Jeff nodded. “Let’s deal with the bomb first. There was absolutely no guarantee that anyone would actually bring Kitty to the station.”
“No,” Siler said. “There’s precedent for it. They know that she’ll run right to our K-Nine friends and vice versa. That relationship is as old as your time in D.C.”
“So we were patsies?” Melville asked, sounding pissed. Not that I could blame him.
“So was the Casey-Bot. In that sense.”
“She was confused.” This came from one of the working girls, the one who’d marked me as the real FLOTUS. Couldn’t guess her age—could have been eighteen, could have been thirty. Makeup and the hard living of being a streetwalker had aged her for sure. She had frizzy blonde hair and looked like she weighed about eighty pounds. Didn’t see any track marks, though, so I had a little hope that she wasn’t a junkie.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Star.”
“Right. What’s your real name, babe? No one here is going to be one of your johns, so let’s be who we really are, okay?”
She looked embarrassed. One of the other girls, this one a black girl who looked a hell of a lot less downtrodden and who I thought was probably around twenty, rolled her eyes. She had tight curls, a short ’do, and a voluptuous figure. Same amount of makeup as the others, but it looked better on her. “Her name is Jane. I’m Rhonda, and this is Meriel. She’s from the Czech Republic.”
The girl indicated as Meriel had long, curly black hair, big eyes, and was tiny but top-heavy. Unlike Jane, who looked like she’d been on the streets for a while, or Rhonda, who looked completely confident, Meriel didn’t look experienced or confident.
“How long has Meriel been in the country?” I asked Rhonda.
“Not too long. Came with a boyfriend who dumped her on the street with nothing. Our pimp took her in.” Rhonda looked at Jane. “I don’t think that thing was confused, though. I think she was scared. At least until she,” she nodded toward me, “showed up.”
“Explain what you both mean, please,” Chuckie said. “Jane, you go first.”
“Okay. Well, she just didn’t seem like she knew what was going on. She was in the middle cell, which was odd, because she should have been in with us, don’t you think?” she asked Rhonda.
But it was Officer Larry who answered. “She would have been, however based on who’d called to have her arrested, and who she was then asking for, the Chief wanted her alone. We have enough holding cells that we could do it.”
“She didn’t seem right,” Meriel said quietly.
“Accurate,” I said. “But how do you mean?”
“Her reactions . . . I am new here but I know English, it’s why we came. She seemed more lost than I was when Sergei left me. She seemed normal when the police were with her, though.”
“Yeah,” Rhonda said. “She was all up in their faces about how she needed to speak to the First Lady and it was life or death. The moment they left, though, she sort of turned off.”
“Android, do you think?” Chuckie asked. Others in the room started talking and he shook his head. They stopped. “I’m asking Kitty. She’s had by far the most experience with them.”
“Yeah and it does sort of say android or Fem-Bot. I think we can rule Fem-Bots out, though, because as far as we know, there aren’t that many models.”
“Was she an android like . . . Joe and Randy?” Lorraine asked slowly.
“Or more like the first ones you dealt with?” Claudia added.
Lorraine and Claudia were my two best A-C girlfriends, Captains on Alpha Team, typically Dazzler brilliant and beautiful, and they were married to Joe Billings and Randy Muir, respectively, who were two of my five flyboys. During Operation Epidemic the flyboys, along with many others, had been captured—first by Gustav Drax, before he’d become our Royal Vatusan Ally, and the second time by Stephanie and her Android Army. They’d definitely preferred Drax.
Stephanie had been turning Joe and Randy into very unwilling androids in a method that seemed to have worked in some ways. The guys were now more like the Six Million Dollar Man than a regular human. However, they were still them, and still, per Tito, more organic than not. However, they were a lot less organic than they had been, and my team and I had basically found them just in time.
“No idea,” I admitted. “She blew up too fast. But I can say that if she was turned into an android by the same method, then either it didn’t agree with her or she was really at death’s door anyway.”
“She didn’t register as non-human, so I can’t tell you if she was actually sick or not,” Tito said. “I didn’t use the OVS because I was expecting an epidemic situation, and by the time we realized that there was something wrong all hell was breaking loose. However, I want to stress that there’s something distinctly different about whatever we want to call that thing that exploded than from what we’ve seen from androids or Fem-Bots.”
“She looked and sounded like she was dying,” Evalyne said.
Phoebe nodded. “And she did say that it was because of Cliff.”
“That could easily have been programming,” Kevin pointed out.
“Programming or not, I think someone tossing out our known boogeyman is not to be trusted. Frankly, I think we have three main suspects—Cliff and his Crazy Eights or however many are left, Stephanie and the Tinkerer, or Harvey Gutermuth.”
“Why would you think Gutermuth is a suspect for this?” Jeff asked. “He refused to help her, didn’t he?”
“That’s what he told the police. But if the plan was to get me into a small area where the Casey-Bot blowing up would have the best chance of killing me, I can’t think of a better way to get the cops to do what you want than to pretend that your assassination tool is stalking you and has to be arrested.”
“That she’d be put down in holding would be a given,” Melville said. “But you actually showing up wasn’t a sure thing.”
“Yes, it was,” Chuckie said. “As Benjamin said earlier, the K-Nine unit requested it, and Kitty went.”
“But there wasn’t a guarantee that any of us would go to her,” Melville argued.
“Dude, come on. You guys focus on the weird. Our enemies know that. I’m on the side of thinking it was a pretty sure thing that this would catch your attention.”
Chuckie nodded. “I think the question is how they expected it to work.”
“Well, everything our enemies toss at us tends to be doing double duty. So, could it all have been an elaborate ruse just to get us to go through the gate and end up at Caliente Base? And if so, why?”
“I find it hard-to-impossible to believe that our enemies would have tried to blow you up but have ensured that, should you manage to escape, you’d end up in one of our Bases.” Jeff’s sarcasm knob was heading for eleven. “Unless everyone over there has been turned or mind-controlled, it makes no sense.”