The Memory Collector Part 34

"And?" The feeling of alarm rose through her like brackish water. "Does Slick destabilize ordinary plastics?"

"Yes. And when Slick comes in contact with oxygen, the plastics become volatile. Slick encourages even the most innocuous substances, in the right circ.u.mstances, to explode."

"The hospital will still have his backpack. I'll call."

In the distance, creeping toward them, came a set of headlights. Jo and Shepard backed against one of the heavy wooden gateposts. The headlights curved along the road. They could hear a quiet motor and the hum of tires on asphalt. Gradually the headlights turned from fuzz to scalpel sharpness.

Through the fog Jo saw a high-profile vehicle pull to the curb and stop. After a few seconds the headlights boomed to high beams.

Shepard exhaled and stepped out from behind the gatepost. "We're good. That's her."

"Her? Your right-hand man?"

"Metaphorically. She's my head of finance. Riva Calder."

Jo put a hand on his arm. "Hold on. Calder?"

"Riva knows Ian. She can help us find him. Hopefully before he causes a disaster."

"I met one of your employees today who has only bad things to say about Riva Calder-Ruth Fischer."

His face soured. "Ruth Fischer has been fired. Did she critique your moral fiber by a.n.a.lyzing the color of your aura? She's an unreliable judge of character. Forget whatever she told you."

Jo tried to gauge his face in the fog. She saw annoyance and real worry.

"Riva's the go-to gal in the company," he said. "She knows everything and everybody. She'll access Ian's files and records, his contacts, everyplace he's traveled for Chira-Sayf. She can pinpoint where he's hiding. And she'll help keep us away from places and people he's likely to be following."

"And Ian won't have included Calder in his list of people to follow? He won't be after her?"

"No."

He said it so imperatively, with a derisive snort, that Jo wondered what lay behind his vehemence. He put a hand against Jo's back and strode with her toward the SUV.

The driver's door opened and a woman got out. "Alec."

Shepard waved. "She's also an old friend of Misty's. She's like family."

Calder walked around the front of the SUV, shrouded in the fog. Gradually she turned from a silhouette to a three-dimensional woman. Jo halted. The vehicle was a Chevy Tahoe. She saw the woman's chunky boots and white coat. She saw the dried blood on her face.

Shepard sped up. "Riva. My G.o.d, what happened to you?"

Jo saw the wild heat in the woman's eyes. She saw the red imprint of a steam iron on the woman's forehead.

She shouted at Shepard. "Alec-no!"

The back doors of the Tahoe opened and two men jumped out.

"Run," Jo said.

The men sprinted toward them. Jo broke for the bushes. She got ten feet before Calder threw the steam iron at her, holding on to the end of the cord like she was swinging a battle mace. It hit Jo in the back of the knee. Her leg buckled and she sprawled to the dirt.

Shepard said, "What the h.e.l.l?"

Calder dropped onto Jo's back like a hyena. "Not so much fun when you're the one on the receiving end, is it?"

* 28 *

Radio mike in his hand, Officer Frank Liu listened to the dispatcher as she relayed more information about the red Navigator parked by the curb ahead of his patrol car.

"There's a warrant for the arrest of Ian Kanan," she said. "He's a suspect in the murder at the marina this morning. He's presumed to be armed and dangerous. Approach with extreme caution."

Liu scanned the street. The Navigator was empty. Kanan might have dumped it or might still be in the vicinity.

"Officer requests backup," he said. "I'm going to patrol the street on foot."

He put the mike down and got out.

Jo kicked, struggling to knock Calder off her back. Calder pressed a hand to Jo's neck and pushed her into the dirt. Jo tried to scream but could only cough.

Shepard cried, "Riva, what's going on?"

"Shut up, Alec," Calder said.

He approached. "This is Dr. Beckett. She's-"

"I know who the h.e.l.l she is." Calder pointed at her own face. "She did this to me."

Shepard frowned. "She..."

Don't say it, Jo thought. Just get it. Get it fast, and help me.

Calder turned to the men. "Get her up."

She climbed off Jo's back and the men wrestled Jo to her feet. Jo's ribs and knee throbbed, but she knew she could run. She had to go and take Shepard with her, into the trees and fog. She shook her hair out of her eyes and got a good look at the men who were holding her.

They didn't look like they'd been hired for their grasp of theoretical physics.

One had a shaved head and the well-packed physique of a kielbasa sausage. How the gold chain stayed around his head she didn't know, because his shoulders sloped and he had no neck. His eyes were the temperature of coals on a barbecue grill. The second man was as slight as a whip of licorice but had a grip like a pair of garden shears. He was bug-eyed and jumpy. Jo wondered if he had a thyroid condition. Or a methamphetamine condition. He had dressed for a desperate attempt to impress Snoop Dogg. A blue bandanna hung from the back pocket of his saggy jeans.

They were the men who had broken into her house.

Calder stepped up, sneering, and slapped Jo in the face. Her cheek stung like wild. The kielbasa's lips retracted with a wet sound and his gums gleamed in the headlights.

Shepard gasped. "Riva, what are you doing?"

She spun on him. "Shut up."

He shut up. Jo couldn't tell whether he was dumbfounded or plotting behind the facade of dumbfoundedness.

"Where's Ian?" Calder said.

"I don't know."

"Don't treat me like your gofer. Where is he?"

