My buddy Beth gave me a curt glance and said to Nash, the eye-fucker, "I have no problem with that either."
George Foster pointed out, "Any meeting, interview, interrogation, or working session at which Ted is present, the FBI will also be present."
I was really getting the crap kicked out of me, and I was wondering if Max was going to pull the plug on me.
The reasonable Mr. Foster went on, "My area of concern is domestic terrorism. Ted Nash is concerned with international espionage." He looked at me, Max, and Penrose, and said, "You are investigating a homicide under New York State law. If we all keep out of one another's way, we'll be fine. I won't play homicide detective if you won't play defenders of the free world. Fair? Logical? Workable? Absolutely."
I looked at Nash and asked him bluntly, "Who do you work for?"
"I'm not at liberty to say at this time." He added, "Not the Department of Agriculture."
"Fooled me," I said sarcastically. "You guys are sharp."
Penrose suggested, "Detective Corey, can we have a word outside?"
I ignored her and pressed on with Mr. Nash. I needed to get seven points on the board, and I knew how to do it. I said to Nash, "We'd like to go to Plum Island tonight."
He looked surprised. "Tonight? There aren't any ferries running-"
"I don't need a government ferry. We'll take Max's police boat."
"Out of the question," said Nash.
"Why?"
"The island is off-limits," he said.
"This is a murder investigation," I reminded him. "Didn't we just agree that Chief Maxwell, Detective Penrose, and I are investigating a murder?"
"Not on Plum Island you're not."
"We sure are." I love this stuff. I really do. I hoped Penrose was seeing what a putz this guy was.
Mr. Nash said, "There is no one on Plum now."
I replied, "There are security people on Plum now, and I want to speak to them. Now."
"In the morning and not on the island."
"Now, and on the island, or I'll get a judge out of bed and get a search warrant."
Mr. Nash stared at me and said, "It is unlikely that a local judge would issue a search warrant for U.S. government property: You would need to involve an assistant United States attorney and a federal judge. I assume you know that if you're a homicide detective, and what you may also know is that neither a U.S. attorney nor a federal judge will be enthusiastic about issuing such a warrant if it involves national security." He added, "So don't bluff and bluster."
"How about if I threaten?"
Finally, Max had had enough of Mr. Nash, whose sheep's clothing was slipping. Max said to Nash, " Plum Island may be federal land, but it's part of the Township of Southold, the County of Suffolk, and the State of New York. I want you to get us authorization to go to the island tomorrow, or we'll get a court order."
Mr. Nash now tried to sound pleasant. "There's really no need to go to the island, Chief."
Detective Penrose found herself on my side, of course, and said to her new friend, "We have to insist, Ted."
Ted? Wow, I really missed some stuff in the lousy hour I was late.
Ted and Beth looked at each other, tortured souls, torn between rivalry and ribaldry. Finally, Mr. Ted Nash, of the Bug Security Agency or whatever, said, "Well… I'll make a call about that."
"Tomorrow, a.m.," I said. "No later."
Mr. Foster didn't let the opportunity pass to tweak Mr. Nash and said, "I think we're all in agreement that we're going out there tomorrow morning, Ted."
Mr. Nash nodded. By now he'd stopped batting his eyelids at Beth Penrose and was concentrating his passions on me. He looked at me and said, "At some point, Detective Corey, if we determine that a federal crime has taken place, we probably won't need your services any longer."
I had reduced Teddy-boy to pettiness, and I knew when to leave well enough alone. I'd come back from a verbal drubbing, slain the slick Ted, and reclaimed the love of Lady Penrose. I'm terrific. I was really feeling better, feeling like my old unpleasant self again. Also, these characters needed a little fire under their asses. Rivalry is good. Competition is American. What if Dallas and New York were pals?
The other four characters were now making small talk, rummaging around the cardboard box and doing coffee stuff, trying to re-establish the amity and equilibrium that they'd established before Corey showed up. I got another beer from the fridge, then addressed Mr. Nash in a professional tone. I asked him, "What kind of bugs do they play around with on Plum? I mean, why would anyone, any foreign power, want bugs that cause hoof-and-mouth disease or Mad Cow Disease? Tell me, Mr. Nash, what I'm supposed to worry about so when I can't get to sleep tonight, I have a name for it."
Mr. Nash didn't reply for a good while, then cleared his throat and said, "I suppose you should know how high the stakes are here…" He looked at me, Max, and Penrose, then said, "Regardless of your security clearance, or lack of, you are sworn police officers, so-"
I said amiably, "Nothing you say will leave this room." Unless it suits me to blab it to someone else.
Nash and Foster looked at each other, and Foster nodded. Nash said to us, "You all know, or may have read, that the United States no longer engages in biological warfare research or development. We've signed a treaty to that effect."
"That's why I love this country, Mr. Nash. No bug bombs here."
"Right. However… there are certain diseases that make the transition between legitimate biological study and potential biological weapons. Anthrax is one such disease. As you know"-he looked at Max, Penrose, and me-"there have always been rumors that Plum Island is not only an animal disease research facility, but something else."
No one responded to that.
He continued, "In fact, it is not a biological warfare center. There is no such thing in the United States. However, I'd be less than truthful if I didn't say that biological warfare specialists sometimes visit the island to be briefed and to read reports on some of these experiments. In other words, there is a crossover between animal and human disease, between offensive biological warfare and defensive biological warfare."
Convenient crossovers, I thought.
Mr. Nash sipped his Java, considered, then continued, "African swine fever, for instance, has been associated with HIV. We study African swine fever on Plum, and the news media makes up this junk about… whatever. Same with Rift Valley fever, the Hanta virus, and other retroviruses, and the filoviruses such as Ebola Zaire and Ebola Marburg… "
The kitchen was really quiet, like everyone knew this was the scariest topic in the universe. I mean, when it was nuclear weapons, people were either fatalistic or never believed it was going to happen. With biological warfare or biological terrorism, it was imaginable. And if the right plague got loose, it was lights out world, and not in a quick incandescent flash, but slowly, as it spread from the sick to the healthy, and the dead lay rotting where they fell, a Grade B movie coming to your neighborhood soon.
Mr. Nash continued in that sort of half-reluctant, half-hey-look-what-I-know-that-you-don't kind "of voice. He said, "So… these diseases can and do infect animals, and therefore their legitimate study would fall under the jurisdiction of the Department of Agriculture… The department is trying to find a cure for these diseases, to protect American livestock and by extension to protect the American public, because even though there is usually a species barrier in regard to animal diseases infecting humans, we're discovering that some of these diseases can jump species… With the recent Mad Cow Disease in Britain, for instance, there is some evidence that people were infected by this disease… "