“At least that’s what we’ve been told.”
“I spent time quietly looking into the National Transportation Safety Board, not on this crash so much as in general. They have an impeccable record, Joey. They’re good people. No corruption. They’re even pretty much above politics.”
Georgine said, “But I believe Rose thinks she was responsible for what happened. She’s convinced that her being there was the cause of it.”
“But if she’s even indirectly responsible for the death of your daughter,” Joe said, “why do you find her so wonderful?”
Georgine’s smile was surely no different from the one with which she had greeted—and charmed—him at the front door. To Joe, however, in his growing disorientation, her expression seemed to be as strange and unsettling as might be the smile on a clown encountered in a fog-threaded alley after midnight, alarming because it was so profoundly out of place. Through her disturbing smile, she said, “You want to know why, Joe? Because this is the end of the world as we know it.”
To Lisa, Joe said exasperatedly, “Who is Rose Tucker? What does she do for Teknologik?”
“She’s a geneticist, and a brilliant one.”
“Specializing in recombinant DNA research.” Georgine held up the Polaroid again, as if Joe should be able to grasp at once how the photo of a gravestone and genetic engineering were related.
“Exactly what she was doing for Teknologik,” Lisa said, “I never knew. That’s what she was going to tell me when she landed at LAX a year ago tonight. Now, because of what she told Georgine and Charlie yesterday… I can pretty much figure it out. I just don’t know how to believe it.”
Joe wondered about her odd locution: not whether to believe it, but how to believe it.
“What is Teknologik—besides what it appears to be?” he asked.
Lisa smiled thinly. “You have a good nose, Joe. A year off hasn’t dulled your sense of smell. From things Rose said over the years, vague references, I think you’re looking at a singularity in a capitalist world—a company that can’t fail.”
“Can’t fail?” Georgine asked.
“Because behind it there’s a generous partner that covers all the losses.”
“The military?” Joe wondered.
“Or some branch of government. Some organization with deeper pockets than any individual in the world. I got the sense, from Rose, that this project wasn’t funded with just a hundred million of research and development funds. We’re talking major capital on the line here. There were billions behind this.”
From upstairs came the boom of a gunshot.
Even muffled by intervening rooms, the nature of the sound was unmistakable.
The three of them came to their feet as one, and Georgine said, “Charlie?”
Perhaps because he had so recently sat with Bob and Clarise in that cheery yellow living room in Culver City, Joe immediately thought of Nora Vadance naked in the patio chair, the butcher knife grasped in both hands with the point toward her abdomen.
In the wake of the gunshot’s echo, the silence settling down through the house seemed as deadly as the invisible and weightless rain of atomic radiation in the sepulchral stillness following nuclear thunder.
Alarm growing, Georgine shouted, “Charlie!”
As Georgine started away from the table, Joe restrained her. “No, wait, wait. I’ll go. Call nine-one-one, and I’ll go.”
Lisa said, “Joey—”
“I know what this is,” he said sharply enough to forestall further discussion.
He hoped that he was wrong, that he didn’t know what was happening here, that it had nothing to do with what Nora Vadance had done to herself. But if he was right, then he couldn’t allow Georgine to be the first on the scene. In fact, she shouldn’t have to see the aftermath at all, not now or later.
“I know what this is. Call nine-one-one,” Joe repeated as he crossed the kitchen and pushed through the swinging door into the downstairs hall.
In the foyer, the chandelier dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, like the flickering lights in one of those old prison movies when the governor’s call came too late and the condemned man was fried in the electric chair.
Joe ran to the foot of the stairs but then was slowed by dread as he ascended toward the second floor, terrified that he would find what he expected.