"What now?" he said.
"Please pop the trunk."
He reached inside the car and pulled a release as he said. "I'm telling you right now, that it ain't going in no evidence locker in my precinct or at HQ. No one's going to cooperate, even if I wanted them to."
"it has to be stored," I simply said. "There's a twelvepack of beer in here."
"So I didn't want to have to bother stopping for it later."
"One of these days, you're going to get in trouble." I shut the trunk of his city-owned police car.
"Well, how about you store the uranium at your office," he said.
"Fine." I got in. "I can do that."
"So, how was it?" he asked, starting the engine.
I gave him a summary, leaving out as much scientific detail as I could.
"You're telling me that someone tracked nuclear waste into your Benz?" he asked, baffled.
"That's the way it appears. I need to stop by and talk to Lucy again."
"Why? What's she got to do with it?"
"I don't know that she does," I said as he drove down he mountain. "I have a rather wild idea."
I hate it when you get those."
Janet looked worried when I was back at their door, this time with Marino.
"Is everything all right?" she asked, letting us in.
"I think I need your help," I said. "Strike that. What I mean is that both of us do."
Lucy was sitting on the bed, a notebook open in her lap.
She looked at Marino. "Fire away. But we charge for consultations."
He sat by the fire, while I took a chair close to him.
"This person who has been getting into CP amp;L's computer," I said. "Do we know what else he has gotten into besides customer billing?" -f can't say we know everything," Lucy replied. "But the billing is a certainty, and customer info is in general."
"Meaning what?" Marino asked.
"Meaning that the information about customers includes billing addresses, phone numbers, special services, energyuse averaging, and some customers are part of a stocksharing program-". "Let's talk about stock sharing," I stopped her. "I'm involved in that program. Part of my check every month buys stock in CP amp;L, and therefore the company has some financial information on me, including my bank account and social security number." I paused, thinking. "Could that sort of thing be important to this hacker?"
"Theoretically, it could," Lucy said. "Because you've got to remember that a huge database like CP amp;L's isn't going to reside in any one place. They've got other systems with gateways leading to them, which might explain the hacker's interest in the mainframe in Pittsburgh."
"Maybe it explains something to you," said Marino, who always got impatient with Lucy's computer talk. "But it don't explain shit to me."
"If you think of the gateways as major corridors on a map-like 1-95, for example," she patiently said, "then if you go from one to the other, theoretically you could start cruising the global web. You could pretty much get into anything you want."
"Like what?" he asked. "Give me an example that I can relate to."
She rested the notebook in her lap and shrugged. "If I broke into the Pittsburgh computer, my next stop would be at AT amp;T."
"That computer's a gateway into the telephone system?" I asked.
"It's one of them. And that's one of the suspicions Jan and I have been working on-that this hacker's trying to figure out ways to steal electricity and phone time."
"Of course, at the moment this is just a theory," Janet said. "So far, nothing has come up that might tell us what the hacker's motive is. But from the FBI's perspective, the break-ins are against the law. That's what counts."
"Do you know which CP amp;L customer records were accessed?" I asked.
"We know that this person has access to all customers," Lucy replied. "And we're talking millions. But as for individual records that we know were looked at in more detail, those were few. And we have them."
"I'm wondering if I could see them," I said.
Lucy and Janet paused.
"What for?" Marino asked as he continued to stare at me. "What are you getting at, Doc?"
"I'm getting at that uranium fuels nuclear power plants, and CP amp;L has two nuclear power plants in Virginia and one in Delaware. Their mainframe is being broken into. Ted Eddings called my office with radioactivity questions. In his home PC he had all sorts of files on North Korea and suspicions that they were attempting to manufacture weapons-grade plutonium in a nuclear reactor."
"And the minute we start looking into anything in Sandbridge we get a prowler," Lucy added. "Then someone slashes our tires and Detective Roche threatens you. Now Danny Webster comes to Richmond and ends up dead and it appears that whoever killed him tracked uranium into your car." She looked at me. "Tell me what you need to see."
I did not require a complete customer list, for that would be virtually all of Virginia, including my office and me.
But I was interested in any detailed billing records that were at'Lussed, and what I was shown was curious but short. Out of five names, I recognized all but one.
"Does anybody know who Joshua Hayes is? He has a post office box in Suffolk," I said.
"All we know so far," said Janet, "is that he's a farmer."
"All right," I moved on. "We've got Brett West, who is an executive at CP amp;L. I can't remember his title." I looked at the printout.
"Executive Vice President in charge of Operations," Jan et said.
"He lives in one of those brick mansions near you, Doc," Marino said. "In Windsor Farms."
"He used to. If you study his billing address," Janet pointed out, "you'll see it changed as of last October. It appears he moved to Williamsburg."
There were two other CP amp;L executives whose records had been perused by whoever was illegally prowling the Internet. One was the CEO, the other the president. But it was the identity of the fifth electronic victim that truly frightened me.
"Captain Green." I stared at Marino, stunned.
His face was vague. "I got no idea who you're talking about."
"He was present at the Inactive Ship Yard when I got Eddings' body out of the water," I said. "He's with Navy Investigative Services."
"I hear you." Marino's face darkened, and Lucy and Janet's IOC case dramatically shifted before their eyes.
"Maybe it's not surprising this person breaking in would be curious about the highest-ranking officials of the corporation he's violating, but I don't see how NIS fits in," Janet said.
"I'm not sure I want to know how it might," I said.
"But if what Lucy has to say about gateways is relevant, then maybe the final stop for this hacker is certain people's telephone records."
"Why?" Marino asked.
"To see who they were calling." I paused. "The son of information a reporter might be interested in, for example."
Getting up from the chair, I began to pace about as fear tingled along my nerves. I thought of Eddings poisoned in his boat, of Black Talons and uranium, and I remembered that Joel Hand's farm was in Tidewater somewhere.
"This person named Dwain Shapiro who owned the bible you found in Eddings' house," I said to Marino. "He allegedly died in a carjacking. Do we have any further information on that?"
"Right now we don't."
"Danny's death could have been signed out as the same sort of thing," I said.
"Or yours could have. Especially because of the type of car. If this were a hit, maybe the assailant didn't know that Dr. Scarpetta isn't a man," Janet said. "Maybe the gunman was cocky and only knew what you would be driving."