The Left Behind Collection: All 12 Books (297 page)

Night had fallen in Chicago, and Chloe found a way to excuse herself during a lull in the news. She took her new telescope and set up at a window far from curious eyes. Waiting until the sky was black, she first scanned the city with the naked eye. The tiny beacon she had noticed some time before still shined from about three-quarters of a mile away.

Chloe carefully settled and steadied herself, bracing the instrument and aligning it with what she had seen. At long last she was able to bring the illusive beam into focus and calm the jumpy lens. To her astonishment, the source of light was at ground level. She sat and sat, cramping again but forcing herself to stay still so she could study the image until it made sense to her overtaxed brain.

She ran the various shapes and images through the grid of her life’s memory, and gradually Chloe thought she came to understand what she was looking at. One window on the ground or basement floor of a big building, maybe ten or twelve stories, emitted light from inside. And the more she sat staring, the more convinced she was that there was activity inside. Human activity.

At eight in the morning Palace Time, Chang was assigned by his supervisor to help monitor reports of deaths and casualties attributed to the oceanic disaster. To the wonder of everyone involved, lakes and rivers had not been affected.

In the large office where Chang and some thirty others sat at desktop computers, he made it a point to only occasionally grunt a response to coworkers who tried to draw him out. He neither looked anyone in the eye nor smiled. His boss, a tall, bony Mexican named Aurelio S. Figueroa, proved an officious loner who treated his superiors like kings and queens and treated his subordinates like servants.

“How are we today, Wong?” Mr. Figueroa said, his Adam’s apple protruding.

“Okay, sir.”

“Happy in your work?”

“Happy enough.”

“Have you heard the news?”

“About?”

“Supreme Commander Moon.”

“I saw nothing on the news about him.”

“Come, Master Wong, I know you are a Carpathia pet. Surely you have inside knowledge.”

Chang shook his head.

“Moon is dead.”

“Dead? How?”

“Shot to death outside the potentate’s plane.”

Chang tried to appear stunned and curious, but he hated being drawn in as Figueroa’s confidant. “The enemy?”

“No! Don’t be naïve! Our people at that level are surrounded by security.”

“Who then?”

“They suspect the stewards.” Figueroa leaned close. “Both Indians.”

“But why?”

“No one else would have done it.”

“Why would
they
?”

“Why not? You know the Indians.”

“No, I do not.”

“They have a contact on the inside.”

“On the inside of what?”

“Here.”

“Why?”

“You
are
naïve, aren’t you?”

Chang bit his tongue. He hated stupid people, especially ones twice his age. “Not too naïve to guess your middle name.”

Figueroa’s eyes turned dark. “What does that have to do with anything, Wong?”

Chang shrugged. “Forget it.”

“You couldn’t know it anyway.”

“Of course I couldn’t.”

“Unless you saw my personnel file.”

“How would I do that?”

“You couldn’t. Not without my knowing. Everything done on these computers is recorded, you know.”

“Of course.”

“I could see if you have been snooping.”

“Feel free.”

Figueroa broke into a wide grin. “But I trust you, Wong! You are a friend of His Excellency.”

“Well, my father is.”

“I suppose you have heard they have asked for lie-detecting software. I uploaded it this morning.”

“How would I know that?”

Figueroa clutched Chang’s shoulder, and it was all Chang could do to keep from recoiling. “Because you are connected, my friend!”

“I’m not.”

“We are all going to be subjected to searches, you know. Interrogations.”

“Why?”

“I told you! The Indians, the stewards, have a connection here, a leak.”

Chang shrugged.

“You want to be first or last?”

“To what?”

“To be interrogated.”

“I have nothing to hide. They can interrogate me anytime they want.”

“They will search your apartment, want to see your personal computer.”

“They may feel free. The hard drive has been worthless for some time.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.”

“I was not worried.”

Figueroa looked around, as if realizing he might be criticized for paying too much attention to one worker. “Of course, you weren’t, Wong. You’re connected.”

Chang shook his head. “Who will replace Moon?”

“Akbar is too important where he is. Fortunato has already had that job. Maybe Ms. Ivins, who knows? Maybe no one. Maybe Nicolae himself. One thing is certain, Wong,” Figueroa added, turning to leave, “it won’t be you or me.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Chang said, hating himself for playing these games.

As Chang expected, Figueroa stopped. “What are you saying? What do you know?”

“Nothing to speak of, sir,” Chang said. “Have to protect my connection, you know.”

“You’re putting me on. You know nothing.”

“Of course.”

“Seriously, now. I mean it.”

“Me too, sir.”

Five minutes later, as Chang was collating reports from around the world and assembling them for a briefing, Figueroa called from his office. “You swear you’ve never tapped in to see my personnel files?”

“I swear.”

“If I ran a review on your computer, the one here and your own, it would bear that out?”

“This one would.”

“But your personal computer?”

“I told you. The hard drive crashed.”

“Then this about knowing my full name . . .”

“Would be guessing, sir.”

“Want to guess?”

“I’m busy, sir.”

“I’ll give you one guess.”

