She glanced down when she finally spoke. “Me? Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to Livermore, at least not for a while. Too many memories of Uncle Mike there — but it goes deeper than that. Whenever I think of the nuclear community, I remember all the years I had spent trusting him, how he and my father worked on all those tests together.”
She hesitated. “It could be a good opportunity, actually. I’ve never lived outside of California for any length of time, except when I went to college — but now is the best time to go somewhere else. I just need to get away, get my life together.”
Anxious to distract himself, Craig took another sip of his beer, saddened that she wouldn’t be close any more, but he also understood why she couldn’t stay — not with the memories she had to deal with. It reminded him of Trish’s leaving all over again.…
But this was different. He could never confuse Paige for Trish, and her reason for leaving wasn’t to follow a burning goal that consumed everything else. It was just to find some personal peace. For the time being.
He swallowed. “So where do you think you’ll go?”
She took another sip of her dark beer and placed it on the table, running the back of her hand across her lips. In the arena below, the horses thundered around in a circle. “DOE has openings at several of the labs back east — Brookhaven maybe, or Oak Ridge. I’ve got connections, and good references, and my clearance transfers.”
“Brookhaven? Where’s that?”
“In New York.” She looked out over the court assembling below them, troops of knights in shining armor, flashing their pennants. A princess in a conical hat strutted around the arena, followed by ladies in waiting who carried her filmy train. In the front ranks, one muscular knight sat rigidly at attention on his prancing stallion; the knight brought up his sword to salute King Arthur.
Craig felt a sinking feeling come over him. New York? The other side of the country. It was Trish all over again. In defeat, he gave her a wan smile.
Paige continued. “But I’ve been looking at going to Argonne instead. Fermilab, near Chicago. I know some people there, and I’m sure I could get a few good leads just by picking up the phone. I’ve never really been in the Midwest — it’s supposed to be peaceful out there, a lot more laid back, more neighborly. I don’t know. I might stay there for a while, for as long as I can stand the cold winters, then head back to California. The west will always be home for me, but I’ve got to shake this out of my system.”
The waitress brought another beer for both of them. Craig fumbled for his wallet, but Paige beat him to it. “This one’s on me.” She left a tip sure to bring the waitress back.
Craig clinked his glass against Paige’s. “Then here’s to all of us good guys.”
“Here, here.” She stared at him with her clear blue eyes as she drank. From her serious expression, she seemed to be reading his own turmoil, his own confused thoughts.
Craig felt his face grow warm. If he let Paige go now without saying something about his feelings for her, he’d end up kicking himself forever. She wasn’t Trish. And that was all behind him. It was time to move on with his life — and now was the time to start.
He set down his beer and opened his mouth, finally getting up the courage to say —
“Hi, kids!” A slurred voice came from beside him.
Craig turned to look over his shoulder. Maggie the Mind Reader. A bright green parrot sat perched on her shoulder. Walking with a visible stagger, she stopped in front of their seats. “It’s about time you two showed up. I hoped you would make my last show. Too late now.”
“We got a little busy.” Craig smiled, then looked at Paige. He felt the tension flow from him, leaving a sense of disappointment. The moment had passed.…
Paige leaned forward, laughing. “When do you go on again? We’d love to see your act.”
“Sorry, Sweetie.” Maggie placed her hands on the narrow table and leaned toward them. “That was really my last show. I gave my notice. Time to move on, but I’m making one last swing through the pit.”
“You’re kidding,” Craig said. “I thought you told me old showgirls never die.”
“They don’t.”
“Then what are you going to do?” Paige asked.
The parrot squawked and flapped its wings. Maggie turned to give it a shush. Turning back, she blinked at them. “I’m going away. Just like you two. But old Maggie’s going to get away from all the free booze, then pack it in to San Diego where I’ll start over. I’ve got grandkids there.”
Craig blinked. “And do your mind reading act in San Diego? Do they have enough clubs for that?”
“Clubs? What the hell are you talking about, Sweetie? I’m going to work in a pet store. I love animals.”
Craig laughed as Paige patted the chair next to her. “Sit down. How about one more mind reading before you go?”
Maggie glanced at Paige, then back to Craig. She shook her head. “You kids don’t need old Maggie to read your minds — what you need is some time alone.” She winked and turned, walking away with a slight stagger.
Paige placed her hand on top of Craig’s and squeezed — but she left it there, caressing the tops of his fingers.
Embarrassed and self-conscious, Craig laughed as the old woman left, feeling Paige’s touch burning his skin. “Now that’s a wild way to end a day. This place is going to miss her. What an act, even if she really can’t read minds.” He turned to Paige.
She looked at him with her sparkling blue eyes. “Who’s to say she can’t?”
DEDICATION
To the men and women of the Nevada Test Site — who endured long hours and separation from family for their nation’s defense
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
As usual, a great many people helped us in the writing of this book. In particular, we would like to thank: Janet Berliner, Mark A. Johnson, Brooke Buddemeier, Deb Ray, Kathleen Dyer, Leslie Lauderdale, young Chris Westbrook, Gorgiana Alonzo, Ginjer Buchanan, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Brian Lipson, Richard Curtis, Amy Meo, Lil Mitchell, Rebecca Moesta Anderson, and Cindy Beason.
AUTHORS’ NOTE
Although the Nevada Nuclear Test Site, the Device Assembly Facility, Nellis Air Force Range, Groom Lake, and other places in this novel actually exist, the authors have taken liberty in detailing the descriptions, not only to add to this story, but to prevent any unwarranted breaches of national security. No nuclear storage compound exists at Omega Mountain. The authors have never had actual access to the Device Assembly Facility or the supposed Groom Lake installation known as Area 51, and all characters and circumstances depicted herein are purely the product of the authors’ imaginations. All details involving security, nuclear weapons, and other devices can readily be found in declassified public sources.
All circumstances and characters in this novel are fictional. The views and opinons, expressed or implied, are solely those of the authors and are not meant to reflect the views of the Department of Defense, the Department of Energy, the Nevada Test Site, the U.S. Air Force, the FBI, or the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory.