Hiram went on the attack. ‘What authorization do you nave?’
Mavens hesitated. ‘Mr. Patterson, I’m hoping we can all be a little more constructive than that’
‘Constructive’?’ Hiram snapped. ‘What kind of answer is that? Are you acting without authorization?’ He reached for a telephone icon in his desktop.
Mavens said calmly, ‘I know your secret.’
Hiram’s hand hovered over the glowing symbol, then withdrew.
Mavens smiled. ‘Search Engine. Security cover FBI level three four, authorization Mavens M. K. Confirm please.’
After a few seconds, the Search Engine reported back, ‘Cover in place. Special Agent Mavens.’
Mavens nodded. ‘We can speak openly.’
Kate sat down opposite Mavens, intrigued, puzzled, nervous.
Mavens spread his SoftScreen flat on the desktop. It showed a picture of a big white-capped military helicopter. Mavens said, ‘Do you recognize this?’
Hiram leaned closer. ‘It’s a Sikorsky, I think.’
‘Actually a VH-3D,’ said Mavens.
‘It’s Marine One,’ said Kate. ‘The President’s helicopter.’
Mavens eyed her. ‘That’s right. As I’m sure you both know, the President and her husband have spent the last couple of days in Cuba at the UN hydrology conference. They’ve been using Marine One out there. Yesterday, during a short flight, a brief and private conversation took place between President Juarez and English Prime Minister Huxtable.’ He tapped the ‘Screen, and it revealed a blocky schematic of the helicopter’s interior. ‘The Sikorsky is a big bird for such an antique, but it is packed with communication gear. It has only ten seats. Five are taken up by Secret Service agents, a doctor, and military and personal aides to the President.’
Hiram seemed intrigued. ‘I guess one of those aides has the football.’
Mavens looked pained. ‘We don’t use a ‘football’ anymore, Mr. Patterson. On this occasion the other passengers, in addition to President Juarez herself, were Mr. Juarez, the chief of staff, Prime Minister Huxtable and an English security agent.
‘All of these people – and the pilots – have the highest possible security clearances, which in the case of the agents and other staff are checked daily. Mr. Huxtable, of course, despite his old-style title, holds an office equivalent to a state governor. Marine One itself is swept several times a day. Despite your virtual melodramas about spies and double agents, Mr. Patterson, modem antisurveillance measures are pretty foolproof. And besides, the President and Mr. Huxtable were isolated in side a security curtain even within the Sikorsky. We don’t know of any way those various levels of security can be breached.’ He turned his pale brown eyes on Kate. ‘And yet, apparently, they were.
‘Your news report was accurate, Ms. Manzoni. Juarez and Huxtable did hold a conversation about the possibility of a military solution to England’s dispute with Scotland over water supplies,
‘But we have testimony from Mr. Huxtable that his speculation about invading Scotland is – was – private and personal. The notion is his, he hadn’t committed it to paper or electronic store, or discussed it with anybody, not his Cabinet, not even his partner. His conversation with President Juarez was actually the first time he’d articulated the idea out loud, to gauge the extent of the President’s support for such a proposal, if formulated.
‘And at the time you broke the story, neither the Prime Minister nor the President had discussed this with anybody else.’ He glared at Kate, ‘Ms, Manzoni, you see the situation. The only possible source for your story is the Juarez-Huxtable conversation itself.’
Hiram stood beside Kate. ‘She’s not going to reveal her sources to a goon like you.’
Mavens rubbed his face and sat back. ‘I have to tell you, sir, that bugging the Prez is going to land you with a list of federal charges as long as your arm. An interagency team is investigating this matter. And the President is pretty angry herself. OurWorld could be shut down. And you, Ms. Manzoni, will be lucky to evade jail.’
‘You’ll have to prove it first,’ Hiram blustered. ‘I can testify that no OurWorld operative has been anywhere near Marine One, to plant a bug or to do anything else. This interagency investigation team you run … ‘
Mavens coughed. ‘I don’t run it. I’m part of it. In fact the Bureau chief himself … ‘
Hiram’s mouth dropped open. ‘And does he know you’re here? No? Then what are you trying to do here, Mavens? Set me up? Or-blackmail? Is that it?’
Mavens looked increasingly uncomfortable, but he sat still.
Kate touched Hiram’s arm. ‘I think we’d better hear him out, Hiram.’
Hiram shook her away. He turned to the window, hands caged behind his back, his shoulders working with anger.
