“I’ll call Lynch and tell him what’s happening,” Jessie said. “This all started in London, so maybe he can find something or someone there to get a lead to Dyle.”
“No, I’ll call him.” Kendra took out her phone and moved down the pier. She could feel the panic rising through the haze of bewilderment surrounding her after listening to Biers’s incredible words. “Someone’s got to do something. We’ve got to do something. We can’t let him die. I won’t let that happen.”
CHAPTER
15
“IT’S PRETTY MUCH WHAT I thought could be happening,” Lynch said slowly when Kendra had finished. “After I found photos in Rye’s cloud account that showed incubators with organs in a lab at that factory. It could have been harvesting, and I don’t have the medical knowledge to prove that it wasn’t. But that wouldn’t have been in keeping with the man you believed Waldridge to be, so I had to trust your judgment.” He added ruefully, “Which meant I had to discard what seemed the obvious answer and look in another direction. You thought Waldridge was a miracle man, so I had to take a wild leap and start looking for miracles.”
She stiffened. “You didn’t tell me about any other photos.”
“The situation is a little dicey here with SOCA. They’re pretty skeptical of miracle cures and wanted to issue warrants for harvesting. I was having trouble convincing them to hold off until I could find some kind of proof one way or the other.”
“We still don’t have proof. We just have Biers’s story. I’ve been pushing Griffin, but he’s not been able to pull up anything on Dyle that’s not clean as the proverbial whistle.” She shivered. “Harvesting. It’s the furthest thing from what Waldridge would ever do. For God’s sake, he was trying to save lives. Yes, I thought it was a miracle what he did for me. But this is in an entire different class.”
“No, just on a bigger scale.” He paused. “But I can see how it would increase your hero worship to match that scale. Hell, I’m impressed.”
“Then find a way to get those British authorities to stop trying to build a case against him.” Her mind was leaping forward to scenarios that were far from pleasant. “All he needs is to have Dyle decide he needs a scapegoat, preferably one that permanently disappears, so that Dyle can bring out the Night Watch Project a few years down the road as his own creation.”
“Easy. I knew you’d be this upset. That’s why I didn’t call you until I could give you something concrete that was positive.”
“I could use positive at the moment.”
“It won’t be this moment. But I enlarged the photos of those incubators at the factory lab, and there were minute ID numbers on the sides. I traced the numbers to Cartwright Plastics in Brighton. It’s a small company, and there can’t be too many orders of the magnitude that Night Watch would need. But they’re not real efficient, and they’re dragging their feet. I’m driving down there as soon as they open in the morning and applying a little pressure to get them moving.”
“You’re trying to find out where they delivered them,” Kendra said. “And if there might be another lab.”
“When they took that equipment from the Croyden factory, they had to put it somewhere. And those organs could be worth millions to Dyle.”
“But not the billions he’d net if he gets the answers he wants from Waldridge.”
“If I can locate Dyle’s employees here, I might be able to get information that would help to find Waldridge,” Lynch said quietly. “And the first step is to find where they put those damn incubators. I’ll get back to you as soon as I know, Kendra.”
“I know you will.” She also knew he would be fast and smart and probably come up with all the right answers.
But it might not be in time.
“I can practically hear that mind of yours clicking away, and I’m not liking what it’s saying,” Lynch said. “Once I locate any of Dyle’s people here, that will be the end of it. I’ll see that they tell me anything I need to know.”
“You’ll hurt them,” she said dully.
“Yes, if they don’t cooperate. Are you going to tell me I shouldn’t?”
“No.” She swallowed. She had to ask it. “Biers said that Dyle is probably torturing Waldridge. And he said that he might kill him unless he gets what he wants. Do you think that’s the truth?”
He was silent.
“Lynch.”
“Considering the stakes, it’s more than likely the route Dyle will take.”
She had known that would be his answer because he was usually honest with her. But she still felt the panic race through her. “Considering the stakes,” she repeated unsteadily. “That’s all that’s important, isn’t it? Millions of people suffer or die, a good man who can save them suffers or dies. All because the stakes are so high that it makes it worthwhile to a man who wants to have enough power to rule the whole damn world.”