Come And Find Me Part 20

"The one with the squeaky-clean reputation," Daniel said.

"The one they trust," Jake said.

"What about your new partners, Volganet?"

At that, Jake barked a laugh. Daniel shot him a warning look.

"What?" Diana said.

Daniel said, "I promise you, there's no new partner."

"And strictly speaking, we don't need you to work with us either," Jake said.

Daniel rushed to add, "But it would be much better all around if you did."

Jake sat at one of the computers, typed something, then clicked the mouse a few times. A gigantic framed image sprang to life, projected across the silo's curved wall opposite them. It was OtherWorld, Diana's office, with Nadia standing in the middle of it. The avatar pivoted to face them. She was wearing her dark business suit.

"Welcome to the offices of Gamelan Security. I'm Nadia Varata." Jake spoke into a microphone and a voice balloon appeared over Nadia's head, but the voice that came from the computer sounded exactly like Diana's.

"Voice sim," Jake said. "It's come a long way. And in case you were thinking about sabotage, we took out a little insurance policy." He brought up a map. Typed and waited. He pointed to a green dot on the screen.

She stepped closer. It was a map of downtown. He zoomed in. The dot was at the same intersection as the Palm Court Hotel, where Ashley worked.

"It's a live feed," Jake said. "The location gets updated every five minutes, tracking the GPS signal in your sister's BlackBerry."

Diana touched the screen. Then she turned to look at Jake, then Daniel. Who were these men, neither of whom would return her gaze? "You'd kidnap her again?"

Jake said, "I can't promise what-"

"Cool it, would you, Jake?" Daniel said.

"I told you this wasn't going to work," Jake said. "She nearly blows away everything just when . . ." He shook his head. "c.r.a.p. It's all going to c.r.a.p. All because of her."

"You're being a jerk," Daniel said.

"And you're being fool," Jake said. "Know what I think? I think it's time to pull the plug." He hit a switch and the projected image went blank. "If she won't work with us, then we need to cut our losses."

His voice was cold, his jaw set. This was a side of Jake that Diana had never seen before. How far would he be willing to go to keep her from s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up whatever business they were up to? And what had she done, she wondered, that had made it necessary to reel her in? She didn't buy for a minute that they needed any special expertise that she had.

"Not yet. That wasn't the plan," Daniel said.

Jake paced up and back, his footsteps vibrating across the mesh floor. "I don't care what we planned. It's time." He stopped. "h.e.l.l, it's past time. Abort the mission."

Diana's mind was racing. She didn't know what Jake meant, but his tone was ominous. Were they just playing good cop/bad cop? She wasn't nearly cool enough to tough it out.

"Hold on, hold on," she said, stepping between them. "Tomorrow, we have our meeting with Vault?" Jake and Daniel traded a look she couldn't read. "I'll play my part, I promise."

"Sure you will," Jake said.

"Have I ever not delivered on a promise?" Diana shot back at him.

"And after that?" Daniel said.

Both of them watched her, wary, waiting for her reply. "I . . . I can't lie," she said. "I don't know. We'll have to wait and see."

"At least she's being honest with us," Daniel said, addressing Jake.

"I still don't like it," Jake said.

"Don't mind him. He's a slow learner," Daniel said to Diana. "So are we good?"

Diana took a sip of the chicory-laced coffee that she'd left on a table, but it had gone cold. "For now," she said.

Over the rim of the cup, she watched Daniel. Just like that, he was back. It seemed impossible. Somewhere, beyond shock and surprise, she groped for her own emotions. Distrust. Confusion. And beneath that, dread. She knew there was another shoe that had yet to drop.

In a rush, Diana realized how isolated she'd become, a prisoner in both real and virtual worlds. Meanwhile, Ashley would be out there, sick with worry about what had happened to her.

"Hey, guys, if you don't want my sister to send out an alarm, I'd better call her." She took her cell phone from her jacket pocket. "She's expecting me to call her from this phone, but it doesn't get any bars in here."

