Lightning

Now Dr. Theodore Juttner—director of the institute since the murders of Penlovski, Januskaya, and Volkaw, and the disappear­ances on March 16—turned to Erich and said, “We’ve perhaps found Krieger, ObersturmFurhrer Klietmann. Get your men ready to go.”

“We’re ready, Doctor,” Erich said. Ready for the future, he thought, ready for Krieger, ready for glory.

At three-forty on Saturday afternoon, January 14, little more than one day after her first visit, Thelma returned to The Bluebird of Happiness Motel in her gardener’s battered white pickup. She had two changes of clothes for each of them, suitcases in which to pack all the stuff, and a couple of thousand rounds of ammunition for the revolvers and the Uzis. She also had the IBM PC in the truck, plus a printer, a variety of software, a box of diskettes, and everything else they would need to make the system work for them.

With the wound in his shoulder only four days old, Stefan was recuperating surprisingly fast, although he was not ready to do any lifting, heavy or otherwise. He stayed in the motel room with Chris and packed the suitcases while Laura and Thelma moved the computer boxes to the trunk and back seat of the Buick.

The storm had passed during the night. Shredded gray clouds hung beardlike from the sky. The day had warmed to sixty-five degrees, and the air smelled clean.

Closing the Buick’s trunk on the last of the boxes, Laura said, “You went shopping in that wig and those glasses, those teeth?”

“Nah,” Thelma said, removing the stage teeth and putting them in a jacket pocket because they made her lisp when she talked.’ ‘Up close a salesclerk might’ve recognized me, and being disguised would arouse more attention than if I shopped as myself. But after I’d bought everything, I drove the truck to the deserted end of another shopping center’s parking lot and made myself look like a cross between Harpo Marx and Bucky Beaver before heading here, just in case someone in another car looked over at me in traffic. You know, Shane, I sorta like this kind of intrigue. Maybe I’m the reincarnation of Mata Hari, ’cause when I think about seducing men to learn their secrets and then selling the secrets to a foreign government, I get delicious chills.”

“It’s the part about seducing men that gives you chills,” Laura said, “not the secret-selling part. You’re no spy, just a lech.”

Thelma gave her the keys to the house in Palm Springs. “There’s no full-time staff there. We just call a housekeeping service to spruce the place up a couple of days before we go. I didn’t call them this time, of course, so you’re liable to find some dust, but no real filth, and none of the severed heads you tend to leave behind.”

“You’re a love.”

“There’s a gardener. Not full-time like the one at our house in Beverly Hills. This guy just comes around once a week, Tuesday, to mow the lawn, trim the hedges, and trample some flowers so he can charge us to replace them. I’d advise staying away from windows and keeping a low profile on Tuesday, until he comes and goes.”

“We’ll hide under the beds.”

“You’ll notice a lot of whips and chains under the bed, but don’t get the idea Jason and I are kinky. The whips and chains belonged to his mother, and we keep them strictly for sentimental reasons.”

They brought the packed suitcases out of the motel room and put those in the back seat with the other packages that would not fit in the Buick’s trunk. After a round of hugs, Thelma said, “Shane, I’m between nightclub appearances for the next three weeks, so if you need me for anything more, you can get hold of me at the house in Beverly Hills, night or day. I’ll stay by the phone.” Reluctantly she left.

Laura was relieved when the truck disappeared in traffic; Thelma was safe, out of it. She dropped the room keys at the motel office, then drove away in the Buick with Chris in the other front seat and Stefan in the back seat with the luggage. She regretted leaving The Bluebird of Happiness because they had been safe there for four days, and there was no guarantee they’d be safe anywhere else in the world.

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