Gabriel nodded as Simon sat back down. Whats going on in California seems to have created conflict within the Tabula, and this might give our side a unique opportunity. One of their leaders, an Englishwoman named Mrs. Brewster, died a few days ago in mysterious car accident. In addition, Alice Chen is going to tell us about her conversation with the foundations Head of Security, Nathan Boone. As some of you know, she was taken off a train and held captive at the Evergreen building here in London. During that time, she received a phone call from Boone. Alice, please tell us what he said.
Alice stood up. Mr. Boone asked if I was okay and if liked the food and if I was comfortable. He said he wasnt in control of the guards at the building, but that I would be safe because he needed to ask me some questions.
Go on
He said; I once had a little girl in my life and I always wanted her to be safe.
What happened after that?
He hung up.
Thank you, Alice. You can sit down. After I talked to Alice, I asked Simon to do some research on Nathan Boone.
That wasnt difficult, Simon said. Its all public information.
Boone has been one of the Tabulas most effective weapons. They might not realize it yet, but hes now become their biggest vulnerability. We know that Boone is currently in Los Angeles. He can be seen in the video footage of my brothers speech. I plan to travel to Los Angeles with Maya as my bodyguard. If we can figure out a safe way to do it, Ill find Boone and talk to him.
* * *
Mayas face showed no emotion. Boone had killed her father, and now the Traveler wanted to sit down and chat with him. But there was no need for her to express her anger. Almost everyone in the room objected to Gabriels proposal. They didnt trust Boone and felt it was dangerous for the Traveler to be separated from his friends in London.
Gabriel listened to their arguments, but he refused to change his mind. Throughout the discussion, Maya concentrated on her bandaged leg and tried to appear indifferent. Once, she glanced across the room at Linden, and the Frenchman nodded to show his approval of her behavior. Let the citizens and drones argue about what to do. The Harlequins were calm and steady. They would honor their obligations.
The meeting finally ended two hours later. The various groups began to leave the restaurant and the bearded gnome bustled about picking up cups and dishes. Gabriel accepted a glass of water and sat down at the table next to Alice Chen.
Alice, I know you like to be with Maya, but shes going with me to Los Angeles. Linden has agreed to protect you, but its easier for him to do this in Paris.
Alice glanced at Maya as if to ask: Is this all right with you? After Maya nodded, the little girl got up from her chair approached Linden. Will you teach me how to fight like Maya?
Linden looked startled for a second, and then he actually smiled. That can be arranged.
* * *
Maya followed Gabriel out of the restaurant and into Winstons van. They were silent on the way back to Camden Town, silent as they followed the familiar route through the marketplace to the drum shop hidden in the catacombs.
Winston unlocked the door to the secret apartment. Will you be all right, Mr. Corrigan?
Theres nothing to worry about, Winston. Maya is guarding me. Go home and get some sleep.
Ahhh, yes. Winstons face brightened. Sleep would be a delightful activity.
Maya went over to Lindens folding cot and pulled off her leather jacket. She placed the sword carrier on the bed, followed by her two knives and the 9mm automatic shed been wearing in an ankle holster. As usual, it made her feel vulnerable to be without her weapons. A small mirror in an ebony wood frame had been attached to the wall and, if she moved back and forth, she could see sections of her face. She hadnt washed her hair in three days. No makeup. And she looked tired. It doesnt make any difference, Maya told herself. She could be wearing a designer gown and the Traveler would still see the truth in her eyes.
Gabriel was making a pot of tea when she returned to the kitchen. Are you hungry? he asked. Weve got crackers and dry sausage, a pot of marmalade, two apples and a can of sardines.
Food is food, Gabriel. Anythings okay with me.
Maya thought about her father as Gabriel rummaged through the cupboard and poured hot water into the teapot. Whenever Thorn came back from a long trip, he would buy food at the market, stand in the kitchen and cook an elaborate meal for her mother. Sometimes, a throwing knife would still be strapped to his arm, but he talked softly as he chopped up peppers and cooked pasta.
Here we go. Gabriel placed the teapot and two plates of food in the middle of the table. Then he sat in the opposite chair and poured her a cup of tea.
Do you really want to find Nathan Boone? she asked. He killed Vicki and my father. And now you want to talk to him as if he was an ally.
Its an opportunity. Thats all.
If we find him, you can have your conversation. But when the talking is overhes dead. Youre too idealistic, Gabriel. You dont know who Boone is.
I know what hes done in the past. But all of us have the power to transform our lives.
Is that what you learned in the Sixth Realm?
Gabriel poured some cream into his tea and watched a bubble drift across the surface. I reached the golden city, but all the gods had vanished. There was only one person theremy father.
What happened? What did he say?
I asked him to return, but he couldnt do it. Hes been away too long and doesnt feel attached to this particular reality. Im not like my father. Because of you, Maya, Im still connected to this world.
Is that good or bad? Maya forced a smile.
