With her hand still on Joe’s shoulder, being tough with him but in the spirit of sisterly counselling, she said, “First you want me to believe there was one survivor of that holocaust. Now it’s two. I stood in the smoking ruins, in the slaughterhouse, and I know that the odds against anyone walking out of there on her own two feet are billions to one.”
“Granted.”
“No—greater than billions to one. Astronomical, immeasurable.”
“All right.”
“So there simply are no odds whatsoever that two could have come through it, none, not even an infinitesimal chance.”
He said, “There’s a lot I haven’t told you, and most of it I’m not going to tell you now, because you’re probably safer not knowing. But one thing… this Rose Tucker is a scientist who’s been working on something big for years, government or military financing behind it, something secret and very damn big.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. But before she boarded the flight in New York, she called a reporter out in Los Angeles, an old friend of hers, and set up an interview, with trusted witnesses, at the arrival gate at LAX. She said she was bringing something with her that would change the world forever.”
Barbara searched his eyes, obviously seeking some sign that he was not serious about this change-the-world-overnight fantasy. She was a woman of logic and reason, impressed by facts and details, and experience had shown her that solutions were found at an inchworm’s pace, in a journey of countless small steps. As an investigator, for years she’d dealt with puzzles that presented her with literally millions of pieces and that were hugely more complex than virtually any homicide case to which any police detective was ever assigned, mysteries of human action and machine failure that were solved not with miracles but with drudgery.
Joe understood the look in her eyes, because investigative journalism was not unlike her own work.
“Just what are you saying?” she pressed. “That when the plane rolls and plummets, Rose Tucker takes a squeeze bottle out of her purse, some fabulous new topical lotion that confers temporary invulnerability on the user, sort of like a sunscreen, and quickly coats herself?”
Joe almost laughed. This was the first time he’d felt like laughing in ages. “No, of course not.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know. Something.”
“Sounds like a big nothing.”
“Something,” he insisted.
With the forge fire of lightning now gone and with the crack of thunder silenced, the churning clouds had an iron-dark beauty.
In the distance the low wooded hills were veiled in mists of enigma—the hills across which she had come that night, untouched out of fire and destruction.
Skirling wind made cottonwoods and aspens dance, and across the fields, billows of rain whirled like skirts in a tarantella.
He had hope again. It felt good. Exhilarating. Of course that was why hope was dangerous. The glorious lifting up, the sweet sense of soaring, always too brief, and then the terrible fall that was more devastating because of the sublime heights from which it began.
But maybe it was worse never to hope at all.
He was filled with wonder and quickening expectation.
He was scared too.
“Something,” he insisted.
He took his hands off the railing. His legs were sturdy again. He blotted his wet hands on his jeans. He wiped his rain-spattered face on the sleeve of his sportscoat.
Turning to Barbara, he said, “Somehow safe to the meadow, then a mile and a half to the ranch. A mile and a half in an hour and fifteen minutes, which might be just about right in the darkness, with a small child to carry or help along.”
“I hate to be always the pin in the balloon—”
“Then don’t be.”
“—but there’s one thing you have to consider.”
“I’m listening.”
Barbara hesitated. Then: “Just for the sake of argument, let’s accept that there were survivors. That this woman was on the plane. Her name is Rose Tucker… but she told Mercy and Jeff that she was Rachel Thomas.”
“So?”
“If she doesn’t give them her real name, why does she give them Nina’s real name?”
“These people who’re after Rose… they’re not after Nina, they don’t care about Nina.”