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flashing in neon over his head.
"So tell me about this bomb," the cop said.
Worsham nodded.
"Yeah, okay, okay. So we're not talking
semtex or C4 or crap like that, we're talking
RQX-71, a topsecret chemical used in
conventional missile warheads. It's an analog of
some old stuff called PBX-9501. You want
to know about an isotropic elastics or isotropic
polymerics? Expansion rates or like that?"
"Why don't we just skip over that for now," the
cop said.
"Where did you get it, this explosive?"
The kid grinned.
"I made it in the chem lab. Swiped a
keycard from the janitor's desk and duped
it, got the alarm codes, snuck in at night.
Only took a week. Got a little tricky at
one point, I thought I was gonna blow myself up, but
it worked out okay."
"You made it. And took down a brand-new,
three-story, steel-framed addition to the capitol with
it."
The kid grinned wider.
"Yeah. Something, huh?" Worsham sat up
straighter in the plastic chair.
"And that blast killed a woman guard working her
way through college."
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that part, but it's
not really my fault. The coozers shouldn't have fired
my dad, you pross?"
"Your father worked on the construction of the building."
" "Until the stupid coozers fired him,
yeah. I wanted to make a point, you pross?"
The cop nodded.
"I guess you did that." He shifted in his
chair. The thin plastic squeaked in protest.
"And how did you happen to come up with the
top-secret formula for this--
RAQ?"
"RQX-71." Now the kid favored the
cop with his biggest grin yet.
"That was the easy part. I scarfed it off the net."
Michaels leaned back in the conference room chair
and glanced at Toni and Jay Gridley.
Gridley touched a control and the holoproj of the
interrogation faded.
"Full of remorse about killing that young woman,
isn't he?" Michaels said.
"Kids don't relate to death," Jay said.