Immortal (15 page)

Jarvis shook Wolfe’s hand, instinctively cautious of the man’s aquiline nose and sharp, beady eyes. He had heard of Wolfe by reputation, a high-ranking US Army officer specializing
in nuclear, biological and chemical warfare, but he knew nothing of the man personally. They sat down and Jarvis waited for Mitchell to speak.

‘Doug, Colonel Wolfe is here regarding a series of events occurring down in New Mexico. You got any operations ongoing down there?’

‘I have a small team investigating a disappearance in Santa Fe,’ Jarvis answered before turning to Wolfe. ‘They’re effectively undercover, so I’m surprised that
you’re here at all, sir.’

‘Donald,’ Wolfe murmured in a surprisingly soft voice. ‘The matter in Santa Fe was considered serious enough for us to find out who exactly was operating in the
area.’

‘Serious?’ Jarvis asked, glancing at Mitchell. ‘I didn’t realize there was anything of any more concern than an unusual disappearance.’

‘It’s the nature of who, or what, disappeared that’s bothering USAMRIID,’ Mitchell rumbled. ‘According to USAMRIID there is believed to have been a possibility of
some kind of infectious outbreak surrounding the theft of a corpse from a Santa Fe morgue, the same morgue from which the doctor your team is searching for disappeared.’

Jarvis raised a concerned eyebrow.

‘There was no mention of any kind of outbreak by local law enforcement,’ he said. ‘We received information on the case from the FBI, who had been approached by the Santa Fe
county sheriff with biological samples from the corpse of a man shot dead the day before by state troopers. There were some anomalies, apparently, with the samples, so I sent two reliable
detectives to Santa Fe to follow it up and see what had happened.’

Donald Wolfe spoke slowly, as though he were verbally stalking Jarvis.

‘You sent two agents from one of the government’s most powerful agencies to pursue the disappearance of a lowly doctor out of Santa Fe?’ He smiled in bemusement.
‘Shouldn’t you guys be chasing terrorists in Helmand Province or something?’

‘I didn’t say I’d sent
agents
,’ Jarvis corrected him. ‘I sent two detectives with a proven track record down there. It’s not considered a priority
case, more of an interesting one.’

‘In what way?’ Mitchell asked, his big hands folded together on the desk before him.

Jarvis performed a series of rapid mental gymnastics.

‘Because it seemed like a planned abduction. Close-circuit cameras captured the kidnapping, involving several men who were masked and were smart enough to disable cameras and phones in the
morgue before attacking. Whatever they wanted it must have been important or valuable, and thus worth sending someone down there to investigate.’ He turned to Wolfe. ‘Which is why I
don’t understand why you’re here. If there was a biological aspect to this case, we’d have passed it on to the National Center for Medical Intelligence at Fort Detrick. But local
law enforcement, forensics and the specialists who work in the morgue found no such thing.’

Wolfe shook his head.

‘One of the state troopers involved in the shooting reported that the victim appeared to be falling apart, as though he were decaying. The threat is in the corpse itself and any
contamination it may have caused on site. I’d have thought that a possible case of leprosy or worse in the middle of New Mexico would have warranted at least alerting us to the event instead
of sending two gumshoes down there.’

Jarvis grinned tightly.

‘One of them is a former United States Marine who’s worked for us before. The other is a former DC detective. Both are highly skilled and reliable. Quite apart from that, the morgue
itself was wiped clean, a real professional job. Any infectious agents were removed from the site at that time. Which is why I don’t understand why the NCMI wasn’t involved if there was
a biological case. It’s our own medical department, quite capable of handling epidemiological situations: USAMRIID has no place in this investigation.’

‘Nor do your investigators,’ Wolfe fired back. ‘They cannot be relied upon to handle the work competently should they indeed find an infected corpse.’

‘Ethan Warner and Nicola Lopez are highly competent,’ Jarvis replied without emotion.

Wolfe glanced at Abraham Mitchell, who looked down at his desk and read from a sheet of paper.

‘Warner and Lopez,’ he rumbled. ‘As I understand it, Warner was almost imprisoned last year after fleeing a major fire-fight in Israel and then killing a church minister in
Washington DC. Lopez was hunted down by the FBI at the same time. Both escaped only by the intervention of this agency and the President himself.’

Jarvis shifted in his seat.

