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"You could change things."

She shook her head. "To do that, I would have to place a bullet in Mother's head."

She turned and walked toward the steps. He watched her go with an odd mix of respect and contempt, knowing where she was headed.

"There will be repercussions from all this," he said. "Christl was right. History will change."

She kept walking. "It doesn't concern me. All things must end."



Her comment was colored by anguish, her voice trembling. But she was right. There came a time when everything ended. His military career. Government service. Marriage. Life in Georgia. His father's life.

Now Dorothea Lindauer was making a final choice of her own.

"Good luck to you," he called out.

She stopped, turned, and threw him a weak smile. "Bitte, Herr Malone." She let out a long breath and seemed to steel herself. "I need to do this alone." Her eyes implored him. Herr Malone." She let out a long breath and seemed to steel herself. "I need to do this alone." Her eyes implored him.

He nodded. "I'll stay here."

He watched as she climbed the stairs and pa.s.sed through the portal, into the city.

He stared at his father, whose dead eyes caught no glint of light. He had so much to say. He wanted to tell him that he'd been a good son, a good naval officer, a good agent, and, he believed, a good man. Six times he'd been awarded commendations. He'd been a failure as a husband, but was working on being a better father. He wanted to be a part of Gary's life, always. All his adult life he'd wondered what had happened to his own father, imagining the worst. Sadly, reality was more terrible than anything he'd ever concocted. His mother had been similarly tormented. She'd never remarried. Instead she'd endured decades, clutching her grief, always referring to herself as Mrs. Forrest Malone.

How was it that the past never seemed to end?

A shot sounded, like a balloon popping beneath a blanket.

He envisioned the scene above.

Dorothea Lindauer had ended her life. Normally suicide would be deemed the result of a sick mind or an abandoned heart. Here, it was the only means to stop a madness. He wondered if Isabel Oberhauser would even comprehend what she'd wrought. Her husband, grandson, and daughters were gone.

A loneliness crept into his bones as he absorbed the deep silence of the tomb. Proverbs came to mind.

A simple truth from long ago.

He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind.

NINETY-FOUR.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON, DC.

SAt.u.r.dAY, DECEMBER 22.

4:15 PM.

STEPHANIE ENTERED THE O OVAL O OFFICE. DANNY D DANIELS STOOD and greeted her. Edwin Davis and Diane McCoy were already seated. and greeted her. Edwin Davis and Diane McCoy were already seated.

"Merry Christmas," the president said.

She returned the greeting. He'd summoned her from Atlanta yesterday afternoon, providing the same Secret Service jet that she and Davis had used, over a week ago, to travel from Asheville to Fort Lee.

Davis looked fine. His face had healed, the bruising gone. He wore a suit and tie and sat stiffly in an upholstered chair, his granite facade back in place. She'd managed a fleeting glance into his heart and wondered if that privilege would doom her from ever knowing him any further. He did not seem a man who liked to bare his soul.

Daniels offered her a seat, next to McCoy. "I thought it best we all have a talk," the president said, sitting in his own chair. "The past couple of weeks have been tough."

"How's Colonel Gross?" she asked.

"Doing good. His leg is healing fine, but that round did some damage. He's a bit irritated with Diane for giving him away, but grateful that Edwin can shoot straight."

"I should go see him," McCoy said. "I never meant for him to get hurt."

"I'd give it a week or so. I meant what I said about the irritation."

Daniels' melancholy eyes were the embodiment of woe.

"Edwin, I know you hate my stories, but listen up anyway. Two lights in a fog. On one, an admiral stands on the s.h.i.+p's bridge and radios the other light saying he's commanding a battles.h.i.+p and the light should veer right. The other light radios back and tells the admiral he he should veer right. The admiral, being a testy sort, like me, comes back and reorders the other s.h.i.+p to go right. Finally, the other light says, 'Admiral, I'm the seaman manning the lighthouse and you better d.a.m.n well go right.' I went out on a limb for you, Edwin. Way out. But you were the guy in the lighthouse, the smart one, and I listened. Diane, there, the moment she heard about Millicent, signed on and took a h.e.l.l of a chance, too. Stephanie you drafted, but she went the distance. And Gross? He took a bullet." should veer right. The admiral, being a testy sort, like me, comes back and reorders the other s.h.i.+p to go right. Finally, the other light says, 'Admiral, I'm the seaman manning the lighthouse and you better d.a.m.n well go right.' I went out on a limb for you, Edwin. Way out. But you were the guy in the lighthouse, the smart one, and I listened. Diane, there, the moment she heard about Millicent, signed on and took a h.e.l.l of a chance, too. Stephanie you drafted, but she went the distance. And Gross? He took a bullet."

