An olive blur flashed across the screen. The homeowner toppled over in a pool of blood. A gator with spindly horse legs dragged him through the barrier into the lagoon. The camera panned away.
How could he have missed it? The murders were precursors to the possession of the lagoon. Sneed decided he better turn off the prison cameras and kick the Lagoon Watcher’s ass until he tells him how to reverse this ungodly mess. And he would reverse it. He wouldn’t fail this city. No, it wasn’t his failure, Sneed thought. He hadn’t screwed this up. His investigation had been impaired because the key witnesses had withheld the real story.
“Sir, I know how we…”
“Here’s what I know.” The sheriff cut him off again. “It goes from the northern tip of the lagoon, into the Banana River on the east side of Merritt Island, and then stops down south at the Sebastian Inlet. Eight bridges that were in its way exploded simultaneously. The casualty count will be several hundred.” Sheriff Brandt lowered his head with a sigh. “The beachside has been completely cut off from the mainland. The only way out over land is the two-lane Kennedy Parkway all the way to the north. NASA has closed that road to public traffic. It has focused on securing the Space Center. Their bridges were destroyed too, so they’re pinned in by-I don’t know what the hell it is. Terrorists? Aliens? Good Lord, Sneed this is your case. You must have some kind of idea.”
Sneed opened his mouth, but all the answers he could think of would make him sound like an incompetent boob. The Lagoon Watcher had rambled on about these tiny Star Trek type things that controlled the bacteria. At least, he thought they were the ramblings of an aged hippie on a bad acid trip. Swartzman, and even his dopy student, had told him that the Lagoon Watcher had a point. How could he have believed them? That would have meant disregarding his investigation team’s work, which obviously had been muddled up by the uncooperative witness.
An incoming call spared Sneed from answering the sheriff’s questions.
“It’s from Patrick Air Force Base,” Sneed said.
“Put it on speaker,” the sheriff said.
Turning his head away from his boss, Sneed grimaced. Brandt’s massive ego wouldn’t let his lead detective take charge of this call.
“This is Sheriff Brandt. I’m here with Detective Sneed.”
“We’re in a tough spot here, boys,” Brigadier General Colon said before Sneed could even say hello. “I’ve patched Special Agent Cam Carter with the FBI into this call.”
“This case is officially under federal jurisdiction,” said a man with a deep voice, presumably Carter. Sneed expected him to tell the local yokels to go fuck off and hang up. “Have your officers set up a perimeter around the mainland side of the lagoon. Don’t let any civilians approach it. If something emerges through the bubble, shoot to kill. I don’t care if it’s a damn puppy. Send all your choppers and your best men to the beachside. I’m talking SWAT team-the toughest sons of bitches you’ve got. We’re commencing a civilian evacuation and it’ll be hell keeping this from breaking into a riot.”
Oh great, Sneed thought, now the Brevard County Sheriff’s Office gets to serve as tackling dummies for the FBI.
“And what, if you’ll don’t mind me asking, will your federal agents and soldiers be doing to defend our country?” Sneed asked.
“We’re doing plenty,” Colon snapped. “We won’t let any force-no matter where it came from-put our base under siege. The top federal priorities are this air base and the Space Center. No one exits north near NASA.”
“Do you realize how many chopper trips it’ll take to evacuate the entire beachside? We’re talking about over 50,000 people.” Sneed couldn’t handle any more spilt blood on his watch.
“I’ll put a call into state. We’ll get every helicopter in Florida into the county,” Sheriff Brandt said. “Our team will make it work.”
“That’s fine, but don’t forget that this is an ongoing investigation,” Agent Carter said. “We’ve examined footage of the explosions that destroyed the bridges. They’re consistent with the detonation patterns of the bombs that were stolen from Patrick. There were sixteen blasts-one for each missing bomb. That yellow shield is harder to explain.”
“Bullets bounce right off it. So do grenades,” Colon said. “But when one of those creatures stages an attack, it steps right through it like a ghost.”
Sneed couldn’t fathom any explanation besides the work of those mini cyborgs that the Lagoon Watcher had described. He couldn’t admit that now. How much of a moron would he look like if he revealed that the main suspect had spilled his guts about the whole operation, and he didn’t do shit about it?
A familiar sensation of pain seared Sneed’s heart. He recognized it as a fleeting ember from the bonfire that had roasted him from the inside out when his brother had been gunned down.
As the higher ups discussed the logistics of their plan, Sneed saw an incoming call from the hospital. He knew only one person holed up in there with his direct dial. Sneed patched it into the conference call.
“Now hold on there partners,” Sneed said so loud that he cut off their jabbering. “All this strategizing won’t do us a lick of good if we don’t know what we’re up against. I’ve got somebody on this here line that had a first-hand run in with one of those mutated animals.”
“Boss?” Nina Skillings asked.
When Skillings woke up two days ago, Sneed had spoken with her briefly, but she hadn’t emerged from the post-surgery fog at that point. Hoping she had regained her senses, Sneed told her to recount her story.
“A pelican-of all things-crashed right through my windshield,” Skillings said. “I’ve got a head wrapped with bandages and this damn neck brace to prove it.”
“I wish you a speedy recovery,” Carter said. “Now let’s get back to work.”
“This officer nearly lost her life in the line of duty,” Sneed said. Sheriff Brandt actually showed some spine by nodding in agreement. Yet, he didn’t vocalize his feelings so the federal officers could hear them. “You should…”
“I can defend myself, thank you sir,” Skillings said. “But I won’t waste your time arguing whether I’m worthy of being on this phone with you. I saw what’s going on in the lagoon. If I hadn’t been struck by that damn pelican, I would have cut this mess off.”
“And how would you have done that?” Colon asked.
“That girl, Mariella, is the key to everything. She’s the sparkplug that makes it run. Right before the car chase, I got in a heated argument with Officer Williams about the girl. She got real defensive-almost to the point of shooting me. Remember how the girl drew a picture of a beheaded dog and the dog of her classmates got killed the same way? That wasn’t the only time Mariella has predicted a murder, or ordered one. She drew the marina fire that killed the teenager.”
“I appreciate your concerns officer, but that’s not a likely scenario,” Colon said.
“It explains everything,” Skillings countered. “How come an animal didn’t attack Moni before she caught the Lagoon Watcher, but a pelican saved him from me? He didn’t send that bird. The girl did. She knew I would have blown her cover so she had me taken out of the picture. She should have known that no stink’n bird could put me down for the count.”
Her story fit perfectly with what the Lagoon Watcher had said. Those little cyborgs had taken control of the girl. Skillings must still sell the story to Sheriff Brandt, who raked his fingers over his sweaty scalp before addressing her. “Officer Skillings, as much as I admire your bravery in the line of duty, we’ve got a lot of concerns that must…”
“She has it right. That’s what we’ve been missing,” interjected Sneed. “Officer Williams has been uncooperative ever since she took our key witness as a foster child. Everywhere that so-called child went, all kinds of deformed varmints followed. Moni played it up like they were victims. That’s bullshit. They were in on it the whole time.”