Jake gave her an uneasy look.

"Here," she said, offering Jake the phone. "You want to call her and tell her I'm okay?"

"Very funny," he said. "Okay, but make it short." He indicated the door to the outside corridor.

Four beeps and Jake had disarmed the door. He held it open so she could go past him, out over crumbling concrete steps and into the pa.s.sage connecting to the main mill building.

She was halfway down the pa.s.sageway when Jake called, "That's far enough."

Diana stepped to one of the small windows. Looking out, she could see that the rain had stopped, and the wind had died down so much that the surface of the water in the reservoir was gla.s.sy smooth.

"By the way," Jake said, "just so you know, there are security cameras everywhere." He indicated a camera that aimed into the corridor from over the door to the silo. "They can see in light or dark."

Diana turned her back to him. It wasn't until she went to dial that she realized her hands were shaking. She brought up recently placed calls, found Pam's number, and hit send. She waited through the message telling her that she had fifty-three minutes left in the prepaid account.

Pam picked up on the second ring. "Diana!" she said. Diana felt a rush of relief that Pam had recognized her number. "Where on earth-"

"Hey, Ashley," Diana said, cutting her off. "It's me."

There was dead silence on the other end. Diana pretended she was listening. As if in response, she said, "Yeah, well, I got to Mill Village and I thought he wasn't there but it turns out he was."

"Mill Village? Where the h.e.l.l is that?" Pam whispered. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm not," she said, keeping her voice upbeat, hoping that Pam would tune out the emotion and hear the words. "Right. Staying with some old friends."

"Online friends?" Pam asked.

Diana laughed. "Yes, and no." She waited through a few beats of silence. "No, don't bother to pick up groceries for me this week. I could be here awhile." She laughed again. "Yeah, yeah, I'm taking notes and photos, twenty-four/seven, proof that I left the house."

"What do you want me to do?" Pam said. "Should I try and find you?"

"I'll let you know."

Jake gestured to her from the doorway to speed it up.

Diana raised her index finger, threw a couple of "uh-huhs" into the phone. Then: "Tomorrow morning, I'll be in touch. And, Ashley, Pam said she'd call. Could you two talk so I don't have to call her too? I've gotta go now. We'll talk soon."

"Tomorrow," Pam said. "I'll reach Ashley."

Diana hid a smile and disconnected the call.

"Did it sound as if she bought it?" Daniel said, coming out to her.

"Of course she bought it." Diana tried to keep her voice even as she tucked the cell phone into her pocket.

"Mission accomplished," Daniel said. "Are we still allowed to say that?" She let him wrap her in his arms. "You're as amazing as ever."

She rested her head on his shoulder and for a moment let him support her weary body. She'd forgotten how good this felt. Despite his betrayal, she still ached for him.

"You know, there's one thing about this that bothers me," he said, pulling away.

"Right." She slipped the cell phone from her pocket and looked up at him. "This?"

"GPS signals. They can be tracked."

She looked down at the phone, possibly her last link to the outside world. "But if Ashley tries to call . . ."

"She won't. I faked my own death. How hard will it be to fake yours as well?"

She gave him a long look, like she was making up her mind. Only she was thinking how easy he thought it would be for her to let her sister think she was dead-after all, it had been no big deal for him to let Diana think he'd died.

"Do you trust me?" she asked. She'd learned about trust from Daniel. Trusting was the first and most essential step-you couldn't get betrayed if you didn't take it. "Actions speak, right?"

She dropped the cell phone on the floor, and ground it with her boot heel until the case cracked. Then she unlatched one of the windows in the corridor wall and held it open.

Daniel picked up the broken phone and smiled at her. He glanced past her at Jake, who was standing in the doorway to the silo. "I told you she'd be cool," he said. Then he reared back and tossed the phone out the window.

Diana watched it arc across the cloud-streaked sky and disappear. A few seconds later there was a splash as it landed in the reservoir.

Later that night, Diana was alone with Daniel, back in the makes.h.i.+ft bedroom. She was ready to stop trying to stay awake. "I'm exhausted. You're not, are you?"