‘Ethan Warner saved the then Senator Isaiah Black’s life, sir, as did Nicola Lopez, who was forced into her actions after her own superior officer was arrested for fraud, corruption
and the homicide of her partner. He’s currently serving life in a New Jersey penitentiary. Warner and Lopez are perfect for this kind of work. They’re incorruptible.’

Mitchell shook his head, clearly not convinced.

‘As I understand it, both parties are not at all incorruptible. Ethan Warner has a reputation as a live wire and Nicola Lopez has become known for several indiscretions, to which you
appear to have turned a blind eye.’

‘In addition,’ Wolfe said before Jarvis could respond, ‘they’re not trained in dealing with infectious diseases, whereas doing so is my specialty. It is imperative that
this investigation be handed over to USAMRIID, at least until we can figure out whether there’s anything to be concerned about. If not, your NCMI and investigators can carry on as they
were.’

‘And risk letting the case go cold?’ Jarvis challenged. ‘This is a criminal investigation being conducted with the support of the state police, not an infectious outbreak.
Putting it on hold and handing jurisdiction to a military outfit isn’t going to solve the abduction case.’

Wolfe was about to retort when Mitchell raised his hands, silencing them.

‘Doug, how long is it before your team finds the missing doctor?’

‘Days,’ Jarvis promised with a conviction he didn’t feel. ‘They’re already chasing several leads.’

Mitchell nodded.

‘Then there’s no good reason not to let USAMRIID into Santa Fe to work alongside Warner and Lopez.’

Wolfe snorted incredulously.

‘This is ridiculous. We could have a major infectious outbreak here, even a biological agent, and you want to leave an ex-soldier and a cop wandering about—’

‘
If
it were an infectious agent,’ Mitchell interrupted him, ‘then we would expect others to have become infected. They have not.’

‘Not yet,’ Wolfe snapped. ‘And what if they do? If we don’t keep this contained, both physically and from the media, we could have national panic on our hands.’

‘Not if your people work together,’ Mitchell pointed out. ‘The more people we have on this case, the sooner it can be resolved. There’s no need to involve NCMI while
Warner and Lopez are already on the scene, if they’re as competent as you say they are,’ Mitchell said, fielding Jarvis’s protesting stare. ‘Given the potentially sensitive
nature of this case, can your people be trusted to finish this without arousing unwanted interest?’

Cornered by his own defense of Warner and Lopez, Doug Jarvis straightened his tie and lifted his chin.

‘Believe me, there are no two better people for the job. Discretion, sir, is Ethan Warner’s watchword. You won’t even know he’s there.’

‘Fire in the hole!’

Ethan Warner sprinted frantically out of the Hilary Falls apartment block to a row of squad cars and a pair of fire trucks, their beacons flashing as a police helicopter thundered overhead. The
exchange of gunfire in the center of Santa Fe had attracted every squad car for miles. He just had time to see Lopez and Zamora diving for cover behind the vehicles as the sky seemed to split over
his head. Ethan threw himself down and rolled across the asphalt as the third-story apartment exploded, an expanding fireball of oily black smoke and tongues of flame blasting shattered glass to
fall like a hailstorm across the lot. He shielded his head with his arms as the shockwave plowed into him, a blast of hot air followed by metallic thumps as chunks of masonry and brickwork slammed
into the nearby squad cars.

The blast subsided as flaming fragments of furniture, paper and window frames fluttered down around Ethan. Ethan got to his feet, his ears ringing from the explosion as fire crews dashed past
him with hoses, aiming them up at the burning apartment and spraying thick streams of white water into the crackling flames.

‘You okay?’

Lopez appeared behind him, her face a mask of concern as she began tapping him down, searching for breaks or abrasions.

‘I’m good, just about.’

Zamora walked up to him, holding his injured shoulder.

‘Jesus Christ, it’s like a war zone down here. You did good, Ethan. What the hell had they done in there? I could smell fuel.’

‘Yeah,’ Ethan said. ‘They probably frayed the gas line behind the stove to start the leak.’

‘Where was the accelerant?’

‘Cat-litter tray,’ Ethan said.

‘How do you know?’ Lopez asked.

‘No cat, and no cat-flap either,’ Ethan explained. ‘It’s an old Boy Scout trick. Litter burns well when it’s doused in fuel and doesn’t leave much of a trace
of anything. Investigators would have assumed that the gas leak caused the blast on its own, not arsonists.’

Lopez looked up at the apartment and the thick smoke billowing from the windows.

