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"Thanks." And Sam sincerely meant that.
"What about Brandy? Considering how much of a team you two are, I'm surprised we
didn't have this conversation upstairs. Is she that bad off?"
"Oh, no. In fact, she's coming along just fine. She got some sleep and when she
woke up she had feeling and movement again in her arms and shoulders. Tingles,
but it's fading, kind of like a numbness slowly ebbing. She'll be up and around
in a couple of days the way it looks now. But she's a hands-on type and Dash's
kidnapping has about driven her crazy. I keep her informed and the like but
she's better off recovering than getting in my way here while I do what I do
best. She'll have her role to play, but not yet. Uh-any luck on that Yusha
expletive?"
"Not yet. It's so close to a lot of things and the voice is so obviously
distorted by something that we can't be absolutely certain that Yusha is the
real word. And, of course, it's so obvious a traceable buzzword that we're half
inclined to feel that it was dropped just to send our teams into insanity and
occupy a lot of us following red herrings up and down the line. The same with
the bodies they left. Nothing particularly distinguishing about them, yet the
comment on the recording implied we should know where they were from right off.
No oddball tattoos, no genetic markers, no oddball haircuts or green skins or
purple hair, and their clothing might as well be local and probably is. Just
people. I think we were just getting our noses tweaked."
"Could be," Sam admitted. "I think it's less significant that they left the
bodies of those men than that they didn't leave any of the Ginzu bodies. Why not
take all or none?"
"Maybe because they figured that the Master would see who they were and that
would lead him to the traitors," Markham suggested.
"Uh huh. Or maybe another red herring. We don't even know if there were any
Ginzu involved, or, if so, whether any were killed or badly wounded. We have
only the dialogue on the recordings to lead us to that, along with Brandy's
description of the black-clad warriors, and they were masked. In a way, it's a
master stroke. As long as we can't be sure, we can't use any of the Ginzu at
all. We can't use our incorruptible bodyguards for the big shots or our
effective local security mercenaries. They've been factored out."
"Well, there are others we can use that are quite good," Markham noted.
"Uh huh, but they're new. Replacements. Green and not known to the folks they're
guarding and ignorant themselves of the territory and the tricks." Sam leaned
forward and used his cigar stub as a pointer. "The game's afoot, Watson. Dark
business; very dark indeed. The trouble is, at this point, we don't know whether
we are the game, or they are."
Information began to come in thick and fast. The London number led to a small
office not recently occupied in which there was a desk, a chair, and a working
phone. The phone had a neat little device on it that included a recorder and a
separate line. A phone company check showed no incoming long distance calls, so
clearly the trick was to use three local London lines-one to be called by the
remote caller, then it would call the second line in town, which would then
spool a delay on the tape and then feed it back out the third line that called
Sam. It was a clever arrangement. The guy could have called from anywhere, even
the phone booth down on College Avenue, to the first London number. That then
automatically dialed the second number in the office, which triggered the tape
and then initiated the final call to Sam. Without knowing from where the call