Daniel shrugged. She remembered now how he'd never seemed to run down the way normal people did. He could go flat out, wired and crackling with energy, for literally days on end. Then, practically midsentence, he'd collapse into the sleep of the dead.

"You still pull all-nighters?" she asked.

"Sure. You used to be able to do it too. All the time."

Jake had picked up pizzas for dinner. Once upon a time, she could've put away an entire pie. Now, after just two slices, the pepperoni started to taste like salted wax and the cheese felt as if it were hardening into a layer of sludge in her stomach.

"There are lots of things I used to be able to do."

Daniel picked her up and carried her to the bed. Once her bed. Before that, their bed. He set her down gently and lay down beside her.

She turned away from him. Daniel had told her that the red roses on the bedside table were "for new beginnings." More like betrayals and severed ties. Already some were losing petals and hanging their heads.

From outside she heard water rus.h.i.+ng over the dam. In the corner of the sleeping alcove were a sink and toilet and a modular shower stall. A shelf was filled with most of the contents of Diana's home bathroom-her toothbrush and shampoos and soaps. So considerate of them.

Daniel nuzzled her neck.

"What do you think we're doing here?" she asked.

"Messing around, I hope." He nipped her ear. "Don't overthink it, babe." That was what he used to tell her when she froze up during a climb or hesitated during a combat sim. It was his equivalent of May the force be with you.

She curled tighter. Daniel put his arm around her waist and spooned behind her. He slipped his hand up under her s.h.i.+rt and she shuddered as he stroked her back.

"Remember that game we used to play?" he said, his breath warm on her neck.

In spite of herself, Diana closed her eyes and envisioned the letters as he traced them out. First i. Then a heart. Then a u. Again and again, his fingers like feather dusters traced the same pattern on the small of her back. His hand wandered down her hips and reached around to touch between her legs.

Part of her wanted to surrender-it would have been so easy, so natural. And what better way to cement his trust? But she couldn't. He'd let her believe he was dead. To protect the insurance settlement? She'd have returned the money in a heartbeat if it had meant having him back.

Instead, one by one, he and Jake had severed Diana's remaining links to the real world. Kidnapped-there was no other word for it-her sister. Sown distrust with her one friend, Pam, and leaving in her place a single false friend, GROB.

Daniel and Jake were stronger and undoubtedly smarter than she was. Her one advantage over them: she knew her own weaknesses. They both would insist that they didn't have any.

"You're right. I'm tired," she said. "And-" She rolled over to face him and grabbed his hands, feeling the coa.r.s.eness of his fingertips where frostbite had supposedly eaten away the tips. "You can't just expect everything to go back the way it was. I've changed."

"You haven't changed. You're just trying to be something that you're not."

Diana hesitated. Could that possibly be true? Was she still the girl who'd fallen crazy in love with a wild man, who'd allowed herself to break nearly every rule she'd followed growing up?

"Look in my eyes," he said, squeezing her arm. "I'm the same guy."

"You're hurting me."

He loosened his grip. "Sorry. I'm out of practice."

"I'm still getting used to you being here at all," she said.

He rolled over on his back, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling. "I want things to be the way they were."

If wishes were fishes . . . She rested her head against his chest. "Suppose it doesn't work out. What happens then?"

He didn't say anything.

She sighed and closed her eyes. What was the point, anyway? Any promises extracted from Daniel would be empty ones. He said he loved her. Wanted to be with her. Couldn't stand another day without her. It was a nice story-one Daniel himself might even believe.

In her mind, she reconstructed the layout of the mill, two yellow spots glowing in this loftlike s.p.a.ce where she and Daniel lay. They'd left Jake, still at work in the silo. She zoomed out, and farther out, until her mental map encompa.s.sed the entire state of Ma.s.sachusetts. A pair of yellow spots glowed, one in Boston and one just south-Pam and Ashley. She hoped that by now they'd put together what each of them knew.