Julia led them into the big executive conference room, her pumps treading soundlessly on the pile carpet. Biolums came on ahead of her, banishing shadows. Grey tongues of fog licked at the windows. Westwood could be in a different universe by now for all she could tell. The conference room was empty with just the seven of them, no secretaries, no aides. She shrugged out of her wind-cheater and hung it on the back of her chair before she sat down. Freshets of cool air trickled across her bare arms, carrying away the perspiration. Grandpa, bring Royan in on this. 1 imagine we’ll need him. Besides, she wanted all her true friends together. Plugging him in now, Juliet. Teddy lowered himself gingerly into one of the padded chairs around the table, nodding approvingly. His combat leathers squeaked softly as he put his hands behind his head and sat back. ‘Man, now this is the life.’ ‘Do you want anything to drink?’ Julia asked. ‘Hey, my kinda gal, you gotta beer?’ ‘I’ll look,’ Rachel said. ‘Anybody else?’ She sauntered over to the mirrored nineteen-twenties drinks cabinet. A QUANTUM MURDER 339 Julia opaqued all the windows, cutting off the sight of that austere fog. ON LINE. her recessed flatscreen printed. HI SNOWY ‘Hi.’ Morgan raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m here as well,’ Philip’s voice announced. Julia enjoyed the startled look on Teddy’s face, the way his eyes darted round. Greg had told her Teddy took his religion very seriously indeed. Grandpa was a little bit too much like reincarnation. ‘Everybody’s up to date?’ Greg asked. ‘Julia? Royan?’ ‘Yah.’ YES YES YES. ‘OK,’ Greg said. ‘We have a new player on the field, James MacLennan.’ ‘I’m assembling a profile,’ Philip said. ‘Every byte I can find, public and private files; plus a financial run down. Should be ready in quarter of an hour.’ ‘So what happened?’ Julia asked. ‘Did MacLennan let Bursken out for the night?’ ‘I was thinking about that,’ Greg said. ‘We’re faced with the same problem for Bursken as we were with a tekmerc penetration mission. How did he get in and out of L..aunde Abbey without leaving any trace?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ she felt silly for asking. ‘And in any case, Eleanor and I saw Nicholas do it.’ ‘It could have been an alternative past,’ Eleanor said; she sounded doubtful. ‘No. If you ask me,’ Greg said slowly. ‘I think it was Nicholas Beswick who actually physically murdered Kitchener.’ ‘Oh, Jesus,’ Eleanor murmured. He patted her hand, receiving an exasperated glance. ‘Physically, he did it. And that was what threw me the first time. Nicholas Beswick isn’t the type. We all know that. He couldn’t harm a fly, not ordinarily.’ ‘Ah!’ Gabriel slapped a hand against the table. ‘Now I get it, the laser paradigms.’ 340 PETER F. HAMILTON ‘Right!’ Greg said. ‘At some time during that Thursday, Nicholas Beswick was targeted by a laser which loaded a paradigm into his brain. One which ordered him to kill Kitchener. And I think I know what the paradigm was: Liam Bursken’s memories, his personality.’ ‘You told me the Stocken Hall team were constructing artificial memories from scratch,’ Julia said. ‘Like a perfect virtual reality recording. How could they know what Bursken’s memories consist of?’ Greg grinned. ‘Philip, you listening?’ ‘I’m still here, m’boy.’ ‘Care to tell your granddaughter exactly what you are?’ ‘Oh,’ Julia groaned. ‘Of course.’ ‘I’m not saying MacLennan copied every last thought from Bursken’s brain,’ Greg said. ‘Just the basics would do. That unique psychotic behavioural trait. That’s what he was after.’ ‘If paradigms are that sophisticated, why didn’t MacLen-nan simply load a straightforward kill order into Beswick?’ Morgan asked. ‘Because they’re not that sophisticated, not yet,’ Greg said. ‘All the Stocken team have so far is a few ersatz sensorium experiences, nothing more. That’s why MacLennan needed Bursken, as raw material. I told you Nicholas wasn’t the type. If MacLennan had just given him something like an advanced version of a hypnotic order to kill Kitchener he might have refused to do it when the moment actually arrived. Not everybody can kill; we can, you, me, and Teddy, because we’ve been trained to. In battlefield combat situations it’s pure reflex, we don’t even think. In counterinsurgency or ambush situations it becomes harder, you have time to think, to moralize; but if you hate your enemy enough it’s not much of a problem. That’s why company commanders always had such trouble finding genuinely good snipers, it’s not just marksmanship, it’s a question of temperament. It’s a rare person who can kill without any qualms. ‘I kept asking myself all through this case, who could do such a thing? Cold-blooded butchery on a sixty-sevenyear-old. The only person I knew was Bursken. Out of all A QUANTUM MURDER 341 Stocken’s inmates he is the one who can kill without hesitation or remorse every time; he actually enjoyed it, he believed what he was doing was right. ‘I’d say MacLennan recorded Liam Bursken’s thoughts from a neuro coupling, and then combined them with an )rder to kill Kitchener. Then after Nicholas Beswick comrnitted the murder the paradigm wiped itself from his mind, presumably along with his recollection of everything he did under its influence. The Stocken Hall research team has already developed a treatment they call magic photons, which can erase a memory, providing they know exactly what it is. And MacLennan certainly did, he made it.’ ‘If MacLennan wanted a copy of Liam Bursken’s memories, the only way he could obtain them would be through a cortical interface,’ Morgan said. ‘That means Bursken would have to undergo surgery.’ ‘Good point,’ Greg said. ‘It’s something we can look for, some solid physical proof. Although if he underwent the surgery at Stocken you can bet your life there will turn out to be a legitimate reason for it. But there’s no doubt in my mind.’ He turned to Eleanor. ‘Remember what Nicholas did right after he smothered Kitchener?’ She drew a breath, thinking back. ‘He crossed himself.’ ‘Right. But Nicholas is virtually an atheist. Bursken, on the other hand, is a religious fruitcake; he believes he kills his victims because God tells him they’re sinners. I’m telling you, it was Bursken’s mentality in Nicholas’s brain. A real live cyborg. I knew Nicholas was innocent.’ He looked pleased. More like relieved, Julia thought, studying him out of the corner of her eye. ‘I know he’s innocent, Greg,’ she said, hating herself for being such a pragmatist, for puncturing his mood. ‘We all do. But you have still got the problem of proving it in a court of law.’ ‘The prosecution still has the knife,’ Gabriel said. ‘Pretty strong evidence, especially when you’ll be dealing with a jury that’s going to be lost after the first ten minutes of specialist technical testimonies.’ 342 PETER F. HAMILTON ‘Then we shall have to produce some counter-evidence,’ Eleanor said smartly. ‘Something that Inspector Langley can’t ignore, something that’ll mean Nicholas never gets into court. The paradigm itself.’ She looked at Julia. They both smiled. ‘Royan,’ they chorused.