“I was just talking. I don’t know.”

“Come now, Wong. Take a shot. Tell you what—you get it right, I’ll leave your name off the interrogation list.”

“How could you do that?”

“I have my ways.”

“Why would I care about being interrogated?”

“It’s a waste of time, a nuisance, stressful.”

“Not if you’re innocent. I never even heard of the Indian stewards.”

“The offer stands.”

Chang sighed. Why had he started this? And who would believe Figueroa gave a rip anyway? “I know it starts with an
S
.”

“Everybody knows that. It’s on my nameplate. But maybe it’s like the
S
in Harry S Truman and stands for nothing.”

“You use the period after it, so it stands for something. I’d just be guessing.”

“Unless you’re lying about hacking into my file, a hundred Nicks says you couldn’t guess in ten tries.”

“I have only one guess.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Sequoia.”

A long silence. Figueroa swore. “You couldn’t know that!”

“I’m right?”

“You are and you know it, but how did you know? It’s not even a Mexican name. Not even Spanish.”

“I’m guessing Indian. American Indian, I mean.”

“Tell me how you knew that.”

“Guessing, sir. I thought it made sense.”

Why would a light be on in Chicago? Was it possible, Chloe wondered, that someone else had somehow discovered that David Hassid had planted the radiation readings in the Global Community database computer? That reminded her she had not yet told Buck the horrible news.

Chloe tried to plot where she would find the lighted window, then put up the telescope and phoned Buck. It broke her heart to hear that he was at Petra and as excited as she remembered him being in a long time. She let him go on and on about what had happened, how Rayford had seen and been healed by the angel, and how he and the others in the chopper had eventually seen him as well when he protected them from gunfire.

Chloe could only agree with Buck about the signs and wonders, the confrontations with Carpathia, the supernatural change in Chaim, the thrill of pirating the network for the spreading of the truth. Finally he must have noticed her enthusiasm did not match his. “You okay, babe?”

“I have bad news for you, Buck. Two GC MIAs murdered David Hassid, and we all agreed not to tell you and Chaim until your work was almost finished. . . . Buck? Are you there?”

“Give me a minute,” he said finally.

“I don’t know when Daddy was going to tell Chaim. It ought to be soon if he’s right there on-site.”

“Yeah,” Buck managed. “He’ll probably somehow get everybody else out of the chopper first. We don’t want the people to see Chaim yet.”

“Of course.”

“Chloe, what’re we going to do?”

“I don’t know. The most awful part is, it’s only going to get worse. Before I fall asleep I run over in my mind everybody we’ve got left and I can’t help but wonder . . .”

“Who’ll be next, I know. I didn’t know David as well as some of the others did, but just from a practical, logistical standpoint . . .”

“He was so crucial,” Chloe said. “And how much do we know about Ming’s brother?”

“David was high on him, but he is still a teenager. And he’ll never be in the same position, have the same access David had. I hate to talk about it only in terms of what it means to the Trib Force, but—”

“The mourning process has to be so blunted, Buck. Everything’s life and death now. Each loss makes it harder for the rest of us to survive, and it’s only natural that we look at it that way. I just want you all back here and safe one more time.”

“Soon,” Buck said. “Your dad wants to use Abdullah’s underground contacts to get use of a supersonic plane that will hold eight or so. Albie’s credentials are still intact, so he would fly us all back to the States and pick up Tsion for a personal visit to Petra.”

“I want to go,” she said.

“You just said you wanted us back in one piece.”

“I need babysitters.”

“Be serious. We all need some R and R before Armageddon.”

“I don’t.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Dad promised I could go on the next mission if all the bases were covered. I took that to mean if there were enough people here to watch Kenny.”

Buck was silent.

“You don’t approve.”

“No,” he said. “Kenny could stand losing me more than you.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“
I’m
being silly? Listen to yourself. You’re his mother.”

“So I get the whole responsibility.”

“That’s not what I’m—”

“And you’re so crucial to the frontline work of the Trib Force that we can’t risk losing me and leaving you to be Kenny’s primary caregiver.”

She could tell Buck was angry. “I can’t believe I’m standing here in the middle of the desert, arguing with my wife about who’s going to watch the baby. Listen, you can’t come back with Tsion, because the GC is waiting till he returns before they make an air strike here.”

“Yet you send Tsion into that, and a billion people a day are dependent on him.”

“We believe he’ll be protected here.”

“And I won’t?”

“We don’t know. David wasn’t.”

“I don’t want to fight about this on the phone, Buck. Please don’t be closed to it until we get a chance to talk it through. And be careful. I love you and I couldn’t live without you.”

With her phone in her pocket, Chloe nonchalantly chatted with Zeke out of the hearing of the others. “If I were to go out for a walk, would you keep an ear out for Kenny and not feel obligated to mention to anyone else that I’m gone?”

“This time of night? Ma’am, it’s—”

“Z, please. I’m a grown woman and I need to get out of here. I’ll have my phone with me.”

“I couldn’t lie for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to. Just don’t volunteer anything. I don’t want anyone to worry.”