"Colonel!"
"Yes, I'm listening," Bailey growled, feeling his face warm with embarrassment as he angrily shook the random thoughts away. Fatigue always made his mind drift that way. "What is it?"
"I think you'll want to hear this for yourself, sir," the interrogator said, sitting upright and gesturing to the chair at the other side of the bed.
Frowning, Bailey sat down. The kid's eyes were closed, his breathing slow but steady. "Go ahead," he told the interrogator.
The other nodded. "Rob?" he called softly. "Rob? You need to tell our other friend here what you just told me."
For a moment the kid didn't move. Then, his head turned slightly, his eyes reluctantly opening to slits.
"She knows," he murmured. "She knows the way inside."
Something with cold feet took a walk up Bailey's spine. "Who knows the way?" he asked, leaning close to the boy.
"Anne," Rob said. "Anne does."
"Anne Silcox?"
"Yes," the boy said. "They told her. You know. The blackcollars."
Bailey looked up at the interrogator. "Ask him the way into what," the other suggested quietly.
Bailey looked back at the injured prisoner. "What place does Anne know the way into?"
"You know," Rob said, his voice almost too soft to be heard. "Aegis Mountain."
Bailey's mouth was suddenly very dry. Could Poirot have been right after all? "Do you know the way in?" he asked.
"No," Rob said. "Just Anne. And the blackcollars."
Bailey locked eyes with the interrogator. "This had better be straight," he warned.
"It is," the interrogator assured him. "I never prompted him."
Bailey looked back down at the half-sleeping kid. So there was a way in after all, a way the blackcollars had apparently found.
And at this very moment, across town, General Poirot was working with the tactical group who were trying to come up with a plan to capture one or more of those same blackcollars. Coincidence?
Abruptly, Bailey got to his feet. "Keep at him," he told the interrogator as he snagged his coat from the hook. "Find out everything he knows, and I mean everything. I'll send over a couple more men to assist."
"You don't need to do that, sir," the other assured him. "I can handle it."
Bailey gazed at him, an unpleasant tingle whispering through him. Whiplash ... "I'll send a couple more men to assist," he repeated, his tone making it an order. "And you aren't to breathe a word of any of this to anyone but them and me. Clear?"
The interrogator's lips compressed. "Yes, sir."
Three minutes later Bailey was in his car, heading through the silent Athena streets toward the Security building. Yes, Poirot had been right about Phoenix and Aegis Mountain. The question now was, how had he managed to be so right?
More to the immediate point, did this wonderful revelation come with hidden strings attached?
He didn't know. But he was damn well going to find out.
CHAPTER 13
It was still dark when Jensen's mental alarm clock went off. Four o'clock in the morning, or near enough.
Time to go.
For a minute he lay still on the hard ground, listening to the night sounds around him playing counterpoint to Toby's slow, even breathing. The man was asleep, with the deep oblivion of a man who'd spent a couple of hours the evening before tromping through unbroken wilderness on a bad leg.
In a way, he hated to leave the old man out here alone. Unlike the Plinry blackcollars, it didn't look like Toby had been getting the periodic low-level Idunine doses that had kept their muscles and organs young while letting their outer appearances age normally. It had been a long, hard trek, and it would be an equally hard trek back to his cabin.
But where Jensen was going, he was going alone. Carefully, wincing as his ribs flared in protest, he rolled halfway over and started to get to his feet.
"Going somewhere?" Toby asked mildly.
Jensen frowned toward the dark lump a couple of meters away. He would have sworn the other was asleep. "Thought I'd see if I could find a place that was open for breakfast," he said.
"You've found it," Toby said, sitting up. "This bush right here's the best place in the Rockies. Here—
special of the day."
He held something out; a ration bar, Jensen discovered as he took it. "You're a pretty light sleeper," he commented as he tore off the end of the wrapper.
"So are you," Toby said. "Luckily for me, you're also very predictable."
"In what way?"
"For starters, this little attempt to ditch me," Toby said. "That was what you were intending, wasn't it?"
Jensen grimaced. "I appreciate all your help, Toby," he said. "But where I'm going it isn't safe for you to go."
"Why not?" Toby countered. "Didn't you and the other blackcollars close down what was left of Aegis's defenses the last time you were in there?"
So there it was, out in the open at last. "Very good," he said. "Where did you hide your telescope? I never saw it in your cabin."
"I packed it away in a rotten log after I sent Adamson and Trapper out to look for you," Toby replied.
"You're good, too. I didn't realize you'd spotted me."
"I caught a couple of glints from the lens," Jensen said. "So what do you want?"
"The same thing you do," Toby said. "I want into Aegis Mountain."
Jensen shook his head. "Sorry."
"If I don't go, neither do you," Toby warned.
"Is that a threat?" Jensen asked, wishing it was light enough for him to see whether or not the other was holding his pistol.
"It's a statement of fact," Toby said. "I'm guessing that whatever you want in there is going to involve at least a little bit of heavy lifting. There's no way you're going to do any of that, not with your ribs the way they are."
"And you're not going to make it with your leg the way it is," Jensen countered. "There's a lot of walking and climbing involved."
"I'll make it," Toby said firmly. "And not to push, but this is a limited-time deal. Eventually, Security's going to get around to analyzing the pylon team's IR data and come out here for another look. The only place we can go where they won't spot us is inside the base."
"Alternatively, that's exactly what they're hoping I'll think," Jensen countered. "Maybe the plan is for you to talk me into showing you the way in."
"And then what?" Toby scoffed. "I overpower you with my bare hands and call them in?"
"You have a gun," Jensen reminded him.
Toby snorted. "And I'm supposed to threaten a blackcollar with a gun? That's hardly the way I want to die."
"How do you want to die?"
"Not that way," Toby said, a sudden oddness to his voice. "So are we going? Or would you rather be sitting here arguing about it when Security flies in to pick us up?"
Jensen grimaced as he gazed at the other's silhouette in the starlight. Toby was right, he had to admit—
with his ribs in the shape they were he wasn't going to accomplish much alone. But there were still an awful lot of question marks swirling around the old hermit.
On the other hand, Toby was also right about Security coming out for a second look ... and after personally sampling their torture methods on Argent, he knew he would eventually break down and show them the secret entrance.
And he was damned if he was going to lose by default. "All right," he said reluctantly. "But you're going to have to get me to the right area. I have no idea where we are."
"We're not too far," Toby assured him, using a tree branch to help himself to his feet. "I figured we might as well head that direction to start with."