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They arrived at the Goddard Space Flight Center a little after ten, just as the storm got about as bad as it was going to get.
Rain gusted into the car as Shepherd cracked a window to flash his pristine ID. The guard handed him two security passes and a
visitor’s map and directed him to one of the smaller executive staff parking lots by Building 29, the huge hangar-like structure
that sat in the middle of the complex. Shepherd hadn’t been here for almost ten years but as he slid the Crown Vic into gear and
hissed through the puddle under the raised barrier, it looked like nothing had changed much at all.
Building 29 rose out of the howling night, a huge white block of a building with two strips of darkened windows on the ground and
first floors and none at all on the other four. Most of the offices and control centres inside Building 29 didn’t need windows,
drawing their views from deep space rather than the Maryland countryside.
Shepherd slowed as he drove past the entrance. There were lights on inside but he couldn’t see anyone. Maybe it was the late
hour, or the weather, or the fact that the Christmas holidays were just around the corner – but the whole place seemed deserted.
He eased the car round the edge of the building and the headlights lit up a figure wearing a rain slicker, the hood pulled right
over his head in a way that made him appear almost monastic. An arm extended from beneath the wet folds and pointed to two empty
parking bays with signs in front of them showing they were reserved for senior project directors. Shepherd drew the car to a halt
and the figure glided over to Franklin’s side of the car, producing a NASA golfing umbrella and popping it open just as Franklin
opened his door.
‘Mike Pierce, Chief of Security,’ a voice rumbled from beneath the hood. He held the umbrella up for Franklin as he got out of
the car and glanced at Shepherd as he did the same. Shepherd saw the eyes take him in, make a quick decision based on seniority
and logistics then turn to usher Franklin away beneath the cover of the umbrella, not bothering to wait for the junior agent. The
van that had followed them all the way from Quantico pulled in next to him, sending a wave of cold water arcing onto the back of
Shepherd’s legs. He locked the car and splashed across the tarmac after the umbrella. He figured if the techs could find
fingerprints on cotton and microscopic traces of DNA in a sterile room, they could probably find their way into a building without
his help.
Stepping through the open service door into the clean, white-walled corridors of Building 29 was like jumping through a time-
portal back to a previous life. Because there were no pictures on the walls and no unnecessary furnishings – to help maintain the
sterile conditions required in the ‘clean rooms’ at the heart of the building – everything looked exactly as it had the last
time Shepherd had set foot here.
‘Mike Pierce.’ The hooded man crushed Shepherd’s hand in a wet grip. ‘We met before?’ The eyes studied him from within the
frame of a too-large face made bigger by the absence of hair. He looked like a weightlifter gone to fat but who still had some
steel at his core and clearly felt a need to prove it whenever he shook another man’s hand.
‘I was here for a few months back in spring ’04,’ Shepherd said, letting go of Pierce’s hand to prompt him to do the same.
Pierce shrugged out of the rain slicker in a shower of water and draped it over a seat by the door. ‘I don’t recall any kind of
Bureau investigation back then.’
‘Don’t be fooled by the lines around the eyes,’ Franklin cut in. ‘Agent Shepherd here is still wet behind the ears as far as
Bureau work goes. He’s just here to help walk me through the tricky science parts.’
‘I worked on Explorer for a while,’ Shepherd explained as a bang behind them announced the arrival of the others heaving various
boxes of gear out of the rain and in through the narrow service door.
‘Looks like the gang’s all here,’ Franklin said. ‘Lead on, Chief Pierce: tell us what you know.’
‘Well pretty much everything is in the report,’ Pierce said, closing the door behind them then swiping a card through a lock to
gain entrance to an inner hallway. ‘At 20.05 this evening the main system network servicing the Hubble Space Telescope was
subjected to a sophisticated cyber attack. Merriweather, the technician who was on duty when it happened, is waiting in the
control centre to go through all the specific details for you.’
‘What about Dr Kinderman?’
‘Still no word. I’ve tried contacting him on all his numbers, sent emails, even got Merriweather to ping him on Twitter and
Facebook. Nothing. His cell phone was found in his office, which appears to have been ransacked.’
‘Anyone else been in there since Kinderman went missing?’
‘Just myself and the technician who found it.’
‘OK, let’s start there.’
Pierce swiped them through another security door and pointed to an office door halfway down the corridor.
Shepherd had been in Kinderman’s office a few times before, once when he had started working here and again on the day he left.
It was something of a tradition at Goddard, being paraded in front of the chief on your way in and out for a chat and a pep talk.
He remembered being struck on both occasions by Kinderman’s extraordinary neatness and precision, a memory that jarred heavily
with the chaotic mess of files and paperwork now covering most of the floor.
Franklin surveyed it all from the door while he pulled on a pair of blue Nitrile gloves he’d produced from his jacket pocket.
