PSI/Net

Author:Rob MacGregor & MacGregor, Rob [Williams, Billy Dee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction
Publisher: Crossroad Press
Published: 0100-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

SUNDAY

Chapter Sixteen

Calloway rolled over, reached for the phone, and answered on the second ring. He heard Doc's sleepy voice as she picked up at the same time.

"Good morning," a crisp voice said. "This is Clarke. You can both stay on the line." For a moment, Calloway couldn't place the name. Then he remembered the Secret Service agent, Tyler's partner. He looked at the clock. Six-forty.

"Morning." Calloway cleared his throat and threw his legs over the side of the bed. "Thanks for the wake-up call. What happened to Tyler? We never heard anything from him after he left."

"Agent Tyler has been sent to another location," Clarke said, cryptically. "I want to thank you two for your help. We won't be needing you any longer."

"Did you catch them?" Calloway asked, sitting up. "Did you find the bomb?"

"We found a man named Matt Hennig and a young woman named Jill Sudner. Both are dead," Clarke said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Highway fatalities. There was no bomb in their vehicle."

"What?" Calloway came wide awake.

"Where did this happen?" Doc asked.

"The accident occurred about forty miles northeast of Salt Lake City on 1-80. The girl's parents verified that she and Hennig were plan-fling on getting married. They must have realized they'd taken the wrong turn onto 1-80 and were trying to go back at the time of the accident."

"Why do you say that?" Calloway asked.

"Because they were driving down the interstate in the wrong direction."

"In the wrong direction!" Doc exclaimed. "You mean the wrong side of the interstate?"

"That's right."

"That doesn't make sense," Calloway said.

"Very little of this entire scenario makes much sense, Mr. Calloway. But, as I said, there was no bomb in the vehicle. The highway patrol is investigating the accident."

"But you haven't found the bomb," Calloway said. "It could be anywhere."

"Or maybe there is no bomb," Clarke responded. "We still don't have any evidence it ever existed."

"On the other hand, it could be on its way to Washington in another vehicle." Doc sounded just as annoyed as he was by Clarke's dismissive attitude. Her anger flared. "I thought you were the guy who believed in this stuff. It sounds to me like you're rejecting everything that Trent has picked up as if it were some sort of wild fantasy. I got news for you, Mr. Clarke. Trent gave you that kid's name and the vehicle. Why would he be wrong about the bomb?"

As she spoke, Calloway glimpsed a vague form. He reached for a notepad and pen on the bedstead, closed his eyes. The image remained obscure, but he quickly sketched its essence—four parallel lines and another line that arched over the others. It was a skeletal view of.. of something.

Then he turned his attention back to what Clarke was saying. ". . . but it's out of my jurisdiction. I'm going to give you a number where you can contact special agent Lewis Fielding of the FBI."

"Does he know about the bomb?" Calloway asked.

"He's aware of the bomb threat and he's looking into the possibility of a connection with George Wiley.

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