He had no answer.
“So, as I said before, why not try the truth for a change? You might just get what you want.”
He felt like he’d been backed into a corner by this old woman. There was no way to turn, he was unable to escape. How had this happened?
She waited, hands folded, smiling.
What the hell. “I’m a…a sort of special operative,” he said.
Her carefully painted eyebrows went up.
He took a deep, shuddering breath. He could latch on to nothing save the truth, and in an odd way he felt relieved. “My assignment is to find out what Mark Wu was bringing into this country and to get it.”
“Mark Wu. Yes, that makes sense. Who do you work for?”
“I work for the United States. Indirectly.”
“And where do I fit in?” the old woman asked.
“You gave something to Mark Wu at the airport, just before he got into a car and was chased down and killed. I want to know what you gave him. Beyond that, I’d like to know if he really was carrying plans for a new weapon, what that weapon is, and where those plans are now.”
She nodded very slowly. She took a sip of tea, replaced the cup. “Are you left-handed or right-handed?”
Gideon frowned. “Left-handed.”
She nodded again, as if this explained quite a bit. “Please extend your left hand.”
After a moment, Gideon complied. The woman took it gently with her right. For a moment, Gideon was aware only of the feel of her dry, withered skin against his. Then he almost cried out in surprise and dismay. Her hand seemed to be burning his own.
He jerked in his chair, and she released her grip.
“I will try to answer all your questions,” she said, hands once again folded on her knees. “Even though you are a professional liar, that is evidently part of your job. I see — I sense—that you are at heart a good person. And I think that by helping you, we can help ourselves.”
She took another sip of tea.
“Mark Wu was a scientist working on a secret project in China. He was also a devotee of Falun Dafa.” She nodded slowly, several times, letting the silence build. “As you may or may not know, Falun Dafa has been brutally suppressed in China. For this reason, Dafa has had to go underground in China. Deep underground.”
“Why have the Chinese done this?”
“Because we pose a threat to their monopoly on power. China has a long history of empires being brought down by charismatic spiritual movements. They are right to be afraid. Because Dafa not only challenges their assumptions about communism and totalitarian rule — but also challenges their new notions about the value of materialism and unbridled capitalism.”
“I see.” And Gideon did in fact see: here would be a prime motive for Wu’s defection. But then, what of the CIA honey trap?
“Because of the persecution, Dafa adherents in China must practice underground, in secret. But we remain linked with our Chinese brethren. We are all in touch with one another. Dafa requires a communal spirit. The government tried to block our websites and silence us — but they failed.”
“Is this why you said you’re in danger?”
“It is part of the reason.” She smiled. “You’re not drinking your tea.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Gideon raised the cup, took a gulp.
“Many Dafa adherents are scientists and computer engineers. We developed a powerful software program called Freegate. Perhaps you’ve heard of it.”
“It rings a bell.”
“We distributed it worldwide. It enables internet users from mainland China — and other countries — to view websites blocked by their governments. And it allows users to penetrate those firewalls certain governments use to block websites and social networking sites.”
Listening, Gideon took a more careful sip, found it excellent.
“Freegate servers disguise true IP addresses, so people can roam freely online. Right here at the Bergen Dafa Center, we have a massive Freegate server cluster. There are other locations across the world.”
Gideon finished his tea. “What does this have to do with Mark Wu?”
“Everything. You see, Mark Wu was bringing us a secret from China. A huge, huge secret.”
“Us? You mean, Falun Gong?”
She nodded. “It was all in place. He was going to pass it to us, and we were going to put it on our Freegate servers. We were going to broadcast this secret to the entire world.”
Gideon swallowed. “So. What is this huge secret?”
She smiled again. “We don’t know.”
“What do you mean? How could you not know? I don’t believe you.” The words tumbled out before he could stop himself.
Madame Chung let this pass. “Wu couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell us. Our job was to disseminate the information. That’s all.”
“And it was a super-weapon?”
“Perhaps. But I doubt it.”
Gideon stared at her. “Why?”
“Because that isn’t quite how Wu described it. He said it was a new technology that would allow China to conquer the world — to rule the world, I think he said. But we didn’t get the impression it was necessarily dangerous. Besides, I doubt he would have wanted the plans for a new weapon to be broadcast everywhere — that would put the information into the hands of terrorists.” She paused. “How unfortunate they murdered him first.”
“If he had the plans with him, where are they now?”
“We don’t know that, either. He was very secretive.”
“Surely he must have indicated to you where and when he’d pass you the plans.”
“We took the precaution of choosing which person should take possession. One of our technical contacts, Roger Marion, was to pick them up at a hotel room. We passed him Roger’s name when he arrived at the airport.” She paused, as if recollecting. “During the negotiation process, Wu did say something odd. He said he would need a few moments in his room to extract the information.”
“Extract? I don’t understand.”
“He used the Chinese phrase cai jian, which means ‘to extract or cut out.’ I had the impression the information was buried in something and that it had to be removed.”
Immediately Gideon thought back to the dirty X-rays. Maybe Wu had placed the information inside his body. “Wu also had a list of numbers that he’d memorized. What were those?”
She looked at him. “How do you know about the list of numbers?”
For a moment, Gideon held his breath. “Because I followed him from the airport. I saw his cab get rammed by the SUV. I dragged him free. He thought I was Roger Marion, he told me the numbers. I tried to save him. I failed.”
There was a lengthy silence. Finally, the old woman spoke again.
“We don’t know what the numbers mean, either. All he told us was the numbers had to be combined with the thing he was bringing to us. The two had to be put together for the secret to be complete. One without the other wouldn’t work — both were necessary. It was his way of protecting the secret. He was to give them both to Roger.”
“And you did all this for Wu — just on the basis of his assurances, without knowing what it was?
“Dr. Wu was a very advanced Dafa practitioner. His judgment was completely sound.”
He was close — very close, maddeningly close. “How did he describe this secret information? Was it a set of plans, a microchip — what?”
“He referred to it as an object. A thing.”
“Thing?”
“He used the word wù, which means ‘thing, object, solid matter.’ It’s also the Chinese word for ‘physics.’ Not the same word as his name, by the way. It’s pronounced wù, with the lower tone.”