Kate leaned toward Mavens. ‘You said you knew Hiram’s secret. What did you mean?’
And Michael Mavens started talking about wormholes.
The map he produced from his briefcase and spread over the table was hand-drawn on unheaded paper. Evidently, Kate thought, Mavens was straying into speculations he hadn’t wanted to share with his FBI colleagues, or even commit to the dubious security of a SoftScreen.
He said, ‘This is a map of the route Marine One took yesterday, over the suburbs of Havana. I’ve marked time points with these crosses. You can see that when the key Juarez-Huxtable onboard conversation took place – it only lasted a couple of minutes – the chopper was here.’
Hiram frowned, and tapped a hatched box highlighted on the map, right under the Sikorsky’s position at the start of the conversation. ‘And what’s this?’
Mavens grinned. ‘It’s yours, Mr. Patterson. That is an OurWorld DataPipe terminal. A wormhole mouth, linking to your central facility here in Seattle. I believe the DataPipe terminal under Marine One is the mechanism you used to get your information from the story.’
Hiram’s eyes narrowed.
Kate listened, but with growing abstraction, as Mavens speculated – a little wildly – about directional microphones and the amplifying effects of the gravitational fields of wormhole mouths. His theory, as it emerged, was that Hiram must be using the fixed DataPipe anchors to perform his bugging.
It was obvious that Mavens had stumbled on some aspects of the truth, but didn’t yet have it all.
‘Bull,’ said Hiram evenly. ‘There are holes in your theory I could fly a 747 through.’
‘Such as,’ Kate said gently, ‘OurWorld’s ability to get cameras to places where there is no DataPipe wormhole terminal. Like those hurricane-struck Philippine islands. Or Secretary-General Halliwell’s cleavage.’
Hiram glared at Kate warningly. Shut up.
Mavens looked confused, but dogged. ‘Mr. Patterson, I’m no physicist. I haven’t yet figured out all the details. But I’m convinced that just as your wormhole technology is your competitive advantage in data transmission, so it must be in your news-gathering operations.’
‘Oh, come on, Hiram,’ she said. ‘He has most of it.’
Hiram growled, ‘Damn it, Manzoni. I told you I wanted plausible deniability at every stage.’
Mavens looked inquiringly at Kate.
She said, ‘He means, cover for the existence of the WormCams.’
Mavens smiled. ‘WormCams. I can guess what that means. I knew it.’
Kate went on, ‘But deniability wasn’t always possible. And not in this case. You knew it, Hiram, before you approved the story. It was just too good a lead to pass on … I think you should tell him what he wants to know.’
Hiram glared at her. ‘Why the hell should I?’
‘Because,’ said Mavens, ‘I think I can help you.’
Mavens stared wide-eyed at David’s first wormhole mouth, already a museum piece, the spacetime pearl still embedded in its glass block. ‘And you don’t need anchors. You can plant a WormCam eye anywhere, watch anything … And you can pick up sound too?’
‘Not yet,’ Hiram said. ‘But the Search Engine is a pretty good lipreader. And we have human experts to back it up. Now, Special Agent. Tell me how you can help me.’
Reluctantly, Mavens set the glass block down on the table. ‘As Ms. Manzoni deduced, the rest of my team is only a couple of steps behind me. There will probably be a raid on your facilities tomorrow.’
Kate frowned. ‘Then surely you shouldn’t be here, tipping us off.’
‘No, I shouldn’t,’ Mavens said seriously. ‘Look, Mr. Patterson, Ms. Manzoni, I’ll be frank. I’m arrogant enough to believe that on this issue I can see a little more clearly than my superiors, which is why I’m stepping over the mark. Your WormCam technology – even what I was able to deduce about it for myself – is fantastically powerful. And it could do an immense amount of good: bringing criminals to justice, counterespionage, surveillance.’
‘If it was in the right hands,’ Hiram said heavily.
‘If it was in the right hands.’
‘And that means yours. The Bureau’s.’
‘Not just us. But in the public domain, yes. I can’t agree with your reporting of the Juarez-Huxtable conversation. But your exposure of the fraudulent science behind the Galveston desalination project, for example, was a masterful piece of journalism. By uncovering that particular scam alone you saved the public purse billions of dollars. I’d like to see responsible news-gathering of that kind continue. But I am a servant of the people. And the people-we-need the technology too, Mr. Patterson.’