Eliot Peper - Cumulus

Cumulus

2016 Eliot Peper

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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This book was designed by The Frontispiece, Inc. It was edited by Shannon Pallone and Jesse Vernon. The text face is Bembo Std; versals are set in Brandon Grotesque. The cover and interior also feature Cumulus Mono, designed specifically for this book by Kevin Barrett Kane.

Cover photograph by Carl Nenzen Loven.

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DEDICATION

To Oma, who risked everything to join
the Dutch Resistance and whose courage
helped our family and many others
survive World War II. She could dissect
your soul with a glance and made the
best boterkoeken.

THE FIRST RULE OF ESPIONAGE was the one that the Agency never taught you. Most failed to figure it out, and focused all their energy on unraveling the labyrinthine intricacies of counterintelligence plots. But the savvy few who learned the lesson pulled strings well above their pay grade. The results spoke for themselves.

It seems our friends have passed an important junction, said Graham Chandler, settling back into the leather couch.

Flint Corvel fidgeted in his chair, chewing on the end of a pen. Psychology books lined the walls. A wide oak desk sat in one corner. Ferns sprouted from a large glazed ceramic pot. A circular plush carpet covered most of the floor. Through the windows, Graham could see a few pedestrians down on the peaceful Berkeley street.

Dr. Corvel, said Graham. I didnt come here just to talk to myself.

Corvels cheek twitched. I dont know where you get your information. He shook his head. But yes, Vera called me earlier this morning. She and Huians fights havent abated. Veras very upset. She suspects Huian doesnt take their problems seriously.

Graham nodded. Has Vera brought up separation?

Corvel winced and turned his head to stare out the window.

Has Vera brought it up? This time, Graham injected an undertone of authority.

Corvel sighed. Not yet, but she will. Vera doesnt think in straight lines like Huian, but when she sets her mind to something, she rarely gives it up.

And Huian?

Huian is a tough case, he said. Her personality is like carbon fiber. Shes light and strong and obviously a genius. But when force is applied from the wrong direction, her emotional framework turns brittle. Its common among people who spend their entire lives putting immense stress on themselves. Its a psychological pressure cooker.

You need to ensure that Vera goes through with it.

I dont control Vera.

Then you better start figuring out how to. Its time to overload that pressure cooker. I need Huian off balance.

Jesus. Corvel looked down at his hands. He took a few shuddering breaths. Look, its one thing to give you confidential patient information. But youre asking me to use my privileged information and position to intentionally manipulate patients. His teeth were chattering even though the office was comfortably warm. I just cant. I just cant.

Amateurs. People unused to duress just didnt know how to handle it. It was like football. The first time you got tackled, it felt like the end of the world. But after running a few drills you learned how to take a hit.

Dr. Corvel, said Graham, crossing his legs. I understand your concern about betraying what you see as your professional code of ethics. But I suggest you likewise consider the professional and personal implications of the wider world discovering your substantial collection of child pornography. It would be ever so unfortunate, wouldnt you say? I can imagine all the nasty clickbait headlines already.

But I told you, that was planted

While I understand the possibility of data manipulation, said Graham, I doubt that many members of the press, or even law enforcement, have the necessary technical acumen to evaluate the validity of your hypothetical defense. In confidence, of course, we can discuss it reasonably. But I would imagine that your family, clients, and colleagues might not react quite as rationally.

You motherfucker. Corvel deflated and seemed to age fifteen years in a single moment. You motherfucker.

Please, Doctor, said Graham, giving him an encouraging smile. Were both professionals here. No need for profanity.

If I do what you ask, said Corvel, Ill burn in hell for it.

Ive always found it reassuring that the nature of the afterlife remains ambiguous despite the ongoing efforts of religious and scientific scholars.

Corvel looked up at him, eyes vacant.

As Graham stood, a shaft of afternoon sunlight illuminated the leaves of the potted fern at just the right angle to catapult him back into the dappled green of a Malaysian jungle. He had shadowed the principals to a lodge hidden deep in the rainforest along the Kinabatangan River. But immediately after he painted the building with laser targeting, a barefoot boy skipped out of the front, a pair of battered binoculars dangling around his neck. Nikon EDG 832. The binoculars were precisely the same brand and model as the favorite pair Graham himself had received from Granddad on his seventh birthday. When the boy raised them to peer at a distant bird, Graham saw himself standing there.

Graham had continued to watch, paralyzed, as the drone strike immolated the boy and the building. The tableau seared into his subconscious like a brand. Even if death was your profession, it could still blindside you. He adjusted his shirt, and reeled himself back to the present. These were precisely the kinds of thoughts that Corvel had spent his career trying to excavate.

Thank you for your time, Dr. Corvel, he said. We all make sacrifices in life. Consider yourself lucky that you get to choose the nature of yours.

The first rule of espionage was to find leverage over your boss.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY WERE HERE?

Huian Li spun the worn basketball on her fingertip, savoring the smell of old leather.

Maam? Richard Huntman looked up at her uncertainly across her desk. Confusion was not a flattering expression on his craggy-but-handsome face. He fiddled with his pant leg, creasing his perfectly tailored Italian suit.

Huian turned away in disgust, the ball still spinning. She gazed through the glass wall, over the tops of the redwood and oak trees of the Presidio, across Crissy Field, and out onto a blue-gray San Francisco Bay. Sailboats, tiny at this distance, skittered across a surface ruffled by gusts of wind. Seagulls wheeled high over the marina. Alcatraz sat in the middle distance, a forbidding reminder of human transgression.

Look, I know this is a setback, he said. I wasnt expecting them to pull out at the last minute. I mean, the term sheet was signed. Everything was in order. Richards voice gained momentum, his words stoking his confidence. Theyll be back. No question. Sanchez will be back here in six months begging for terms half as good. Thats why we decided to tack on the extra provisions after the term sheet. It was too rich a deal. They should have come down, and now theyre going to back themselves into a corner.