‘Neat trick,’ she said. ‘Nasty too.’

‘Those guys were heavily armed and they knew how to shoot straight,’ Ethan said to her. ‘Probably ex-soldiers. Somebody really doesn’t want Tyler Willis’s little
secret getting out. I saw a car pull away with two men in it who seemed very interested in what we were doing. They were the same guys we saw come out of the elevator, the ones with the weird
eyes.’

‘I remember them,’ Lopez said, turning to Zamora. ‘Can we find their vehicle?’

‘I’ll see what I can do,’ Zamora said. ‘But if they’re as professional as we think they are, it’s doubtful we’ll catch up to them now.’

Ethan nodded.

‘They’ll have swapped vehicles, probably be on their way out of the county and there’s too much border to track their movements.’

‘We need another line of inquiry here,’ Lopez said, looking at the smoldering apartment. ‘Wherever Willis is, somebody’s trying to prevent us from finding him. Why
don’t we try another tack?’

‘Jeb Oppenheimer,’ Ethan said.

‘Saffron led us here, remember?’ Lopez pointed out. ‘We’ve only got her word about her grandfather, and to tell you the truth I don’t like her much.’

‘No shit?’

‘Look,’ she said, ‘Saffron is an eco-warrior who’s already tried to kill you once. She then tips us off about this apartment so she can make a break for it. When we get
here we damn near get blown to pieces. You see a picture developing?’

Ethan sighed, looking up at the apartment.

‘I just don’t see Saffron as a killer,’ he said. ‘There’s more to her than that.’

‘Yeah,’ Lopez snorted, ‘and I’m sure Adolf Hitler’s ma reckoned he was just misunderstood.’

Zamora spoke up from beside them.

‘There’s a lot more to Saffron Oppenheimer than we thought,’ he said, gesturing with a jab of his thumb behind them. ‘I did a search for her in our database, new gear
we’ve got that’s linked to the FBI’s records. Turns out that Saffron was up for culpable homicide five years ago during an attack on a laboratory in Utah.’

Ethan winced as Lopez turned to the officer.

‘Go on,’ she said, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow in Ethan’s direction.

‘Saffron was part of an activist movement that tried to blow up a vivisection laboratory. The attack went wrong, one of the activists died and all the accomplices were arrested. Turns out
the attack destroyed the closed-circuit cameras monitoring the labs, so all the evidence was circumstantial. All the activists blamed each other, the police couldn’t bring them to trial and
lawyers argued that the dead activist had only himself to blame. As he had been estranged from his family for over a decade, no charges were brought and the case collapsed.’

Ethan shook his head.

‘So what’s the deal?’

‘The laboratory they’d attacked,’ Zamora replied, ‘belonged to SkinGen Corp, owned and operated by Jeb Oppenheimer.’

Lopez turned to face Ethan, her arms still folded and her eyebrow still raised.

‘Shall we?’

Ethan was about to answer her when several white vans with tinted windows pulled up behind the squad cars, their lights adding to the blizzard of beacons. He watched with Lopez and Zamora as a
thick-set man clambered out of the lead van, wearing a gray suit that matched his buzz-cut. He had a squat neck that, with his severely cropped hair, made his head look almost square. He slammed
the van door shut and strode across to them, the identity tag on his jacket flapping in the hot breeze.

‘Butch Cutler,’ he announced himself. ‘USAMRIID. We’re here to take jurisdiction of the site.’

‘You are?’ Zamora asked. ‘We weren’t informed of any risk of hazardous material breaches or such like.’

‘Nothing’s certain yet,’ Cutler said, glancing curiously at Ethan and Lopez. ‘You must be Ethan Warner.’

‘And Nicola Lopez,’ Ethan gestured to his partner. ‘How did you know?’

‘My boss,’ Cutler said. ‘He’s been talking to yours. They’ve decided it’s best you hand over to us until we can figure out what’s going on
here.’

Ethan said nothing for a moment as Cutler removed his jacket and folded it over his arm. His sleeves were rolled up and Ethan caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his right forearm, the banner of the
US Army Rangers and a winged parachute.

‘That the real deal there?’ Ethan asked, gesturing to the tattoo. ‘Or are you just a fantasist?’

Cutler squinted at Ethan without apparent emotion for several seconds.

‘75
^th
Rangers, Long Range Surveillance,’ he said. ‘What’s it to you?’