"I have no idea. If I did, I'd get him and take him to the hospital."

In the fizzing headlights, Calder's forehead looked an angry red. The burn from the iron had blistered in the jutting shape of a s.h.i.+p's prow. Her eye was twitching.

"Where's the last sample of Slick?" she said.

"Ian has it."

"He does not. I asked him in the E.R."

Jo said, "In the E.R., Ian was confused."

"He wouldn't lie to me."

"He couldn't remember. He may have brought Slick back with him and forgotten entirely." Jo's face throbbed where Calder had slapped her. She took a chance. "Let's go to San Francisco General and look for it."

"Forget it. I searched his luggage."

"Not all Ian's belongings were in the room when you came."

"Shut your mouth."

Calder rubbed the ring on her left hand. It was Misty's-the double dolphins, bound by a sapphire. Eye still twitching, she turned to Shepard. "You're going to get Slick and turn it over." She gestured to the men. "Put them in the Tahoe."

The kielbasa grabbed Shepard's arm. He and the licorice whip hauled him and Jo to the SUV, shoved them in the back seat, and slammed the doors.

Shepard looked stunned and furious. "I can't believe this."

The men walked around to the front of the SUV, lit up like clowns by the headlights, and stood talking to Calder. Shepard pointed at the kielbasa.

"I've seen him before. He applied for the security position at Chira-Sayf." He still looked flabbergasted. "Ex-cop or something. Had problems with his background check."

"Riva apparently saved his resume," Jo said. "You said she knows the Kanans?"

"For fifteen years. She was Misty's sorority sister." He shook his head. "Unbelievable."

"She's in love with Ian, isn't she?" Jo said.

He looked at her sharply, as if thinking, How did you know? "Yes."

"Ruth Fischer told me Riva's too interested in your brother. And you said Ian would never follow her-like he wants to keep as far from Riva as possible."

And watching Calder twirl Misty's wedding ring had given Jo a hot kick in the brain.

"Riva impersonated Misty to get inside dope-from me, the police, the hospital-but it's more than that, and it's dangerous," she said.

The licorice whip walked to the Tahoe and climbed in the front pa.s.senger seat. He shut the door, sniffing and squirming beneath his jacket. Calder continued talking to the kielbasa and got on the phone.

On the road in the distance, the headlights of another car appeared like dandelion fuzz. Calder nodded the kielbasa away from the Tahoe. After ten feet they faded into revenants.

Jo was sitting behind the empty driver's seat. She punched the b.u.t.ton to lower the window. Nothing happened. The licorice whip turned.

"Childproof lock. Doors won't open from the inside, neither, so don't bother."

Letting his self-satisfied sneer linger for a moment, he reached behind his back. When he leaned forward Jo saw a tattoo on the back of his neck, in Gothic typeface. VANCE. He took out a pistol.

Jo's stomach coiled. He set the gun on his lap and crossed his arms, pouting at her like he was an extra in a Tupac video. The guy was a dumb criminal, writing his name in 156-point type on his own skin, but that didn't make him any less dangerous.

The dandelion headlights turned into a Toyota Camry and hummed past before vanis.h.i.+ng into the mist. Shepard watched the car disappear. Jo sensed anger radiating from him. She saw Calder and the kielbasa, vague in the fog.

Her fear was increasing by the second. Riva was wearing Misty's clothes, her necklace, her wedding ring-and Jo might have taken all that for an elaborate effort at pulling off the impersonation, but Calder continually ma.s.saged the ring and clutched the dolphin pendant as if doing so might conjure Ian Kanan by her side. Calder had erased Ian's phone messages to Misty because she "couldn't take it." She'd told Jo, "He's my soul mate" and blushed about the idea of their s.e.x life. And she had clutched Ian's T-s.h.i.+rt from the laundry basket with the same yearning Jo had seen when Mr. Peebles held the Beanie Baby to his chest. Longing, craving, owning.

Calder didn't want to play the role of Kanan's wife. She wanted to take the place of his wife.

Jo looked at Shepard and spoke in a murmur. "This is bad. She's obsessed. She told me, 'All I want is Ian.'"

Shepard frowned.

"Think about the implications," she said.

Vance turned again. "Shut it."

Jo held Shepard's gaze, hoping he saw it the way she did. Riva wanted Slick. Not as the starter dish for her own lab, and not so she could sell it to Chira-Sayf's commercial rivals. Kidnapping and thuggery weren't the way business was conducted in Silicon Valley.

No, Riva planned to sell Slick on the black market. Murdock, Vance, and the late Ken Meiring were probably her partners, waiting for the product to arrive. And they thought she'd had the delivery lined up. But now she was about to default on the contract. Her big score was turning to sand between her fingers, and Jo doubted these men were the type who would react by deleting her from their Christmas card list.

And Jo realized how the words Sat.u.r.day they die had come to be written on Kanan's arm. Calder had written them, while she was alone with him in the E.R.

That was the only possible reason Ian Kanan would have taken on this brutal hunt for his own brother. Shepard would never agree to turn Slick loose to the bad guys. He would have to be forced. And the only way they could force Kanan to attack his own brother was by threatening to kill his wife and son.

She swallowed to put some spit in her mouth, so she wouldn't sound as impossibly frightened as she felt. She leaned toward Vance. "Did she tell Kanan the exchange is tonight? Slick for Seth and Misty?"

"None of your business."