Part 44 (1/2)
Was it hers? she wondered. Really? And how much was it worth? A tingle crept over her skin as she realized that a day might come when every lamp, every microwave, every TV, every car in the world would have one of those little transceivers in its works. Worth? Alicia doubted she or anybody else could count that high.
”Not all,” she said, remembering something. ”A third of it is yours.”
Jack c.o.c.ked his head and gave her a puzzled look. ”Mine? But-” *
”Our deal, remember? We split the proceeds-you've got a thirty-three percent share.”
”Jeez,” Jack said, dropping into a chair. ”I forgot all about that.”
”I'm sure you would have remembered eventually.” She refused to let herself get excited. ”But right now you've got a third of nothing. We've only got half of the equation. The receiver's not worth anything without the transmitter.”
Jack nodded. ”Like taking a TV set back to the 1920s, I guess. Without somebody broadcasting, it's just an expensive night-light.”
”Right. So where is it?”
”Uptown,” Jack said. ”Or maybe farther north of here.”
”Because that's the way it keeps running?”
”Got to be,” he said, taking the cha.s.sis from her. ” 'Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?' Remember?”
Jack put it on the floor and let it arc across the carpet to end b.u.mping its front end on the uptown wall.
”I think-no, I'm sure sure its quest is the transmitter.” its quest is the transmitter.”
”So what are you going to do? Put it down on Fifth Avenue and follow it uptown?”
”No... I've got a better idea.” He retrieved the cha.s.sis and turned off the motor. ”Is there a back way out of here?”
”Yes. Ask Raymond. He'll show you.”
”Swell. See you later.” He stopped at the door and turned. ”Hey, I almost forgot. How's the little guy-the one with the haircut?”
”Hector Lopez?” Alicia said, looking away, not wanting to see his face. ”He died this morning.”
”Aw,” Jack said, more of a sigh than a word. ”I'm sorry.”
”Yeah,” Alicia said through her constricting throat. ”He was a good little guy.”
And then, as precipitously as he'd arrived, Jack was gone, leaving the toy Rover's black plastic body on her desk.
Alicia swallowed to loosen her throat, then let Hector fade from her mind as she remembered the key they'd found along with the truck last night-last night? Had it only been last night? She wondered if Jack had learned what lock it fit.
And then the possibility of broadcast power took over. How many billions might something like that be worth? She thought of what she could do with all that money. She could start a foundation, find homes for kids like those at the Center, fund research to find ways to save future Hectors.
Broadcast power... the power to change the world... hers...
Hers because that man... that monster... had left it to her...
Alicia closed her eyes. She didn't want anything that man had touched. Anything Anything. He had to have known that. So why had he left her this? Was he laughing now from his spot in the darkest, coldest, nastiest corner of h.e.l.l?
She picked up the Rover body and hurled it against the wall.
Jack bought a good compa.s.s and started in his own apartment. He marked the truck's starting point at the downtown end of his living room and ran a string to where it ended up against the uptown wall. He checked that and found that the string ran a few degrees west of due north. He unfolded his brand-new map of New York State and drew a line from mid Manhattan up along the Hudson through Albany and Troy, through a little town called Elysium in the Adirondacks, then onto Lake Placid and into Quebec. Theoretically, the line could be heading all the way to the Arctic Circle and beyond. Jack hoped it stayed in New York State.
He didn't feature trekking all the way out to Sag Harbor again, so he took his next reading in the little park on the Flus.h.i.+ng side of the Whitestone Bridge. This time the line traveled a more westerly path, crossing the first line in Ulster County.
Could be good news or could be a fluke. The next reading would tell.
The lower left corner of Jack's New York map showed a portion of North Jersey. He took the Lincoln Tunnel into the lovely paved vistas of the Garden State and followed Route 3 to where it crossed the Parkway. Since that particular intersection was on his map, he stopped in a nearby strip mall parking lot and let the cha.s.sis take another run.
Jack smiled when he checked the path with his compa.s.s: this time it headed east east of due north. Good. At least they wouldn't have to go to the north pole to find the transmitter. of due north. Good. At least they wouldn't have to go to the north pole to find the transmitter.
The third line met the others in Ulster County, a little west of New Paltz.
If he was right, if the receiver was designed to point the way to its power source, then the transmitter was somewhere in the vicinity of intersection of those three lines.
Looked like he and Alicia would be on their way to the Catskills tomorrow-if Sam Baker and his boys didn't interfere. Jack had told Sean to call Thomas's lawyer and start the paperwork to sell the house. Hopefully that would keep Kemel off balance enough to allow Jack and Alicia to sneak out of town.
Alicia... he'd been so wound up about this broadcast power thing that he'd almost forgotten about the filth in those envelopes. A big part of him was pus.h.i.+ng to build a fire and reduce them to ash, but another part said that it might make Alicia's world a brighter place if she could watch those negatives curling and blackening and smoking in the flames.
But giving her the envelopes meant he'd have to be there when she realized what was in them. He didn't want to see her face, didn't want to imagine what she'd be feeling at that moment. Because he could never imagine.
Still undecided, he headed back to New York.
Yos.h.i.+o stood in a doorway where he could see both the front entrance to the AIDS Center and the length of the alley that ran along its uptown flank. Earlier this afternoon he had been parked in his usual spot when he had seen Jack-san enter the Center. He had not seen him come out, and had a.s.sumed that he was spending the afternoon there.
But just moments ago Yos.h.i.+o had been startled to see Jack-san-carrying a large Staples shopping bag-reenter the Center. Yos.h.i.+o knew he had not missed his exit. This could only mean that there was another way out.
He discovered the alleyway after a minute or two of hurried searching. How careless of him. But he wasted no time berating himself. He had missed the earlier opportunity to follow Jack-san, but he would not sneak away so easily again.
Yos.h.i.+o rushed back to his car when he saw Jack-san and Alicia Clayton leave by the front entrance and walk along Seventh Avenue. Jack-san still carried the Staples bag. He followed them around the corner as they headed east. He kept waiting for them to hail a taxi or get into a car, but instead they ducked into a subway entrance on Sixth Avenue.
Yos.h.i.+o groaned and pounded the steering wheel in frustration. Yes, he could park the car-legally or otherwise-and follow them on foot, but that would be futile. Even if he caught up to him, Jack-san would have no trouble spotting him.
The ronin ronin was taking no chances. was taking no chances.
Yos.h.i.+o sighed. Another missed opportunity. He was not likely to see Jack-san or Alicia Clayton again tonight, so who else should he watch? Samuel Baker, Kemel Muhallal, or the other Clayton?
He would choose later. Right now he wanted to make preparations for the next time Jack-san tried one of his tricks. Yos.h.i.+o would be ready for him.
He hoped.
”Don't tell me this is another one of your decoy homes,” Alicia said, ”because I won't believe it.”
What am I doing here? she wondered as she wandered among the antiques and wall hangings on the second floor. They'd taken the F train down to West Fourth, then grabbed the A back up to Twenty-third, and now here she was in this elegant Victorian town house in Chelsea.
”No, afraid not,” Jack said, watching the street from a front window. ”I just happen to have a key to it.”
”You seem to know your way around the place. Where's the owner?”