought you’d be expecting me.”

ELEVEN (#ulink_85281b62-2bda-574a-8ac6-56f547eefcb4)

I stood speechless in my office doorway. Relief had turned to paralyzing anxiety in less than a second, and the fact that Geli Bauer was a woman did nothing to slow my racing pulse. Like her handpicked subordinates, she was lean and hard, with a predatory gleam in her eyes. She radiated the icy confidence of a world-class alpinist. I could imagine her hanging for hours from a precipice, her body supported only by her fingertips. Her intelligence was difficult to judge in an incubator filled with geniuses, but I knew from previous conversations that she was quick as mercury. She treated all but the top Trinity scientists like prisoners working under duress, and I attributed this to her being the daughter of a powerful army general. Ravi Nara had crudely called her “a terminator with tits,” but I thought of her as a terminator with brains.

“What can I do for you?” I said finally.

“I need to ask you a couple of questions,” she said. “Routine stuff.”

Routine? Geli Bauer had visited my office a half dozen times in two years. I mostly saw her through a sheet of glass, observing the polygraph tests to which I was randomly subjected.

“Godin just gave us three days off,” I told her. “Why don’t we do this when I get back?”

“I’m afraid it can’t wait.” She had the stateless accent of elite overseas schools.

“You said it was routine.”

A plastic smile. “Why don’t you have a seat, Doctor?”

“You’re in my chair.”

Geli didn’t get up. She thrived on conflict.

“You don’t usually handle this kind of thing personally,” I said. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Dr. Fielding’s death has created an unusual situation. We need to be sure we know as much as possible about the circumstances surrounding it.”

“Dr. Fielding died of a stroke.”

She studied me for a while without speaking. The scar on her left cheek reminded me of some I’d seen on some Vietnam vets during physicals. The vets described how shrapnel from a phosphorous grenade burned itself deep into the skin and then self-cauterized, only to reignite in the air and wound the operating surgeons when they attempted to remove the fragments. Soldiers lived in terror of them, and Geli Bauer looked as though she’d suffered intimate contact with one. I had been predisposed to like her because of that scar. A beautiful woman marked by such a thing might have earned some insight about life that few of her sisters possessed. But my interactions with Geli had convinced me that whatever hell she had survived, she’d learned only bitterness.

“I’m concerned about your relationship with Dr. Fielding,” she said.

Always I with Geli, never the bureaucratic we, as though she felt personal responsibility for the security of the entire project.

“Really?” I said, as though shocked.

“How would you characterize your relationship?”

“He was my friend.”

“You saw him and spoke to him outside this facility.”

To concede this was to admit a violation of Trinity security regulations. But Geli probably had videotape. “Yes.”

“That’s a direct violation of security protocol.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sue me.”

“We could jail you.”

Shit. “That’ll really help keep this place secret.”