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  "Im Sarah. I work with Peter. "

  "Youre tall. "

  "Where is Peter?" Sarah said.

  "Hes over there," Janis said. "Somethings wrong with him. "

  Evans could see none of this, because he could not move his eyes. And now he saw the first gray spots that signaled the impending loss of consciousness. It took every ounce of energy he possessed to move his chest and fill his lungs the tiniest bit.

  "Peter?" Sarah said.

  She moved into his field of view. She looked at him.

  "Are you paralyzed?" she said.

  Yes! Call the hospital!

  "Hes sweating," Sarah said. "Cold sweats. "

  "He was that way when I found him," Janis said. She turned to Sarah. "What are you doing here anyway? How well do you know Peter?"

  "Did you call an ambulance?" Sarah said.

  "No, because my phone is in my car, and"

  "Ill do it. "

  Sarah flipped open her cell phone. It was the last thing Evans remembered.

  Chapter 68

  BRENTWOOD

  WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 13

  1:22 A. M.

  It was late. The house was dark all around him. Nicholas Drake was sitting at his desk in his home in Brentwood, near Santa Monica. He was precisely 2. 9 miles from the beach (he had recently measured it in his car), so he felt secure there. It was a good thing, too, because NERF had bought this house for him only one year before. There had been some discussion about that, because they had also bought him a townhouse in Georgetown. But Drake had pointed out that he needed a residence on the West Coast in which to entertain celebrities and important contributors.

  California was, after all, the most environmentally conscious state in the nation. It had been the first to pass anti-smoking laws, almost ten years before New York or any other Eastern state did. And even when a Federal Court overturned the EPA on the issue of secondhand smoke in 1998, saying that the EPA had violated its own rules of evidence and banned a substance they had failed to prove caused any harm at allthe Federal Judge was from a tobacco state, obviouslyeven then, California did not budge. The anti-smoking laws stayed. In fact, Santa Monica was about to ban all smoking outdoors, even at the beach! Now that was progress!

  It was easy here.

  But as for getting major funds amp;well, that was another matter. There were some rich people in the entertainment industry who could be counted on, but for the real money in Californiathe investment bankers, portfolio managers, CEOs, real estate, trust funders, people with five hundred million to a couple billion, serious moneywell, those people werent so easy. Those people inhabited a different California. Those people belonged to golf courses that didnt allow actors to join. The big money was in the hands of pioneers and tech entrepreneurs, and they were very smart and very tough. A lot of them knew their science. Christ, a lot of them were scientists.

  Which was why they presented such a challenge to Drake, if he wanted that bonus for making his numbers for the year. He was staring at the screen, thinking it was time for a Scotch, when a new window opened and the cursor blinked:

  SCORPIO_L: Can you talk?

  Speaking of dimwits, he thought. He typed:

  Yes I can.

  Drake shifted in his seat, adjusting the light over his desk so it would illuminate his face. He looked at the camera lens mounted just above his screen.

  The window opened up. He saw Ted Bradley, sitting at his desk in his house in the San Fernando Valley.

  "Well?"

  "It was just as you said," Bradley said. "Evans has gone over to the dark side. "

  "And?"

  "He was with that girl, Jennifer, who works on the lawsuit amp;"

  "Jennifer Haynes?"

  "Yeah. Shes a wise-ass bitch. "

  Drake said nothing. He was listening to the sound of the voice. Bradley had been drinking again. He said, "Ted, weve talked about this before. Not everybody likes it when you come on to them. "

  "Yeah, they do. I mean, mostly they do. "

  "Ted, this is not the impression we want to make. "

  "Well, she insulted me. "

  "All right. So Jennifer Haynes was there amp;"

  "Shes a stooge for big oil and coal. Gotta be. "

  "And who else was there?"

  "Sarah Jones. "

  "Uh-huh. She flew up to see the body?"

  "I dont know why she was there. She was with a guy named Kenner, a real asshole. Another know-it-all. "

  "Describe him. "

  "Forties, dark, kind of butch. Looks military to me. "

  "Uh-huh. Anyone else?"

  "No. "

  "Nobody foreign? No other people?"

  "No, just the ones I described. "

  "Would you say that Peter Evans knew Kenner?"

