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CHAPTER 33
Systems security specialist Mark Zoubianis was sinking deeper into his futon and scowling at the information on his laptop screen.
What the hell kind of address is this?
His best hacking tools were entirely ineffective at breaking into the document or at unmasking Trish's mysterious IP address. Ten minutes had passed, and Zoubianis's program was still pounding away in vain at the network firewalls. They showed little hope of penetration. No wonder they're overpaying me. He was about to retool and try a different approach when his phone rang.
Trish, for Christ's sake, I said I'd call you. He muted the football game and answered. "Yeah?"
"Is this Mark Zoubianis?" a man asked. "At 357 Kingston Drive in Washington?"
Zoubianis could hear other muffled conversations in the background. A telemarketer during the play-offs? Are they insane? "Let me guess, I won a week in Anguilla?"
"No," the voice replied with no trace of humor. "This is systems security for the Central Intelligence Agency. We would like to know why you are attempting to hack one of our classified databases?"
Three stories above the Capitol Building's subbasement, in the wide-open spaces of the visitor center, security guard Nunez locked the main entry doors as he did every night at this time. As he headed back across the expansive marble floors, he thought of the man in the army-surplus jacket with the tattoos.
I let him in. Nunez wondered if he would have a job tomorrow.
As he headed toward the escalator, a sudden pounding on the outside doors caused him to turn. He squinted back toward the main entrance and saw an elderly African American man outside, rapping on the glass with his open palm and motioning to be let in.
Nunez shook his head and pointed to his watch.
The man pounded again and stepped into the light. He was immaculately dressed in a blue suit and had close-cropped graying hair. Nunez's pulse quickened. Holy shit. Even at a distance, Nunez now recognized who this man was. He hurried back to the entrance and unlocked the door. "I'm sorry, sir. Please, please come in."
Warren Bellamy--Architect of the Capitol--stepped across the threshold and thanked Nunez with a polite nod. Bellamy was lithe and slender, with an erect posture and piercing gaze that exuded the confidence of a man in full control of his surroundings. For the last twenty-five years, Bellamy had served as the supervisor of the U.S. Capitol.
"May I help you, sir?" Nunez asked.
"Thank you, yes." Bellamy enunciated his words with crisp precision. As a northeastern Ivy League graduate, his diction was so exacting he sounded almost British. "I've just learned that you had an incident here this evening." He looked deeply concerned.
"Yes, sir. It was--"
"Where's Chief Anderson?"
"Downstairs with Director Sato from the CIA's Office of Security."
Bellamy's eyes widened with concern. "The CIA is here?"
"Yes, sir. Director Sato arrived almost immediately after the incident."
"Why?" Bellamy demanded.
Nunez shrugged. As if I was going to ask?
Bellamy strode directly toward the escalators. "Where are they?"
"They just went to the lower levels." Nunez hastened after him.
Bellamy glanced back with a look of concern. "Downstairs? Why?" "I don't really know--I just heard it on my radio."
Bellamy was moving faster now. "Take me to them right away."
"Yes, sir."
As the two men hurried across the open expanse, Nunez caught a glimpse of a large golden ring on Bellamy's finger.
Nunez pulled out his radio. "I'll alert the chief that you're coming down."
"No." Bellamy's eyes flashed dangerously. "I'd prefer to be unannounced."
Nunez had made some big mistakes tonight, but failing to alert Chief Anderson that the Architect was now in the building would be his last. "Sir?" he said, uneasy. "I think Chief Anderson would prefer--"
"You are aware that I employ Mr. Anderson?" Bellamy said.
Nunez nodded.
"Then I think he would prefer you obey my wishes."
CHAPTER 34
Trish Dunne entered the SMSC lobby and looked up with surprise. The guest waiting here looked nothing like the usual bookish, flannel-clad doctors who entered this building--those of anthropology, oceanography, geology, and other scientific fields. Quite to the contrary, Dr. Abaddon looked almost aristocratic in his impeccably tailored suit. He was tall, with a broad torso, well-tanned face, and perfectly combed blond hair that gave Trish the impression he was more accustomed to luxuries than to laboratories.
"Dr. Abaddon, I presume?" Trish said, extending her hand.
The man looked uncertain, but he took Trish's plump hand in his broad palm. "I'm sorry. And you are?"
"Trish Dunne," she replied. "I'm Katherine's assistant. She asked me to escort you back to her lab."
"Oh, I see." The man smiled now. "Very nice to meet you, Trish. My apologies if I seemed confused. I was under the impression Katherine was here alone this evening." He motioned down the hall. "But I'm all yours. Lead the way."
Despite the man's quick recovery, Trish had seen the flash of disappointment in his eyes. She now suspected the motive for Katherine's secrecy earlier about Dr. Abaddon. A budding romance, maybe? Katherine never discussed her social life, but her visitor was attractive and well-groomed, and although younger than Katherine, he clearly came from her world of wealth and privilege. Nonetheless, whatever Dr. Abaddon had imagined tonight's visit might entail, Trish's presence did not seem to be part of his plan.
At the lobby's security checkpoint, a lone guard quickly pulled off his headphones, and Trish could hear the Redskins game blaring. The guard put Dr. Abaddon through the usual visitor routine of metal detectors and temporary security badges. "Who's winning?" Dr. Abaddon said affably as he emptied his pockets of a cell phone, some keys, and a cigarette lighter.
"Skins by three," the guard said, sounding eager to get back. "Helluva game."
"Mr. Solomon will be arriving shortly," Trish told the guard. "Would you please send him back to the lab once he arrives?"
"Will do." The guard gave an appreciative wink as they passed through. "Thanks for the heads- up. I'll look busy."
Trish's comment had been not only for the benefit of the guard but also to remind Dr. Abaddon that Trish was not the only one intruding on his private evening here with Katherine.
"So how do you know Katherine?" Trish asked, glancing up at the mysterious guest.
Dr. Abaddon chuckled. "Oh, it's a long story. We've been working on something together."
Understood, Trish thought. None of my business.
"This is an amazing facility," Abaddon said, glancing around as they moved down the massive corridor. "I've never actually been here."
His airy tone was becoming more genial with every step, and Trish noticed he was actively taking it all in. In the bright lights of the hallway, she also noticed that his face looked like he had a fake tan. Odd. Nonetheless, as they navigated the deserted corridors, Trish gave him a general synopsis of the SMSC's purpose and function, including the various pods and their contents.
The visitor looked impressed. "Sounds like this place has a treasure trove of priceless artifacts. I would have expected guards posted everywhere."
"No need," Trish said, motioning to the row of fish-eye lenses lining the ceiling high above. "Security here is automated. Every inch of this corridor is recorded twenty-four/seven, and this corridor is the spine of the facility. It's impossible to access any of the rooms off this corridor without a key card and PIN number."
"Efficient use of cameras."
"Knock on wood, we've never had a theft. Then again, this is not the kind of museum anyone would rob--there's not much call on the black market for extinct flowers, Inuit kayaks, or giant squid carcasses."
Dr. Abaddon chuckled. "I suppose you're right." "Our biggest security threat is rodents and insects." Trish explained how the building prevented insect infestations by freezing all SMSC refuse and also by an architectural feature called a "dead zone"--an inhospitable compartment between double walls, which surrounded the entire building like a sheath.