Its good, of course. Love is the Light within all of us. It can survive even when our physical bodies are lost forever.
Whats he telling me? Maya wondered. Is he going to die?
Gabriel got up from the table and stood beside her. We can regret the past, but we cant change what happened. We can anticipate the future, but we cant control it. All we have is this momenthere in this room.
No more words. She stood up, and they held each other. The Traveler embraced her doubts and hesitations; he embraced all of her at that instant. Were here, Maya thought. Here.
37
N athan Boone established his command post at the Shangri La Hotel in West Los Angeles. He was about ten minutes away from where Michael Corrigan was stayinga pretentious place on the beach called the El Dorado. Boone saw no benefit to living in the same hotel as the Traveler. It would only make it easier for Michael to interfere with the current operation.
Boone liked the bland décor of the rooms at the Shangri La. There were no bright colorsnothing that would agitate the mind. But the best feature of the building was that visitors could enter through the parking structure and avoid the desk clerk. Boone didnt want someone like Martin Doyle sitting on a couch in the lobby.
At this moment, Doyle was watching television in the suites living room; he particularly enjoyed the news updates about the lost children. Carlo Ramirez, the Peruvian mercenary working as Doyles handler, sat beside the little table in Boones bedroom. He kept fidgeting and avoiding Boones eyes.
It was only about five minutes, Mr. Boone. I swear to you
I dont care if it was only five seconds. As I told you several weeks ago, your main responsibility is to watch Doyle. Boone scrawled a few words on a notepad, and Ramirez looked terrified. Perhaps he thought the notepad was some kind of death list.
Hes got scars.
Excuse me?
Doyle has scars, here and here. Ramirez touched his breast bone and the back of his hand. If hes got two tracer beads inside his body, you can hunt him down at any time.
Mr. Doyle is like a special kind of weapon that helps us achieve our objectives. Bu
t that doesnt mean I want him roaming freely through this city. What are you going to do next time Doyle gets away from you?
Ill find him and destroy him, sir.
Destroy him immediately.
I understand, Mr. Boone.
Good. Now send him in here.
Still sweating, Ramirez left the room. Boone sipped ice tea and gazed out the window at the shoreline park on the other side of Ocean Avenue. During the last twenty years, winter storms had eroded the cliffs at the edge of the park. In certain places, sidewalks and flower beds had fallen down the slope to the coast highway. Boone was starting to think that everything around him was falling apart. A few days ago, Mrs. Brewster and her driver had gone off a cliff near the Portreath airport, and the authorities still hadnt pulled the car out of the water.
Martin Doyle swaggered into the room and shut the door. Since leaving Thailand, he had lost his bloated appearance. Now he resembled an unemployed actor who worked part-time as a trainer at a gym. Doyle made a point of eating special meals that included fat-free cheese, pomegranate juice and steel-cut oatmeal. He was a walking refutation of the theory that a healthy diet led to a virtuous life.
It looks like you tied up Ramirez and dunked him in the pool. Doyle chuckled as he sat down. Good for you, Boone. Guys like that need to be kept in line.
We were talking about you, Mr. Doyle. I learned that you wandered away from the rest of the team.
That was no big deal. Just a little mistake. Nothing to worry about. Doyle leaned back in his chair. So how we doing, Boone? Are people scared enough? Or should I scare them a little bit more?
I dont want you to do anything for the next few days.
Maybe I should go out to the desert.
No.
Whats out in the desert is the only thing that can hurt us. I created a story for you. A fairy tale about a monster. But the story needs an ending.
Mr. Ramirez is taking you to a hotel in Culver City. Stay there until you receive instructions.
Does this new hotel have an exercise room?
I think so.
Good. Im trying to get back in shape. Doyle stood up, glanced at Boones open suitcase, and then sauntered back to the door. Suddenly, he turned, and there was a different expression in his eyesthat same mixture of shrewdness and hate that Boone had seen in Thailand.
Are we doing what were supposed to do?
What do you mean by that?
Im following orders, being a good soldier. I just want to make sure that all of us are moving in the right direction.
Instead of showing anger, Boone took off his steel-rimmed glasses and cleaned them with a tissue. Do you remember when we hunted you down like a runaway pig? Remember how you lay on the dirt, screaming?
Doyles hands clenched as the demon kicked and scratched inside his brain. Yeah. I remember.
Good. Thats good, Mr. Doyle. Just checking.
* * *
Boone didnt relax until he heard Doyle and Ramirez leave the hotel suite. Then he went out to the living room, got a bottle of vodka from the mini-bar, and poured it into his glass of iced tea. Right now he was vulnerable. Doyle sensed that weakness. Whats out in the desert is the only thing that can hurt us. Well, thats not exactly true, Boone thought. Im the only person who is in danger. Even this hotel room wasnt safe. If the police arrived, they would find a manila envelope that contained black-and-white photographs of the kidnapped children. It was painful to look at their frightened faces, but Boone didnt have the strength to destroy the images.
