by Hinze, Vicki
“At least you know the enemy,” Justin said, proving he had keen insight.
Thomas Kunz. Very perceptive. “Yeah, I do.” And he was a force to be reckoned with. Maggie had repeatedly studied every scrap of information available on Thomas Kunz and GRID. Dossiers, history, profiles, reports of personal encounters and even recorded impressions. Not much scared Maggie, but all she had read, all she had learned from Amanda and Kate’s encounters with this man and his GRID surrogates, terrified her.
Thomas Kunz would gain the proof he needed to black market the DR-27 virus and make his billions. He would kill thousands of innocent people and not even blink. He was a monster. A soulless monster, who had no compassion and granted no mercy. Maggie let out a shuddery breath.
“Are you okay?” Justin asked.
She swallowed hard, shaking off Kunz, and then looked over at Justin. He wore his concern on his face as clearly as she did. “I’m worried, Justin.”
“Of course.”
Of course? Where was his mockery? The put-downs and slurs for admitting fear? Startled by the absence, she just stared at him.
“What?” He sent her a baffled, questioning look.
She tried to compose herself. “Um, nothing. It’s nothing.” A lie. It was something. Maybe not everything, but certainly a significant something.
He frowned. “Are you under the impression that I’m not worried?”
“No, I can see that you are.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “Can you see that I’m terrified?”
Fear. He admitted feeling fear? She shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t whisper so much as a syllable of agreement—it would be used against her later. It always was—but at that moment, looking into his eyes, it seemed perfectly natural to be open and honest and to just speak her mind. “Me, too.”
Chapter 5
In the bunker at Regret, Santa Bella’s triple-decker floor plan lay spread out on the conference table. Kate, Amanda, Darcy and Colonel Drake had all studied it with Maggie and Justin. Maggie had noted every comment made and concern voiced in her notebook.
Moving beyond the floor plan, Darcy clicked off other matters of interest. “Colonel Gray is being an ass, but he’s providing the equipment and manpower we need to get the surveillance equipment installed.” She cast an impatient look at Colonel Drake. “Turns out he’s not on the best terms with General Foster, either.”
“It’s not smart to tick off Special Forces or a general when you’re only sporting eagles on your shoulders.”
“No, ma’am, it’s not,” Darcy told the colonel.
Maggie sighed and stepped back from the table. Pain shot through the small of her back, protesting her being bent over too long. She pressed a hand to it. “What about the Red Cross workers?”
“We’re set there,” Darcy said. “There are fifty of them.”
“Divide them into three groups,” Maggie said. “One for each level.”
Justin rubbed at his neck. “Fifty’s not enough, Maggie. Fifty Special Forces members, fifty Red Cross workers—we’re not even close. Each one will have time to inject two, maybe three people—if they know what’s happening and act immediately. We’re going to get our asses kicked.”
“We’ll have all forces converge at the point of the attack,” Maggie said. “We don’t have to inoculate everyone in two minutes. Just those directly exposed to the active virus.”
Justin stuffed his hands in his pockets. “What if GRID launches multiple attacks at Santa Bella?”
Everyone went silent. Kate and Amanda exchanged a solemn look Maggie well understood.
“If that happens,” Darcy confessed, “we’re screwed.”
“If that happens, we’re screwed and we’re ridiculously sloppy and should all be fired immediately,” Maggie said, biting into an apple. “With all we’re doing—the precautions, additional manpower and surveillance equipment—we have decent odds of detection prior to any launch. We pay attention to the results of these things, and we better our odds of detecting any subsequent launches.” She smiled.
“What if GRID launches multiple attacks at Santa Bella simultaneously?” Justin persisted.
Darcy swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. “If that happens,” she repeated, “we’re screwed.”
“Look, Justin,” Maggie said. “We can make the mall more secure, but there’s no way to prevent an attack. Not with shopping bags, purses, backpacks, strollers and a million nooks and crannies in the mall. Prevention is asking the impossible.”
He stepped toward her. “I don’t mean to insinuate that you’re not doing your job. Your foresight and thoroughness have been impressive, but—”
“But even with all we’ve done,” she interrupted. “Even with strategic prepositioning of the antidote, med staff posing as clerks, the Red Cross assisting, all the extra security staff and cameras, and other precautions we’ve taken, you see more challenges.”
He nodded. “Shoppers aren’t just going to allow us to inject them, especially since all of you are now wearing civilian clothes. You blend in, but now it’s more difficult,” he said. “People resist what they don’t understand, and we won’t have time to explain this to them.”
“He’s right.” Colonel Drake said. “So we do the best we can and pray we can evacuate the rest quickly enough to avoid catastrophe. If Kunz attacks Santa Bella.”
“He’s going to attack somewhere, Colonel.” Amanda looked at Darcy. “Has Intel further defined the target, or are they still considering the same group equally vulnerable.”
“Nothing’s changed on that end. We’ve still got multiple possibilities and the same odds.”
Colonel Drake looked at Amanda, whose eyes and expression were deadpan serious. As serious as only a woman formerly held prisoner by Kunz could be.