  "Yeah. Pretty well, I would say. "

  "So, it was your impression they were working together?"

  "Yes. I would say very much together. "

  "All right, Ted," Drake said. "I like your instincts here. " He watched as Bradley preened on the monitor. "I think you may be on to something. Evans could prove a problem to us. "

  "Ill say. "

  "Hes been one of our trusted attorneys. Why, he was in my office just the other day, getting an assignment from me. If hes turned on us, he could do damage. "

  "Damn turncoat," Ted said. "Hes another Bennett Arnold. "

  "I want you to stick close to him for the next week or so. "

  "My pleasure. "

  "Hang out with him, stay by his side. Buddy-buddy. You know. "

  "I got you, Nick. Ill be on him like glue. "

  "Im sure hell be at the opening of the conference later this morning," Drake said. And he thought, Or then again, he might not make it.

  Chapter 69

  WESTWOOD

  WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 13

  3:40 A. M.

  Kenner said, "I must say, it was an excellent choice. Hapalochlaena fasciata, the most deadly of the three species of blue-ringed octopus. So named because when it is threatened it changes color and produces bright blue rings on its skin. Its found everywhere in the coastal waters of Australia. The animal is very tiny, the bite is small and almost undetectable, and envenomation is often deadly. There is no antivenom. And a bites not likely to be quickly recognized at a hospital in Los Angeles. Really, a masterful choice. "* Evans, who was lying in the emergency room at UCLA with a respirator on his face, just stared. He was still unable to speak. But he was no longer so frightened. Janis had gone home in a huff, mentioning something about teaching an early class. Sarah was sitting by his bed, rubbing his hand gently and looking beautiful. "Where would they have gotten one?"

  "I imagine they have several," Kenner said. "Theyre delicate, and dont live very long anyway. But they are captured in fairly large numbers because the Aussies are trying to make an antivenin. You probably know the Australians lead the world in deadly poisonous animals. The most poisonous snake, the most poisonous mollusk, the most poisonous fishall from Australia or found there. "

  Evans thought, Great.

  "But now of course UCLA has seen three cases. Theyre on it. "

  "Yes, we are," an intern said, coming into the room. He checked Evanss IV and his respirator. He said, "We have your preliminary blood work. Its a tetrodotoxin, like the others. You should be up and around in about three more hours. Lucky guy. " He smiled winningly at Sarah, then walked out again.

  "Anyway, Im glad youre all right," Kenner said. "It would have been embarrassing to lose you. "

  Evans thought, What is he talking about? He was increasingly able to use his eye muscles, and he glanced over at Sarah. But she just smiled.

  "Oh yes," Kenner said. "I need you alive, Peter. At least for a while. "

  Sitting in a corner of the room on his cell phone, Sanjong said, "Okay, we have some action. "

  Kenner said, "Is it where we thought?"

  "Yes. "

  "What hap
pened?"

  "We just got the receipt notice. They rented an aircraft last month. A C-57 transport. "

  "Whew," Kenner said.

  "What does that mean?" Sarah said.

  "Big aircraft. They probably need it to spray. "

  She looked puzzled. "Spray?"

  Sanjong said, "Its pretty clear theyre going to disseminate AOB, ammonia-oxidizing bacteria, in large quantities. And perhaps some hydrophilic nanoparticles as well. "

  "To do what?"

  "Control the path of a storm," Kenner said. "Theres some evidence that disseminated AOB at altitude can shift a hurricane or cyclone track. Hydrophilic nanoparticles potentiate the effect. At least in theory. I dont know if its been tried on a large system. "

  "Theyre going to control a hurricane?"

  "Theyre going to try. "

  "Maybe not," Sanjong said. "Tokyo says some recent cellular and Internet traffic suggests that the project may be canceled. "

  "Then they dont have the initial conditions?"

  "Looks like they dont, no. "

  Evans coughed. "Oh good," Kenner said. "Youre coming around. " He patted his arm. "Just rest now, Peter. Try and sleep if you can. Because, as you know, today is the big day. "

  "The big day?" Sarah said.

