left the Fielding house. He obviously took something that he didn't want us to see."
"That's possible," Skow said. "But as far as you can tell, he's headed home now. What's the problem?"
"We couldn't hear a damn thing! They plugged the bugs, same as they did at Tennant's house. And Weiss left her Saab at Tennant's house, instead of taking the cab there to pick it up. Why would she do that? Tennant might be planning to run or even to go public. Maybe both."
"I think you're projecting your own paranoia onto him."
"Ritter heard them talking about MRI side effects."
"That's small potatoes. You couldn't know that, of course. The Super-MRI unit is Tennant's pet ethical concern, and it's got nothing to do with the central issue."
"But they talked for ten minutes before that. And Ritter thinks he saw a tape recorder."
Skow sighed. "What would you have me do about that?"
"Take them out."
The NSA man caught his breath. "Did I hear you correctly?"
"You know you did. We have to assume Weiss knows the full details of Trinity and about Tennant's suspicions regarding Dr. Fielding's death."
"Dr. Weiss is a private citizen who's broken no law."
"If you won't take them out, then bring them in for interrogation with prejudice."
The resulting silence seemed interminable. Then Skow said, "Do you have someone following Dr. Weiss's cab?"
Ritter was covering Weiss. "My best man. He could easily stage an accident."
Skow's voice, when it came, was like shaved ice. "Listen to me, Geli. Your man will follow the cab to Dr. Weiss's residence, then break contact. He will not let her see him. He will not even breathe hard in her direction."
"What?"
"Call off your dog. And your team on Dr. Tennant will follow him to his residence and set up a static surveillance post as per normal procedure."
Geli could barely control her voice. "Project security has been breached. If we allow things to proceed, we'll lose control of the situation, if we haven't already."
"Ms. Bauer, tomorrow the president of the United States could ask to see David Tennant in the Oval Office. Do you understand that? They may already have talked. So you do whatever you have to do to calm down. Take a tranquilizer.
Get laid. I detest crudeness, but that's the bottom line. Now . . . I'm with my family. Don't bother me unless Tennant tries to reach the president or he shoots somebody in a public place."
"I want to go on record as protesting this decision."
"Fine."
"I want to talk to Godin."
"Impossible. He can't be reached right now."
"Where is he?"
"In Mountain View, handling a crisis."
"He was still in town at lunchtime today."
"Peter didn't buy a G5 to leave it parked in the hangar."
Geli could hear Skow's teenage sons arguing in the background, and the mindless babble of a television. "I'm afraid I can't accept your assessment of the situation. I can't ignore my responsibilities because you haven't got the balls to do what's necessary to protect Trinity."
"Are you out of your mind? I've spoken to Peter twice this evening. I know what he wants done and not done. And if you take matters into your own hands .
. . not even your father will be able to protect you."
Geli hadn't liked Skow before, but she hated him now.
She hung up and stared at her computer screen, which still displayed the list of Fielding's personal effects. Why the hell would somebody keep a cobra's fang? She wanted to go to the storage room and check the actual objects against the list, but she was too pissed off to deal with that.
She had always worked with incomplete information at Trinity. It hadn't bothered her much. The army was good training for that. You could guard a building for twenty-four hours without knowing whether it contained nuclear bombs or cases of underwear. But now there was too much she didn't know. The mystery at the heart of Trinity was taking control of everyone and everything around it. Yet there was nothing she could do. She had to talk to Godin, and he was
"That's possible," Skow said. "But as far as you can tell, he's headed home now. What's the problem?"
"We couldn't hear a damn thing! They plugged the bugs, same as they did at Tennant's house. And Weiss left her Saab at Tennant's house, instead of taking the cab there to pick it up. Why would she do that? Tennant might be planning to run or even to go public. Maybe both."
"I think you're projecting your own paranoia onto him."
"Ritter heard them talking about MRI side effects."
"That's small potatoes. You couldn't know that, of course. The Super-MRI unit is Tennant's pet ethical concern, and it's got nothing to do with the central issue."
"But they talked for ten minutes before that. And Ritter thinks he saw a tape recorder."
Skow sighed. "What would you have me do about that?"
"Take them out."
The NSA man caught his breath. "Did I hear you correctly?"
"You know you did. We have to assume Weiss knows the full details of Trinity and about Tennant's suspicions regarding Dr. Fielding's death."
"Dr. Weiss is a private citizen who's broken no law."
"If you won't take them out, then bring them in for interrogation with prejudice."
The resulting silence seemed interminable. Then Skow said, "Do you have someone following Dr. Weiss's cab?"
Ritter was covering Weiss. "My best man. He could easily stage an accident."
Skow's voice, when it came, was like shaved ice. "Listen to me, Geli. Your man will follow the cab to Dr. Weiss's residence, then break contact. He will not let her see him. He will not even breathe hard in her direction."
"What?"
"Call off your dog. And your team on Dr. Tennant will follow him to his residence and set up a static surveillance post as per normal procedure."
Geli could barely control her voice. "Project security has been breached. If we allow things to proceed, we'll lose control of the situation, if we haven't already."
"Ms. Bauer, tomorrow the president of the United States could ask to see David Tennant in the Oval Office. Do you understand that? They may already have talked. So you do whatever you have to do to calm down. Take a tranquilizer.
Get laid. I detest crudeness, but that's the bottom line. Now . . . I'm with my family. Don't bother me unless Tennant tries to reach the president or he shoots somebody in a public place."
"I want to go on record as protesting this decision."
"Fine."
"I want to talk to Godin."
"Impossible. He can't be reached right now."
"Where is he?"
"In Mountain View, handling a crisis."
"He was still in town at lunchtime today."
"Peter didn't buy a G5 to leave it parked in the hangar."
Geli could hear Skow's teenage sons arguing in the background, and the mindless babble of a television. "I'm afraid I can't accept your assessment of the situation. I can't ignore my responsibilities because you haven't got the balls to do what's necessary to protect Trinity."
"Are you out of your mind? I've spoken to Peter twice this evening. I know what he wants done and not done. And if you take matters into your own hands .
. . not even your father will be able to protect you."
Geli hadn't liked Skow before, but she hated him now.
She hung up and stared at her computer screen, which still displayed the list of Fielding's personal effects. Why the hell would somebody keep a cobra's fang? She wanted to go to the storage room and check the actual objects against the list, but she was too pissed off to deal with that.
She had always worked with incomplete information at Trinity. It hadn't bothered her much. The army was good training for that. You could guard a building for twenty-four hours without knowing whether it contained nuclear bombs or cases of underwear. But now there was too much she didn't know. The mystery at the heart of Trinity was taking control of everyone and everything around it. Yet there was nothing she could do. She had to talk to Godin, and he was
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