His fingers touched the little bottles of liquor in the rack, and then he turned away from this temptation. For the first time in a great many years, he wanted to talk to someone about what was bothering him, but that was impossible. He didnt have any friends; it was a mistake to reveal yourself to another person. Of course there were always a few people who already knew you well.
Boone returned to the bedroom, switched on his computer, and began to answer email. But certain memories pushed through his mind with such power that his fingers were frozen on the keyboard. Maybe he should go see her and confront the weakness that she represented. If you had an enemy, you should destroy that person, even if it was just another aspect of yourself.
* * *
Anthony Cannero and Myron Riles were the other two members of the team working in Los Angeles. Boone called both men and told them he was going to evaluate a site for a meeting. Then he left the hotel in his rental car and turned onto the coast highway. Route One marked the transition point between the continental United States and the blue-green expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Boone felt like he was passing through a borderland with surfboard shops and seaside villas. He drove a little faster as the morning fog burned away and patches of reflected sunlight appeared on the water.
Santa Barbara was two hours north of Los Angeles. It had once been a sleepy retirement town with strict construction codes that mandated red tile roofs for every downtown building. These days, the community was an odd mixture of wealth and beach style; it was the sort of place where the women shopping in expensive boutiques wore torn jeans and T-shirts.
North of downtown, the city planners had allowed strip malls and tract developments of flimsy-looking ranch houses with stucco walls. Boone had once lived in one of those houses, but that was a different life, a different reality. He felt like he was driving slowly into his past.
Ruths office was in a two-story office building near the freeway. After their separation, she started working for an insurance agency and was now a licensed broker. Boone entered a waiting room where a young woman answered the phone while destroying space monsters on her computer.
May I help you?
Tell Ruth that Mr. Boone is here.
Oh. The receptionist stared at him as she picked up the phone.
Footsteps on the staircase, then Ruth appeared, a practical-looking woman wearing a blue pants suit and black-framed glasses. This is a surprise, she said cautiously.
I guess its been awhile.
Almost eight years.
Can we talk?
Ruth hesitated and then nodded slightly. I dont have a lot of time, but we can have some coffee.
Boone followed his wife out the door to a nearby coffee shop where the counter girl had sea shells braided into her hair. They took their paper cups and went outside to a patio next to the parking lot.
So why are you here, Nathan? Do you finally want a divorce?
No. Unless you want one. I was in Los Angeles and thought Id drive up the coast and see you.
Theres only one thing I know about you. One indisputable fact. You dont do anything without a reason.
Should I tell her about Michael Corrigan? Boone thought. He wasnt sure. The problem with talking to other people was that they rarely followed the script that was in your mind. So how are you, Ruth? Whats new in your life?
My income went up last year. I got a speeding ticket eight months ago. But, of course, you probably know all that.
Boone didnt object to her statement. After he joined the Brethren, he arranged to receive monthly reports on Ruths phone calls. The call sheet was cross-referenced with detailed information about whoever she spoke to more than three times in a six-day period. In addition, the Norm-All program constantly evaluated Ruths credit card activity and compared her liquor and prescription drug purchases with the regional norm.
Im not talking about the facts of our life. I just wanted to know how you are.
Ruth stared at him and Boone felt like he was being interrogated. Im fine, Nathan. I have friends. Ive gotten into bird watching. Im trying to lead a productive life.
Thats good to hear.
What happened to us and the other parents was like a plane crash or a car accident. I still keep in touch with some of the people fro
m the support group. Most of us have moved on with our lives, but we were all injured in a profound way. We wake up every morning, go to work, come home and make dinnerbut well never be completely healed.
I wasnt injured, Boone said. The incident changed me. It made me see the world for what it is.
You have to accept the past and move on.
I have moved on, Boone said. Im going to make sure that that kind of incident will never occur again.
Ruth touched Boones hand, but let go when he flinched. I dont know what youre doing with the Evergreen Foundation, but its not going to give you what you want.
And whats that?
You know
No, I dont! Boone realized that he was shouting. A young man glanced at them before he entered the coffee shop.
You want Jennifer back. She was our angel. Our precious little girl.
Boone stood up, took a deep breath, and regained his self control. Its been nice seeing you again. Incidentally, my insurance policy still has you down as a beneficiary. Everything is in your name.
Ruth fumbled with her purse, pulled out a wad of tissue, and blew her nose. I dont want your money.
Then give it away, Boone said, and marched back to his car.
* * *
When he was in his twenties, he had gone through a six-week army reconnaissance course on an island off the coast of South Carolina. At the end of the training period, you had to catch a wild boar with a snare, stab the squealing animal with your commando knife and butcher it on the spot. That was just a test, one more way to show that you could deal with any problem. Thirty years later, nothing had changed. He was compelled to take one last step to prove his strength and invulnerability.