"And I appreciate everything that was done," Davis said. "Immensely."

Stephanie wondered if Davis harbored any remorse for killing Charlie Smith. Probably not, but that didn't mean he'd ever forget. She looked at McCoy. "Did you know when the president first called my office, looking for Edwin?"

McCoy shook her head. "After he hung up, he told me. He was concerned that things might get out of hand. He thought a backup plan might be needed. So he had me contact Ramsey." McCoy paused. "And he was right. Though you two did a great job flus.h.i.+ng Smith our way."

"We still have some fallout to deal with, though," Daniels said.

Stephanie knew what he meant. Ramsey's death had been explained as a murder by a covert operative. Smith's death was simply ignored since no one knew he even existed. Gross' injuries were attributed to a hunting accident. Ramsey's chief aide, a Captain Hovey, was questioned and, on threat of court-martial, revealed everything. In a matter of days the Pentagon cleaned house, a.s.signing a new management team to naval intelligence, ending the reign of Langford Ramsey and anyone a.s.sociated with him.

"Aatos Kane came to see me," Daniels said. "He wanted me to know that Ramsey had tried to intimidate him. Of course, he was long on complaints and short on explanations."

She caught a twinkle in the president's eye.

"I showed him a file we found in Ramsey's house, inside a safe. Fascinating stuff. No need to go into the details-let's just say that the good senator will not be running for president and will retire, effective December thirty-first, from Congress to spend more time with his family." A look of unmistakable command swept over Daniels. "The country will be spared his leaders.h.i.+p." Daniels shook his head. "You three did a great job. So did Malone."

They'd buried Forrest Malone two days ago in a shady south Georgia cemetery, near where his widow lived. The son, on behalf of the father, refused interment in Arlington National Cemetery.

And she'd understood Malone's reluctance.

The other nine crewmen had likewise been brought home, their bodies delivered to families, the true story of NR-1A finally being told by the press. Dietz Oberhauser had been sent to Germany, where his wife claimed his and her daughters' remains.

"How is Cotton?" the president asked.

"Angry."

"If it matters," Daniels said, "Admiral Dyals is taking a lot of heat from the navy and the press. The story of NR-1A has struck a nerve with the public."

"I'm sure Cotton would like to ring Dyals' neck," she said.

"And that translation program is yielding a wealth of information about that city and the people who lived there. There are references to contacts with cultures all over the globe. They did interact and share, but thank heaven they weren't Aryans. No super race. Not even warlike. The researchers stumbled onto a text yesterday that may explain what happened to them. They lived in Antarctica tens of thousands of years ago, when it wasn't iced over. But as the temperatures fell, they gradually retreated into the mountains. Eventually, their geothermal vents cooled. So they left. Hard to say when. They apparently used a different time measurement and calendar. Just like with us, not everyone had access to all of their knowledge, so they couldn't reproduce their culture elsewhere. Only bits and pieces-here and there-as they worked their way into our civilization. The best informed left last and wrote the texts, leaving them as a record. Over time, those immigrants were absorbed into other cultures, their history lost, nothing of them but legend remained."

"Seems sad," she said.

"I agree. But the ramifications from this could be enormous. The National Science Foundation is sending a team to Antarctica to work the site. Norway has agreed to give us control of the area. Malone's father, and the rest of NR-1A's crew, did not die for no good reason. We may learn a great deal about ourselves, thanks to them."

"I'm not sure that would make Cotton, or those families, feel better."

"Study the past, if you would divine the future," Davis said. "Confucius. Good advice." He paused. "For us, and for Cotton."

"Yes, it is," Daniels said. "I hope this is over."

Davis nodded. "For me, it is."

McCoy agreed. "Nothing would be served by has.h.i.+ng this out in public. Ramsey's gone. Smith's gone. Kane's gone. It's over."

Daniels stood, stepped to his desk, and grabbed a journal. "This came from Ramsey's house, too. It's the logbook from NR-1A. The one Herbert Rowland told you about. The a.s.shole kept it all these years." The president handed it to her. "I thought Cotton might like it."

"I'll get it to him," she said, "once he calms down."

"Check out the last entry."

She opened to the final page and read what Forrest Malone had written. Ice on his finger, ice in his head, ice in his gla.s.sy stare. Ice on his finger, ice in his head, ice in his gla.s.sy stare.