“I know, Amanda,” the colonel said softly, covering her heart with her hand. “In here, I know. But until we have hard evidence, there’s nothing more we can do at Santa Bella. Every one of the potential targets is facing the same challenges we are in their locations.”
Amanda nodded, understandably bitter.
Darcy cut in. “Maggie, all the communications equipment you requested is in your Jeep. Everyone in this room will be connected. We’re going satellite—no cell phones for official business—for security reasons and because some areas of the mall have six-foot-thick walls as part of the hurricane-proofing construction. Difficult for land-based communications to be failsafe.”
Darcy passed out yellow jackets and everyone took one. “Wear this the entire time you’re at the mall. It’s Kevlar.”
Bulletproof. But was it virus-proof?
Maggie shoved her arms through the sleeves and addressed the group. “Colonel Drake and Darcy will be here at Regret, handling Home Base operations and keeping us all current on intel and observations at Santa Bella. Darcy, let us know how things are going with the other potential targets, too, will you?”
“Sure.” She nodded. “So far, they’ve been working preparations, pretty much doing what we’ve been doing.”
“Have you reviewed all the employee photographs?”
“Yes, and I’ve reviewed background checks on Harry and Phil Jensen and the snow-crew members.” She nodded. “We’re good to go on that.”
“Amanda and Kate, I want you two in Center Court.” Maggie pointed on the map, just north of the stage, then dragged her fingertip down the steps into the oval pit where the Winter Wonderland would be set up. “This is our most vulnerable area for high-density foot traffic and high-value targets.” Special Forces would be there.
“A million kids running around screaming all day. Great.” Kate grumbled, clearly anticipating a long day of heightened tension and excited squeals. “Are you passing out aspirin?”
“Bring your own.” Maggie looked over at Kate, who was far from the most patient person in the world, but who was also one of the most protective, though she’d be mortified to know anyone realized it. “I’m counting on
you two to keep Center Court secure.”
“Mark has volunteered to be there, too, Maggie.” Amanda reached over and pinpointed the stage area. “Provided you authorize it, he’ll be positioned here.”
“Works for me. Thanks.” Maggie gnawed on her lip with her teeth as she double-checked her thoughts. Nothing new emerged that she’d missed, so she grabbed her keys. It was time to return to Santa Bella. “Let’s move.”
Justin fell into step beside her. “I’m riding.”
“Sure.” It dawned on her that she’d just assumed he would. That knocked her back a step. “When is the antidote coming in?” she asked to regain her mental footing.
“The truck should be there in about ninety minutes.” He snapped the parka closed across his chest.
Outside, the sky looked dreary, like a slate of steel-blue and gray. Fog was setting in, lying low to the weedy ground. Maggie unlocked the Jeep and got inside. “I want the vials in place before maintenance and the snow crews come in tonight.”
Justin slid in, buckled up and turned to look at her. “Is there something about these crews that bothers you?”
“No, not at all.” She backed away from Kate’s Hummer, put the Jeep into drive and then headed down Wilderness Trail to the gates. “Darcy checked out the company and its employees. They’re reputable.”
“Then why must security be in place before they arrive?”
“The fewer people who know how we’re posturing our defense, the lower the odds are it’ll leak to the enemy.”
“Ah, that makes sense. People can’t tell what they don’t know.” Justin sat back and settled in his seat, at ease with her explanation. “I just don’t have a war-footing mind.”
Bizarre. Admitting a shortcoming without rancor or regret? If she hadn’t seen it herself, she wouldn’t have believed it. Bizarre and very unusual. “I’m sure you’re a wonder in your lab and it’s very well protected against security challenges and invasions.”
“It is, but that’s different.”
“Not really.” She blew past the second gate, then the first, and finally turned onto the dirt road. “That’s your domain.”
He paused a long second, then looked over at her. “I feel incompetent in this situation, Maggie,” he admitted. “I know what I know, and I’m not minimizing that, but I also know that for this, what I know is not enough. I don’t like feeling this way.”
“Who does?” She glanced over, saw the earnest worry in his face and touched a hand to his sleeve. “No one ever feels competent or fully prepared in these situations. How could they? Anything can happen. We accept the fear and focus on doing what we can, on trusting the training, on having well-honed instincts, and on having the courage to act. That’s the best we can do, Justin. That’s the best anyone can do.”
His stomach growled. “My instincts are saying I’m starving. It’s been a long time since lunch.”
“Me, too.”
“Then let’s eat.”
Maggie checked her watch. It wasn’t quite six. “We really should get back to Santa Bella.”
“Let’s eat there, then.”
Maggie tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She wanted to have dinner with him, and she didn’t, which made her fickle. What was it about him that got to her? “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” Twilight slid shadows across his face.
“Remember when you said people resist what they don’t understand?”
“Yes.”
“You were talking about the shoppers taking the antidote injections, but you were also talking about me, weren’t you? Specifically, about me not trusting you.” She risked a glance at him. “Or did I read too much into that remark?”
He tilted his head and tossed her a challenge. “I’ll explain over a nice dinner.”
