Even here she saw no panic, not even any unruliness or complaining. Word of an emergency situation had spread throughout the trainload of riders, and they were responding calmly and reasonably-more calmly, in fact, than the bulk of the attendees at the ATSAC meeting.
Tess approached one of the patrol officers and showed her bureau creds.
"Sorry," the cop said. "No one gets in without Stage One clearance."
"Stage what?"
"Stage One," a voice said from behind her. She turned and saw Jack Tennant. "It’s a new wrinkle the Emergency Management honchos dreamed up. Basically you need one of these."
He fingered a laminated card hanging from a strap around his neck. The cop glanced at it and gestured to let him go through.
Tess thought Tennant was going to abandon her, but instead he jerked a thumb in her direction and said, "She’s on my dance card."
The cop let her pass.
She accompanied Tennant to the lower level of the station, past a few stragglers ascending from the platform. Every face that slipped by received her close scrutiny. But Hayde’s face was not among them.
"Thanks for getting me in," she told Tennant.
He shrugged. "I hear he went after you."
She nodded. "I guess you weren’t the only one who wanted me off the case." This was a cheap dig, but she felt entitled.
"I was wrong about that."
This surprised her. "Were you?"
"Never should’ve kept you off the task force. Tell you the truth, it wasn’t because I doubted your competence." He looked away, then seemed to realize this was cowardly and turned to meet her gaze. "In the LAX fiasco, one of my agents nearly got killed. A female agent."
"You weren’t trying to protect me because I’m a woman?"
He smiled. "What can I say? I’m a male chauvinist. At least I own up to it. How’d he try to take you out?"
"VX in the air conditioner of my motel room. I don’t suppose there’s any chance he used it all up."
"No way. He wouldn’t have needed more than a few drops. It was sort of a test run."
Tess thought it was a test she’d nearly flunked.
Tennant was looking her over. "Have you received medical attention?"
"Only the antidotes I self-injected."
"You should be at a trauma center, under observation."
"I’m fine."
"You don’t know that. Those the same clothes you were wearing during the attack?"
"Yes." They were, in fact, the same clothes she’d been wearing for the past thirty-six hours.
"You should’ve changed. Droplets of nerve agent can get trapped between your clothes and skin. You could be outgassing right now."
"Sounds more like a problem you’d encounter after a quick meal at Taco Bell."
"I’m serious."
"I think I’m okay. I got pretty thoroughly aired out over the last hour."
"If you feel any symptoms, report it immediately."
The evacuated train was sitting at the station platform, six cars, fully lighted, completely empty. There was something eerie about seeing it there, as if it were the last train still running in a depopulated world. Mobius’s kind of world. A world of the dead.
"I’m checking out the train," Tennant said.
"Not alone."
"My guys aren’t here yet."
"I’m here. Let’s go." She saw Tennant hesitate and added, "You really don’t have to protect me. Even though I’m a woman."
38
At the entrance to the subway train, Tennant asked Tess if she was carrying a cell phone or a pager. "Cell," she said. She had Dodge’s phone in her purse.
"Turn it off."
"Okay. Why?"
"We don’t need any extra radio signals in there." He didn’t explain further.
Tess killed the phone, then followed Tennant into the first car. She’d never ridden the LA subway, and she was surprised to find the car clean and bright, almost untouched by the etched graffiti-scratchitti, she believed it was called-that infested most public transit systems. The seats were upholstered in red, presumably color-coded to the Red Line. In the hasty evacuation, a few newspapers had been left behind, along with someone’s vinyl jacket. Tennant lifted the jacket, checking for a package underneath, but there was none.
"If he intended to disseminate VX," Tess said, "he would have tried to get it into the AC." Which was still on, she noted uneasily. She hoped she wasn’t breathing in more of the stuff. It was doubtful she could survive a second exposure in such a short time frame.
"That’s probably true." Tennant was methodically checking underneath the seats with a flashlight. Tess got out her own flash and did the same. "But there’s no easy way to access the AC vents-not without being seen by the other riders. My guess is, he planted a bomb."
"Nothing in his profile or past behavior suggests a proficiency with explosives."
"Maybe he’s learning on the job."
They reached the end of the first car and crossed into the second, then continued their methodical search of the seats, the floors, and every cubbyhole and niche.
"By the way," Tennant remarked, "you’re clear on that news leak thing."
She looked up, startled. "What?"
"It wasn’t you. Well, you already knew that-but now the AD knows it too."
"I’m not following."
"It’s like this. When I heard about the leak, I called up an old friend of mine in the LAPD. Got to know him when I was stationed here back in the eighties. He’s with Internal Affairs now."
They moved into the central car.
"My friend told me IAD has been taking a long look at that detective you paired up with-Dodge. Dodge doesn’t know it, but they’ve got him down for passing confidential information to the media. Specifically, to this Levine guy at Channel Eight."
"So it was him," Tess muttered.
"Yeah. And IAD’s closing in. This Dodge guy’s about to be in a whole lot of trouble."
"Not anymore. He’s dead."
It was Tennant’s turn to look up in surprise. "Courtesy of Mobius?"
"Exactly."
"Well, then I guess his problems are over. And so are yours, as far as the leak situation is concerned."
"You say you already told Andrus?"
"Called him as soon as I knew."
"How long ago?"
"Hour, maybe."
"Would’ve been nice if he’d gotten in touch with me."
"He’s a cold fish, that guy. I don’t-Whoops, here we go."
He was crouching by a seat. Tess knelt beside him and saw a squarish package wrapped in aluminum foil, taped to the seat bottom.
Duct-taped. Of course.
She stared at it, aware that she was looking at a bomb of some sort, probably not very powerful, but carrying a deadly payload of nerve agent.
"He planted it during the northbound run." Her thoughts came in a rush, her brain pressed into high gear. "Would’ve wanted it to go off when the train was southbound. Ideally, under the mountains. That would be the longest stretch of uninterrupted tunnel."
"Train’s been sitting at this station for a good ten minutes," Tennant said. "Bomb might go off at any second. Safest thing is to get out of here, let it blow."
"Then we lose the evidence."
"We don’t need evidence to identify him."
"But we may need it to get a conviction."
"Shit." Tennant looked at the package.
"Can you disarm one of these things?"
"Maybe. I did a little munitions work in Vietnam. All right, get out and let me handle it."
"No way."
"It’s not a two-person job."
"Yes, it is. I’ll hold the flashlight. You need both hands free."
"If it blows-"
"We get splashed, and we die. That’s a good reason to hurry up and get started, don’t you think?"
Tennant put down his flashlight, and Tess aimed hers at the package. Carefully Tennant peeled away the tinfoil, uncovering a gradated glass cylinder-a test tube-stoppered at one end, filled with amber liquid.