Stephanie Doyle - Calculated Risk

2005

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Im dead now. You know what to do, G.G.

Sabrina Masters stared at the e-mail displayed on her computer screen and released a deep breath. Arnold was gone.

A true believer in the art of science and math, hed been a mentor. Certainly, hed been one of her few intellectual equals. But more importantly, hed cared about her. More, she knew, than her own father ever had. At least Arnold always looked out for her.

Her head fell forward because it seemed too heavy to hold up. She could feel the tears well behind her eyes and wanted to stop them. But she decided that Arnold deserved a few tears.

Hed been alone in the world. No wife, no children, no family to speak of. Hed made the computer his wife. The work his child. But the computer wouldnt cry and the work wouldnt mourn for him.

She wondered if he realized now that he was gone that there had never been anyone truly significant in his life. If he did, if that knowledge somehow made him sad, she hoped he at least knew how heartbroken she was.

You know what to do, G.G.

The old nickname brought a smile to her lips. G.G.: Girl Genius.

Sabrina glanced at the number typed at the bottom and instantly memorized it, plugging it into her brain alongside every other piece of information that shed ever stumbled across. Sometimes she wondered if one day her head might fill up to such a capacity that it would simply explode from the strain. The gruesome image did nothing to improve her mood.

I dont know if I can do this, Arnold, she stated aloud to the almost empty room, in the practically empty house that was her home in an out-of-the-way, nowhere town in Pennsylvania.

Briefly, she entertained the idea that as a ghost he might be able to answer her. She waited a beat. Nothing. If there was a heaven and Arnold was in it, he was trying to strike up a game of chess with Einstein. Probably convinced that he could beat him, too. The last thing Arnold would care about after his death would be the fate of the nation. Not when he barely had cared about it when he was alive.

You and me, G.G. Were a lot alike.

He used to tell her that all the time. Shed always thought he was talking about their strange intellect. But maybe he wasnt. The idea that they had more in common worried her. In fact, it frightened her.

Sabrina slipped her hand into the back pocket of her jeans to extract her cell phone. She dialed the number Arnold had given her and waited.

Hello?

Is this Assistant Director Krueger? she asked, somewhat surprised. Arnold must have given her the CIA directors personal cell phone number as a way to cut directly to the chase.

Yes?

Arnold Salinski is dead.

I know. Sabrina Masters?

Yep.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Then, We should talk.

She could practically feel the weight of this moment and the impact it was going to have on her life.

Yep.

The night was bitterly cold, as it should be in January in Pennsylvania, but the sky was as clear as glass. Krueger had chosen Gettysburg to meet. A full moon glowed over the frozen battlefields adding a touch of eeriness that, quite frankly, it did not need. The place was spooky enough in broad daylight. Sabrina wished shed told Krueger to meet her at a damn diner in town.

Shaking off the creepy factor, she focused on the clandestine meeting ahead. Following the winding drive through the various memorial sites scattered about in the woods, she stopped at the third one. The name Cowan etched in stone caught her eye.

She bounced out of the Jeep and shut the door behind her, glancing around the area as she did. The wind caught her hair and sent it flying about in a bad imitation of Medusa. She wished shed thought to bring a hat. Her ears were going to freeze. Forcing her hands into the pockets of her down-feather coat, she hopped up and down a few times to keep her circulation going and, if she was honest with herself, to keep her nerves at bay.

He materialized out of the trees like a ghost and once again Sabrina was reminded why CIA operatives were often called spooks. Because she didnt know what Krueger looked like, she wrapped her hand around the Colt Defender inside her pocket. A girl couldnt be too careful.

Krueger? she asked.

Masters? he wanted to know first.

She nodded, then he stepped closer to her. Apparently, he knew what she looked like because his shoulders seemed to relax slightly. He was a hair over six feet and had a broad build. His face was deeply lined, probably a combination of stress and age. He wore jeans, a ski jacket and sneakers. And a hat. A practical man, she decided. And a prepared one.

Well talk in your car, he suggested.

Secure enough to release her hold on the gun, she opened the door, got back inside and leaned over to unlock the passenger door. He lifted himself into the seat.

I checked your record. You were fired from the CIA almost ten years ago, he began.

Youre not the most subtle fellow, are you? Then she admitted what he already knew. I was.

Willful insubordination.

Sabrina winced at the description It was a phrase that never failed to irritate her. It was on the tip of her tongue to remind him that she had been barely out of her teens when shed been given that label, but she held back. Thats not what this was about. Besides, the description wasnt inaccurate. Or at least hadnt been at the time. But that was ten years ago. People change. She was sort of hoping she was one of them.

And here all this time I thought it had been my attendance.

He didnt smile. As you know, Arnold has selected you to continue his project.

I do.

What do you know about it?

Sabrina shook her head. Not much. I know he was working from a secure location. Even he didnt know where he was. I know it was important. I know that he thought I was the only one who would understand what he was doing.