  "The conference begins in about five and a half hours," Kenner said. He stood to go, then turned back to Evans. "Im going to have Sanjong stay with you the rest of the night," he said. "I think youll be all right here, but theyve already made one attempt on your life, and I dont want them to try another. "

  Sanjong smiled and sat on the chair beside the bed, a stack of magazines beside him. He opened the latest issue of Time magazine. The cover story was "Climate Change Doomsday Ahead. " He also had Newsweek: "Abrupt Climate ChangeA New Scandal for the Administration?" And The Economist: "Climate Change Rears Its Ugly Head. " And Paris-Match: "Climat: Le Nouveau P?ril Am?ricain. "

  Sanjong smiled cheerfully. "Just rest now," he said.

  Evans closed his eyes.

  Chapter 70

  SANTA MONICA

  WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 13

  9:00 A. M.

  At nine oclock that morning, the invited attendees to the conference were milling around on the floor, not taking their seats. Evans was standing near the entrance, drinking coffee. He felt incredibly tired, but he was all right. Hed been a little shaky in his legs earlier, but that had passed.

  The delegates were clearly academic types, many dressed casually in a manner to suggest an outdoorsy lifestylekhakis and L. L. Bean shirts, hiking boots, Patagonia vests. "It looks like a lumberjack convention, doesnt it?" Jennifer said, standing beside Evans. "Youd never know these guys spend most of their time in front of computer monitors. "

  "Is that true?" Evans said.

  "A lot of them, yes. "

  "And the hiking shoes?"

  She shrugged. "The rugged look is in, at the moment. "

  At the podium, Nicholas Drake tapped the microphone. "Good morning, everyone," he said. "We will begin in ten minutes. " Then he stepped away, and huddled with Henley.

  "Waiting for the TV cameras," Jennifer said. "They had some electrical problems this morning. Crews are still setting up. "

  "So, of course, everything waits for television. "

  At the entrance to the convention hall, there was a commotion and shouting. Evans looked over and saw an elderly man in a tweed coat and tie struggling with two security guards. "But I have been invited!" he said. "I am supposed to be here. "

  "Sorry, sir," the guards were saying, "your name is not on the sheet. "

  "But, I tell you, I have been invited!"

  "Oh boy," Jennifer said, shaking her head.

  "Whos that?"

  "That is Professor Norman Hoffman. Ever heard of him?"

  "No, why?"

  "The ecology of thought? Hes a famous sociologist, or should I say a notorious one. Extremely critical of environmental beliefs. A bit of a mad dog. We had him over to the war room to ask him his views. That was a mistake. The guy never shuts up. He talks a mile a minute and goes off on tangentsin every directionand you cant turn him off. Its like a TV set that changes channels every few seconds, and theres no remote. "

  "No wonder they dont want him here. "

  "Oh yes, he would cause trouble. He already is. "

  Over by the entrance, the old man was struggling with the security guards. "Let go of me! How dare you! I was invited! By George Morton himself. He and I are personal friends. George Morton invited me!"

  The mention of George Morton sparked something. Evans went over to the old man.

  Jennifer said, "Youll be sor-ry amp;"

  He shrugged. "Excuse me," he said, coming up to the guards. "Im Mr. Mortons attorney. Can I help you?"

  The old man writhed in the grip of the guards. "Im Professor Norman Hoffman and George Morton invited me!" Up close, Evans saw that the old man was messily shaven, unkempt, his hair wild. "Why do you think I would come to this horrible convocation? For one reason only: George asked me to. He wanted my impression of it. Although I could have told him weeks ago: There are no surprises to be had here, I can assure you. It will unfold with all the stately ceremony of any cheap funeral. "

  Evans was thinking Jennifer had been right to warn him about this guy. He said politely, "Do you have a ticket, sir?"

  "No, I dont have a ticket. I dont need a ticket. What dont you understand, young man? I am Professor Norman Hoffman and I am a personal friend of George Mortons. Anyway," he said, "they took my ticket. "

  "Who did?"

  "One of those guards. "

  Evans said to the guards, "Did you take his ticket?"

  "He didnt have a ticket. "

  "Do you have a stub?" Evans said to Hoffman.

  "No, damn it, I do not have a stub. I do not need a stub. I do not need any of this, frankly. "