"From The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill, The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill," the president explained. "Robert Service. Early twentieth century. He wrote about the Yukon. Cotton's daddy was obviously a fan."

Malone had told her how he'd found the frozen body, ice in his gla.s.sy stare. ice in his gla.s.sy stare.

"Malone's a pro," Daniels said. "He knows the rules and his father knew them, too. It's tough for us to judge folks from forty years ago by today's standards. He needs to get over it."

"Easier said than done," she made clear.

"Millicent's family needs to be told," Davis said. "They deserve the truth."

"I agree," Daniels said. "I a.s.sume you want to do that?"

Davis nodded.

Daniels smiled. "And there was one bright spot through all this." The president pointed at Stephanie. "You didn't get fired."

She grinned. "For which I'm eternally grateful."

"I owe you an apology," Davis said to McCoy. "I misread you. I haven't been a good co-worker. I thought you were an idiot."

"You always so honest?" McCoy asked.

"You didn't have to do what you did. You put your a.s.s on the line for something that didn't really involve you."

"I wouldn't say that. Ramsey was a threat to national security. That's in our job description. And he killed Millicent Senn."

"Thank you."

McCoy gave Davis a nod of grat.i.tude.

"Now that's what I like to see," Daniels said. "Everybody getting along. See, a lot of good can come from wrestling rattlesnakes."

The tension in the room abated.

Daniels s.h.i.+fted in his chair. "With that out of the way, unfortunately we have a new problem-one that also involves Cotton Malone, whether he likes it or not."MALONE SWITCHED OFF THE GROUND-FLOOR LIGHTS AND CLIMBED to his fourth-floor apartment. The shop had been busy today. Three days before Christmas and books seemed to be on Copenhagen's gift list. He employed three people who kept the store open while he was gone, for which he was grateful. So much that he'd made sure each of them received a generous holiday bonus. to his fourth-floor apartment. The shop had been busy today. Three days before Christmas and books seemed to be on Copenhagen's gift list. He employed three people who kept the store open while he was gone, for which he was grateful. So much that he'd made sure each of them received a generous holiday bonus.

He was still conflicted about his father.

They'd buried him where his mother's family lay. Stephanie had come. Pam, his ex-wife, was there. Gary had been emotional, seeing his grandfather for the first time lying in the casket. Thanks to the deep freeze and a skillful mortician, Forrest Malone lay as if he'd died only a few days before.

He'd told the navy to go to h.e.l.l when they suggested a military ceremony with honors. Too late for that. Didn't matter that no one there had partic.i.p.ated in the inexplicable decision not to search for NR-1A. He'd had enough of orders and duty and responsibility. What had happened to decency, righteousness, and honor? Those words seemed always forgotten when they really counted. Like when eleven men disappeared in the Antarctic and no one gave a d.a.m.n.

He made it to the top floor and switched on a few lamps. He was tired. The past couple of weeks had taken a toll, capped off by watching his mother burst into tears as the coffin was lowered into the ground. They'd all lingered after and watched as workers replaced the dirt and erected a tombstone.

"You did a wonderful thing," his mother had said to him. his mother had said to him. "You brought him home. He would have been so proud of you, Cotton. So very proud." "You brought him home. He would have been so proud of you, Cotton. So very proud."

And those words had made him cry.

Finally.

He'd almost stayed in Georgia for Christmas but decided to come home. Strange, how he now considered Denmark home.

Yet he did. And that no longer gave him pause.

He walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Nearly eleven PM PM and he was exhausted. He had to stop this intrigue. He was supposed to be retired. But he was glad he'd called in his favor with Stephanie. and he was exhausted. He had to stop this intrigue. He was supposed to be retired. But he was glad he'd called in his favor with Stephanie.

Tomorrow he'd rest. Sunday was always a light day. Stores were closed. Maybe he'd drive north and visit with Henrik Thorvaldsen. He hadn't seen his friend in three weeks. But maybe not. Thorvaldsen would want to know where he'd been, and what had happened, and he wasn't ready to relive it.

For now, he'd sleep.

Malone awoke and cleared the dream from his mind. The bedside clock read 2:34 AM. AM. Lights were still on throughout the apartment. He'd been sleeping for three hours. Lights were still on throughout the apartment. He'd been sleeping for three hours.

But something had roused him. A sound. Part of the dream he'd been having, yet not.

He heard it again.

Three squeaks in quick succession.

His building was seventeenth century, completely remodeled a few months ago after being firebombed. Afterward, the new wooden risers from the second to the third floor always announced themselves in a precise order, like keys on a piano.

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