"Reverend Rockhead?" Remo asked.
"Rockwell," Smith said. "He broke his left leg, hip and collarbone when he fell off the stage, but he's been quoted as insisting that it won't inhibit his campaign for governor. I understand he's also in negotiation for a TV movie of the week. Something about a modern exorcist who casts out demons." Remo had to smile at that. He had already seen the footage of Leon's attack on Reverend Rockwell. It had been aired on all the networks and repeatedly on CNN. The later broadcasts had been censored, but the early clips had captured Rockwell's exclamation as he vaulted off the stage, wailing for "Jesus H. Christ."
Then his amusement dissipated like vapor. "We're not finished," he declared.
Smith sighed and sat up a little straighter, hands lifting from the glass top of his desk where he had been operating the hidden computer keys. "We've found nothing more that will lead us to Judith White," he said.
"The FBI combed the land where her mobile laboratory was parked," Mark Howard said. "They found a few very old traces that she had been there, but nothing useful. The evidence of her presence definitely predates the events at the water plant."
"Definitely?" Remo demanded. "Definitely."
"Leon Grosvenor, from what you've told us, seems like an experiment that almost got out of control," Smith said. "If what he told you is correct, then she was afraid of what she had made. He was too strong. Stronger than she was. Maybe it had something to do with the purity of the genetic material."
"The files on all CURE's old encounters with Judith White show she used complex genetic mixtures on her subjects," Mark Howard explained. "Tests from the animal corpse you obtained in Louisiana show it is genetically pure by her standards. Genetic signatures from just two species could be positively identified in the blood Homo sapiens and canis lupus baileyi. Human and Mexican Gray Wolf, a subspecies of the North American Gray Wolf." He looked at Remo. "Maybe the bayou wolves were headed way west. Canis lupus baileyi lives in the Southwestern deserts."
Dr. Smith added reluctantly, "The forensics report on Leon Grosvenor show that there were marked physiological changes, including signs of skeletal mutation, with bone-stress signatures indicative of extremely rapid growth."
"So if Leon changed partially, then with a bigger dose of Dr. Judy's stuff-you change somebody almost entirely," Remo pressed.
Smith looked very uncomfortable with the concept. "Yes," he admitted. "It appears so."
Remo stood abruptly. Chiun looked at him worriedly. Mark Howard and Harold Smith followed his agitated floor pacing.
"We gotta find that bitch," Remo declared.
"Why?"
It wasn't Smith or Howard. It was Chiun who asked the question.
"What do you mean, why?" Remo demanded. "Look what she's capable of!"
"Remo," said Mark Howard, "you are not responsible for what she does."
"How would you know?"
"You're going to get in trouble taking this too personally," Howard insisted.
"When I want your advice-"
"When I want to give you my advice I'll give it, goddamn it!" Howard said. "Would you just listen for a change!"
Remo stopped pacing. "Okay, Junior. I'll listen."
Howard looked flustered. "Well, I was done, actually."
THE DAY WAS BRIGHT and unseasonably warm outside. They left the windows down as they drove out of Folcroft.
Remo thought about Aurelia Boldiszar, back with her people now, picking up her life where it had been so rudely interrupted. She had suggested, at their parting, that she would be willing to remain with Remo for a while. The offer was appealing, but he said no. Aurelia seemed to take it well, and she had left him at the airport with a kiss Remo would not forget.
Chiun had been silent in the passenger seat for a long while, staring straight ahead, before he finally said, "Why?"
"Why what?" Remo asked.
"Why we gotta find that bitch?"
"Huh? Oh," Remo said, realizing Chiun was using his own words. Remo opened his mouth to answer. But he didn't.
He was remembering the pronouncement of Aurelia Boldiszar. She was a freaking Gypsy. She was a crystal-ball gazer, for Christ's sake, but she had not been lying.
I see the swirling darkness and chaos of your life. I see your fathers and your daughters and your sons, battling one another....
She had seen it in her mind's eye. She believed it was a true vision of Remo's future. But was it? What the hell could it mean?
And why was Remo Williams convinced it had something to do with Dr. Judith frigging White? They drove in silence for a while. The sun was brilliant. The day was dark.
"My son?" Chiun said finally.
"Yes, Little Father?" Remo answered respectfully.
"Why?"