“Yes,” Wesley said. “Killing Danny, whether he was the intended victim or not, was a hunting assignment, like shooting a groundhog. The individual who did this probably bought the Sig forty-five at the same gun show where he got the Black Talons.”
“I thought you said the Sig once belonged to a cop,” the admiral reminded him.
“Right. It ends up on the street and eventually gets sold secondhand,” Wesley said.
“To one of Hand’s followers,” Marino said. “The same kind of guy that took out Shapiro in Maryland.”
“The exact same kind of guy.”
“My big question is what they think you know,” the admiral asked me.
“I’ve thought about that a lot and can’t come up with anything,” I replied.
“You have to think like they do,” Wesley said to me.
“What is it they think you might know that others don’t9”
“They might think I have the Book,” I said for lack of anything else that came to mind. “And apparently that is as sacred as an Indian burial ground to them.”
“What’s in it that they wouldn’t want anyone else to know?” Sessions asked.
“It would seem that the revelation most dangerous to them would be the plan they’ve already carried out,” I replied.
“Of course. They couldn’t carry it out if someone tipped their hand.” Wesley looked at me, a thousand thoughts in his eyes. “What does Dr. Mant know?”
“I haven’t had the chance to ask him. He doesn’t answer my calls, and I’ve left messages numerous times.”
“You don’t think that’s rather strange?”
“I absolutely think it’s strange,” I said to him. “But I don’t think anything extreme has happened, or we would have heard. I think he’s afraid.”
Wesley explained to the general, “He’s the medical examiner in charge of the Tidewater District.”
“Well, then, perhaps you should go see him,” the general suggested to me.
“In light of circumstances, this doesn’t seem the ideal time,” I said.
“On the contrary,” the general said. “I think this is precisely the ideal time.”
“You might be right,” Wesley agreed. “Our only hope, really, is to get inside these people’s heads. Maybe Mant has information that could help. Maybe that’s why he’s hiding.”
General Sessions shifted in his chair. “Well, I vote for it,” he said. “For one thing, we’ve got to worry about this same kind of thing happening over there, as you and I have already discussed, Benton. So that business already awaits anyway, doesn’t it’! It won’t be any big deal for another person to go along, providing British Airways doesn’t mind, short notice and all.” He seemed amused in a wry way. “if they do, I expect I’ll just have to call the Pentagon.
“Kay,” Wesley explained this to me while Marino looked on with angry eyes, “we don’t know that an Old Point isn’t already happening in Europe because what’s going on in Virginia didn’t happen overnight. We’re worried about major cities elsewhere.”
“So, are you telling me these New Zionist fruit loops are in England, too?” It was Marino who asked, and he was about to boil over.
“Not that we are aware of, but unfortunately, there are plenty of others to take their place,” Wesley said.
“Well, I got an opinion.” Marino looked accusingly at me. “We got a possible nuclear disaster on our hands.
Don’t you think you ought to stick around?”
“That would be my preference.”
The general made the salient remark, “If you help, hopefully it won’t be necessary for you to stick around because there won’t be anything for you to do.”
“I understand that, too,” I said. “No one believes in prevention more than I do.”
“Can you manage it?” Wesley asked.
“My offices are already mobilizing to handle whatever happens,” I said. “The other doctors know what to do. You know I’ll help in any way I possibly can.”
But Marino was not to be soothed. “it ain’t safe.” He stared at Wesley now, “You can’t just go sending the doc through airports and all the hell over the place when we don’t know who’s out there or what they want.”
“You’re right, Pete,” Wesley thoughtfully said. “And we’re not going to do that.”