Shepherd felt hot blood rising up his neck as he realized he’d left his own back in the car.
Franklin stepped into the office and made his way through snowdrifts of paperwork towards the centre of the room. He stood for a
moment, turning slowly, taking it all in: the neat, uncluttered desk; the crooked photos on the wall of various presidents
standing next to the same neatly-pressed man; the same man shaking hands with the King of Sweden as he received the Nobel Prize
for his work in measuring the rate of universal expansion. In the world of astrophysics Dr Kinderman was the closest thing you
could get to a rock star and Shepherd was finding it very hard to think of him as a suspect.
He felt something soft and cold press against the back of his hand and looked down to discover a pair of fresh gloves held low so
Franklin wouldn’t see them. He smiled his thanks at the PST who had come to his rescue and quickly pulled them on just as
Franklin finished his silent appraisal of the room and looked up. ‘OK boys,’ he said, ‘get to work.’
The two techs swooped into the room, one shaking open various-sized evidence bags, the other scoping every surface with a high-end
camera that took both stills and video. Franklin joined Shepherd and Pierce back in the corridor. ‘Looks like someone left in a
hell of a hurry.’
Pierce nodded. ‘When I first saw it I thought it was a break-in.’
‘You still think so?’
He shook his head. ‘Not when I saw that.’ He pointed to a small book lying open next to the terminal keyboard. It was
photographed and handed out to Franklin. It was a standard appointments diary, a double page to a week, every blank space crammed
with small, precise handwriting. ‘I was trying to find out where Dr Kinderman might be, but as you can see it wasn’t much help.
’
Franklin flicked through the pages until he arrived at the current week where the writing just stopped. The last entry was in
today’s date:
T
end of days
The rest of the diary was blank, as if nothing was going to happen ever again.
Franklin looked up. ‘You said no one has been in this room apart from you and the person who found it like this.’
‘That’s right, just me and Merriweather.’
Franklin handed the diary over to one of the techs for processing. ‘Why don’t we go and say hello to Merriweather.’
The Tower A Novel (Sanctus)
Simon Toyne's books
- As the Pig Turns
- Before the Scarlet Dawn
- Between the Land and the Sea
- Breaking the Rules
- Escape Theory
- Fairy Godmothers, Inc
- Father Gaetano's Puppet Catechism
- Follow the Money
- In the Air (The City Book 1)
- In the Shadow of Sadd
- In the Stillness
- Keeping the Castle
- Let the Devil Sleep
- My Brother's Keeper
- Over the Darkened Landscape
- Paris The Novel
- Sparks the Matchmaker
- Taking the Highway
- Taming the Wind
- Tethered (Novella)
- The Adjustment
- The Amish Midwife
- The Angel Esmeralda
- The Antagonist
- The Anti-Prom
- The Apple Orchard
- The Astrologer
- The Avery Shaw Experiment
- The Awakening Aidan
- The B Girls
- The Back Road
- The Ballad of Frankie Silver
- The Ballad of Tom Dooley
- The Barbarian Nurseries A Novel
- The Barbed Crown
- The Battered Heiress Blues
- The Beginning of After
- The Beloved Stranger
- The Betrayal of Maggie Blair
- The Better Mother
- The Big Bang
- The Bird House A Novel
- The Blessed
- The Blood That Bonds
- The Blossom Sisters
- The Body at the Tower
- The Body in the Gazebo
- The Body in the Piazza
- The Bone Bed
- The Book of Madness and Cures
- The Boy from Reactor 4
- The Boy in the Suitcase
- The Boyfriend Thief
- The Bull Slayer
- The Buzzard Table
- The Caregiver
- The Caspian Gates
- The Casual Vacancy
- The Cold Nowhere
- The Color of Hope
- The Crown A Novel
- The Dangerous Edge of Things
- The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets
- The Dante Conspiracy
- The Dark Road A Novel
- The Deposit Slip
- The Devil's Waters
- The Diamond Chariot
- The Duchess of Drury Lane
- The Emerald Key
- The Estian Alliance
- The Extinct
- The Falcons of Fire and Ice
- The Fall - By Chana Keefer
- The Fall - By Claire McGowan
- The Famous and the Dead
- The Fear Index
- The Flaming Motel
- The Folded Earth
- The Forrests
- The Exceptions
- The Gallows Curse
- The Game (Tom Wood)
- The Gap Year
- The Garden of Burning Sand
- The Gentlemen's Hour (Boone Daniels #2)
- The Getaway
- The Gift of Illusion
- The Girl in the Blue Beret
- The Girl in the Steel Corset
- The Golden Egg
- The Good Life
- The Green Ticket
- The Healing
- The Heart's Frontier
- The Heiress of Winterwood
- The Heresy of Dr Dee
- The Heritage Paper
- The Hindenburg Murders
- The History of History