Temptation curled inside her and she shifted on her seat. “I shouldn’t take that much time. I need to oversee the security installations.” Uneasy and confused, she dodged a pothole and cut sharply back onto the dirt road, her knuckles going white on the wheel, her gaze planted straight ahead. Justin Crowe confused her, intrigued and tempted her. He also charmed her, and admitted things other men had refused to admit, or admitted in anger and then resented her for knowing what they’d revealed. She thumbed the wedding band, twirling it on her finger and still found it damn difficult to remember why she shouldn’t let herself fall for him.
“All right,” he said, oblivious to her inner turmoil. “I’ll pick up a sandwich for you.”
“Why?” She didn’t dare to look at him. He’d see that the thoughtfulness in that comment stunned her, and she didn’t want him to see that deeply inside her. She didn’t want him to see inside her at all. And why was he? Why was it even an issue and at risk? How had he done this to her?
“Because you’ve got to be running on fumes now,” he said. “You’re good at what you do. Actually, you’re probably great at what you do. The things you thought to check and what you did about some of what you found makes my head swim.”
“You did very well, too, Justin.”
“I wasn’t finished.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re great, Maggie, but you’re human, too. And if you don’t eat, you won’t be as efficient. Everyone needs you sharp and on top of your game.”
She drove down the four-lane divided highway that led south to the mall. “So you’re worried about me eating so I can better protect you.” That she could deal with. That was a Jack-ism. She could do more, do better, for him.
“I’m worried you’ll get busy and won’t want to stop long enough to eat. I’m worried about you going hungry.” Justin turned to look at her, his expression oddly hurt. “You’ve been explicit about how little you think of unfaithful men, Maggie. I know I rank somewhere around the bottom of the food chain, but…” His voice faded.
“But what?” She prodded him to finish his thought.
“Nothing. Never mind.” He sighed and turned to look out the side window. “You’ve got reasons for feeling as you do. That you’d extend those feelings to me is just simply one of those things.”
“One of what things?” She tapped her blinker, passed an SUV poking along, then moved back into her lane.
“Those things that just have to be accepted,” he said sleepily, leaning back against the headrest.
“Which means?”
He didn’t answer.
She looked over. He was sound asleep.
Justin hadn’t denied cheating on Andrea, but he certainly didn’t strike Maggie as a guy who broke promises and tossed away vows on a whim. Was that perception honest or a practiced facade? He seemed truly decent and caring and thoughtful—not prone to faking an image for the sake of convenience. Time would tell, of course, but that wouldn’t help her much now.
For three years she’d been immune to men. Then along he came and it was as if he’d flipped her hormone switch. She noticed everything about him. Reacted strangely, intensely, to him. Temptation. It worried her most of all. Temptation made women do stupid things. Assign extreme importance to things that shouldn’t be of consequence. Odd things. Fascinating things. Such as the way his hair curled around his ears and the way his lip lifted slightly more on the right than the left, giving him a crooked grin that was quite endearing. Honestly, she was attracted to him on far more than a physical level. Knowing he had cheated on his wife. Knowing she should be very cautious about trusting him. Knowing that if he hadn’t cheated, he would have defended himself and not just said, “Never mind.” Wouldn’t he?
Oh, hell. All the conflicts in her perceptions and emotional reaction to him proved conclusively that her judgment on men hadn’t improved a bit in the three years since Jack. It was still lacking. She’d been clueless then, and apparently she was clueless now.
She drove on, berating herself for the next twenty minutes, wondering why—how—this had happened. When had she lost control of her emotions? Lost her memory of how badly a charming man—even a thoughtful o
ne—could hurt a woman? And when had she lost her recall of just how damn long it took to get over a man who impacted her like this? Who was she kidding? It’d been three years since she’d walked in on Jack and Karen, and Maggie wasn’t over it yet. It colored her view on all men, on Justin. Maybe she never would be over it.
She swallowed a lump of panic. She’d tried. She’d spent countless hours contemplating and researching why men are unfaithful. She’d concluded that, in her case, a fourth of the reason was that being unfaithful was Jack’s basic nature, a fourth was her job, and the other half of the reason was because with her job, she was never around and she hadn’t seen the warning signs until it was too late.
To be fair, for months after 9/11, she’d been lucky to make it home two nights a week, and then it hadn’t been for more than four hours. And while Maggie couldn’t just tell the country she’d sworn to defend and protect that she wouldn’t help against terrorists because her husband was lonely, she would take the blame for the part her career caused in the breakdown and breakup of their marriage. But not all the blame.
What she had been doing had been important, damn it. Besides, he should’ve had more self-control and discipline. They both should have respected each other and their marriage more. It had been a hard time for him, but it’d been hard on her, too. Jack was Jack and he’d done what he’d done. And she’d learned an important lesson from that—and from her own reaction in burning the bed and his clothes. Be slow to do anything you can’t undo.
And all that was wonderful, and the lessons learned were valuable, but none of it told her anything about Justin. Why had he been unfaithful?
She couldn’t imagine. Now that she knew him personally—and far better than she had from just his dossier and reports—she had to wonder. Had he really stepped out on his wife because she spent too much time at her garden club?
That was the findings in the reports, and Maggie had totally accepted them before getting to know Justin. But now…Well, now they seemed inappropriate, like a shallow and fickle conclusion, and not at all like Justin.