Madox explained to Kate and me, “Those four men make up my Executive Board.”
“What Executive Board?”
“Of this club.”
“Right. So, what did you guys talk about?” I asked.
“Project Green and Wild Fire.”
“Right. So, how’s that going?”
“Fine.” He looked at his watch, so I looked at mine. It was 7:33, and hopefully Walsh was getting around to reading his personal e-mail. Hopefully, too, the state troopers would be arriving soon. But I wasn’t counting on that.
Madox said, “Well, now I have some questions for you. Are you alone tonight?”
I did a good imitation of a laugh. “Sure.”
“Well,” he said, “it doesn’t matter at this point.”
I didn’t want to hear that.
He asked, “How did you figure this out?”
I was happy to reply, “Harry Muller. He wrote us a note on the lining of his pants pocket.”
“Oh… well, that was smart.”
I said to him, “Fuck you.”
He completely ignored that and asked me, “Have you ever heard of Wild Fire?” He gave me a hint. “Highly sensitive government protocol.”
“To be honest with you, Bain, I don’t read all my memos from Washington.” I glanced at Kate, who was standing with her back to the fireplace, her hand in her gun pocket, and asked her, “Kate? You ever hear of Wild Fire?”
“No.”
I turned back to Madox, shrugged, and said, “I guess we missed that memo. What did it say?”
He seemed impatient with me and responded, “It wouldn’t be in a memo, John. I think you have most of what you need, so don’t be intellectually lazy and expect me to put it all together for you.”
I said to Kate, “He’s calling us lazy. After all the work we’ve done.”
Madox admitted to both of us, “Actually, you seem to have solved the homicide case, and you’re closer to the other thing than I’d thought. But you need to put it together.”
“Okay.” I went to the French doors and opened them.
It was a nice night, and a bright half-moon was almost directly overhead, lighting up the clearing behind the lodge.
Off in the distance, I could see the metal roof of the generator building, and the three chimneys belching smoke into the air. Also, there were two all-terrain vehicles and a black Jeep prowling around back there, as though they were guarding the building.
I said to Madox, “I see the diesel engines are running.”
“That’s right. I just had them serviced.”
I turned from the double doors and walked back to where Madox was still leaning against the bar. “Six thousand kilowatts.”
“Right. Who told you that? Potsdam Diesel?”
I didn’t answer his question. “Where’s the ELF transmitter?”
He didn’t seem surprised and replied, “I’m not overly impressed that you figured out this was an ELF station. It’s all there for anyone to see-the generators, the cables, the location here in the Adirondacks-”
“Where’s the transmitter, Bain?”
“I’ll show it to you. Later.”
I said to him, “Now would be a really good time.”
He ignored that, and we eyeballed each other. He didn’t look like a man with a serious problem. He asked me, “So, have you come to any startling conclusions?” He turned to Kate. “Kate? A eureka moment?”
Kate said to him, “Four suitcase nuclear weapons were flown on your two aircraft to LA and San Francisco.”
“Correct. And?”
She continued, “And your ELF transmitter will send a signal to detonate those devices when they reach their final destinations.”
“Well… close.”
I was getting a little tired of this bullshit, so I said to Madox, “The game’s over, pal. I’m placing you under arrest for the murder of Federal Agent Harry Muller. Turn around, put your hands on the bar, and spread your legs.” I said, “Kate, cover me.” I stepped toward Madox, who wasn’t doing what I told him to do.
I heard Kate say, “John…”
I glanced back and saw Carl at the door with a raised shotgun directed at Kate.
Across the room, another man stood at the open doors of the game room with an M16 rifle raised and pointed.
A third man walked in through the doors from the terrace, aiming an M16 at me.
As they both moved closer into the room, I saw that the guy who’d come from the game room was Luther, and the guy from the terrace was the guard at the gatehouse, whom I’d blasted with my air horn.
I glanced back at Madox and saw he was holding a big Army Colt.45 automatic, pointed at my face.
Well, I couldn’t say I hadn’t seen this coming, but it still seemed unreal.
Then Madox said to us, “You knew you weren’t getting out of here alive.”
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Kate and I made eye contact, and she didn’t look frightened; she looked pissed off about something. Maybe me.
Madox said, “All right, both of you, facedown on the floor.” He added, in case we didn’t know, “One false move and you’re both dead.” He further added, “No kidding.”
So we got facedown on the floor, which was the correct police and military procedure for disarming prisoners. Obviously, we were dealing with people who knew how this was done.
I heard Madox say, “Kate, you first. Weapons. Slowly. John, keep your face in the carpet, and don’t even breathe.”
I couldn’t see what was going on, but I heard what I thought was the sound of a boot or shoe kicking Kate’s Glock across the carpet, and Madox said to her, “Do you always carry your gun in your pocket?”
She didn’t reply, and Madox continued, “A lot of good it did you.” Then, he asked her, “Any more weapons?”
“No.”
“Where’s your holster?”
“Small of my back.”
He ordered, “Take her holster, and take off her watch, her shoes, socks, and jacket, then wand her.”
I heard the sounds of these items being removed and tossed aside, then Madox said, “Frisk her.”
Next, I heard Kate say, “Get your fucking hands off me.”
Madox retorted, “Do you want a strip search, or a frisk and wanding?”
No reply. Then Luther’s voice said, “Clean.”
Madox ordered, “Turn over.”
I heard her turn over, then a few seconds later, the wand made a hit, and Carl asked, “What’s that?”
Kate replied, “My fucking belt and zipper. What’s it look like?”
Madox said, “Take your belt off.”
I didn’t know if they wanded her again, but I didn’t hear a buzz, so the BearBanger hadn’t been detected.
Madox instructed, “Carl, pat her down.”
I couldn’t see where he patted her, but she said to Carl, “Having fun?”
A few seconds later, Carl said, “Clean.”
I didn’t know where that BearBanger was on Kate’s body, but either it had escaped detection or they had it and didn’t know what they had.
Madox said to the other security guy, “Derek, put the shackles on her.”
I heard metallic sounds as the shackles were clamped and locked, then Madox said, “Your turn, John. You know the drill. Gun first.”
Still lying facedown, I brought my hand under my chest as though reaching for my gun, and I pulled the BearBanger out of my shirt pocket, then laid it on the carpet under my stomach.
Madox had apparently moved behind me, near my feet. “Don’t even think about being a hero, or your wife is dead.” He added, “Yes, I know she’s your wife.”
“Fuck you.” I pulled my Glock from my belt and slid it across the carpet.
“What else? No lie, John, or I put a.45 slug in your ass.”
“Ankle holster. Left side.”
Someone pulled up my pants leg and took my holster and.38 revolver.
Then, two guys pulled off my shoes and socks, and my leather jacket and watch. Madox said, “Wand him.”
One guy, I think Luther, walked around me with the wand, but nothing set it off.
Madox continued, “Frisk him.”
Someone patted down my legs, took my wallet, then patted down my back. Luther reported, “Clean.”