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Whatever comes will come.

Then, with no warning, we banged down. "On the ground," said Squeej, as if it might have been possible not to notice.

***

Krestoff and Bong dragged heavy jackets out of stowage and pulled them on. "How about us?" said Alex. "You won't need them." That sounded ominous. The pilot came back into the cabin, opened the hatch, and the wind grabbed it and almost yanked it out of his hand. Cold air invaded the cabin. "Okay, you two," said Krestoff. "Let's move."

You betcha.

They herded us outside into minus-zero temperatures and a snow cover. I was chattering already. And I thought: They were going to kill us, after all. Just leave us to the storm. Bong opened the cargo compartment and took out our bags. Krestoff turned on a flashlight, pointed it at the luggage, and looked at Alex. "Get them," she said. We did. Then we waited while she got her bearings. She flashed the light around until it hit the corner of a building. "This way." I thought briefly about trying to jump them. There'd never be a better chance. But Bong stayed off to one side, and Krestoff, with the lamp in one hand and the scrambler in the other, kept behind us. The door in the skimmer closed, and the pilot, who was no dummy, stayed inside. Ahead, lights appeared in the storm. A postlight. And windows. It was a two-story house. With a deck. We climbed the steps, and Krestoff waved me off to one side. "Mr. Benedict, stand in front, please. This will be your home for the immediate future, so it needs to get to know you." "I'm cold," I said. "Can't we do this later?" She ignored me. "Let's get it done, please." Alex gave the sensors a look, then stepped aside, and I took his place. When I'd finished, the front door opened. We hurried in and dropped our bags on a carpeted floor. I'm not sure what I expected. But there was nobody home. The temperatures were just a notch higher than outside. Krestoff looked around. Given some heat, it might have been a comfortable little place. The furniture was by no means lush, but it looked okay: a sofa, three chairs, and some tables, one with a chess set. Dark drapes, frozen at the moment, but they'd thaw. A fireplace with a stack of logs. Pictures of mountain views and seascapes on the walls. Bookshelves with four or five books, and some plastic flowers in a vase. A staircase rose to the second floor. "It'll warm up in a little while," said Krestoff. I started over to get a fire going, but she waved me away. "When we're out of here, there'll be plenty of time to do that. You've a working AI. Her name is Kellie." She checked the time. Apparently late for an appointment. "Say hello, Kellie." A female voice responded: "I am at your service, Alexander." "You've enough supplies to last two weeks. Someone will be back before then to refurbish things. You have a refrigerator, and there's a storage compartment in back. "There's also a utility shed on the west side of the building. "You can't communicate with anyone except us. If you want to talk to us, tell Kellie to put you through. If you try to manipulate the AI, or break into the comm system, it will shut down. Self-destruct, actually.

And maybe take you with it. I'm not sure about that detail. So it's probably best to stay away from it." Another smile. "Do we have any jackets here?" asked Alex. "No. You've no need for them. You won't be going anywhere. There are blankets. The temperature tonight is forty below. The wind is thirty, out of the south, so you'll want to stay inside. You're a long way from anybody who can help you." I could feel warm air coming through the vents. "You have a complete range of HV reception. You can watch anything you want. You can't interact, of course. Sorry about that." "Where are we?" asked Alex. "You're on the Valeria Reservation. It's government property. No one will bother you here. But you are at a substantial altitude. Be careful if you go outside. "You're probably wondering whether we have the place wired. We see no need to intrude on your privacy. You'll probably not want to believe that, but-" She shrugged. "Do you have any questions?" "Yes," said Alex. "What happens now?" "Someone will be here shortly to see you. Beyond that, I have no information." I was still cold. "Where are the blankets?" "Upstairs in the master bedroom." She graced me with a lascivious smile. Knew exactly what I wanted. "There's a closet." She glanced over at her partner. "Are we forgetting anything, Corel?" "I think that covers it." His pronunciation was perfect. The guy looked like a thug, but I decided he was smarter than he looked. "When can we expect our visitor?" asked Alex. Krestoff did a casual shrug. "Don't know." She and Bong exchanged looks. And left. Kellie closed the door behind them. I went over to the window and watched them climb back into the skimmer. Moments later the vehicle rose into the falling snow and was quickly swallowed by the storm. "What's it about?" I asked Alex. "Hold on a second. Let's get warm first." He went upstairs and, moments later, came down with an armful of blankets. I threw some logs and a starter into the fireplace and pushed the button. A jet ignited the starter and, moments later, the logs began to burn. We dragged two chairs close in. Alex handed me a blanket. They were cold, but that wouldn't last long. I pulled mine over my shoulders and sank onto one of the chairs. It was hard as rock. "So," I said, as we started to get comfortable, "what's it about?" "They think we found out what Vicki Greene knew." "Did we?" "No." "Maybe we should tell them we don't know." "It wouldn't matter, Chase. We now know beyond a doubt she found out something . It's beyond simple inference at this stage." "You think they're going to kill us?" "If they wanted to do that, they'd have done it already." He adjusted his blanket. "I don't think the heating unit's working. Anyhow, they can't have us turning up dead. Or even disappearing." "Too much publicity?" "Right. The last thing they want is to attract attention." "So what's the secret?" "I'm not sure yet." "Ummm. I hate to mention this, Alex-" "Yeah?" "But if they can't kill us, and they can't have us disappear-" "You're probably right, Chase."

"They're going to do a lineal block." "That would be my guess." "It's what happened to Vicki." Alex stared into the fire, and his eyes hardened.

TWENTY

"Dr. Ventnor, every door opens into another room, or another corridor. There are no windows. No exit. How do we get out?" "You're wrong, Howie. There is a way out. McComber made that quite clear." "But McComber's body is in the dining room. He never got out himself." "Yes. I know. I wish I had an easy explanation for that."

- Love You to Death

I fell asleep in the chair while the storm howled at the windows. There were two bedrooms upstairs, but I was happy near the fire. Occasionally I heard Alex moving around the room. Toward dawn, the storm stopped, or at least it lost its energy. Alex had apparently drawn the curtains. I padded across the floor and peeked out through them. The snow, illuminated by the light from the window, stretched away into a gray haze. I thought about Vicki, who'd gone through something like this, too. Except that she'd been alone with whatever it was she'd found out. And Jennifer Kelton, thirty years ago, apparently driven to tears by the same secret.

Calient .

It doesn't matter anymore, she'd said about the religious ceremony at her daughter's wedding.

It doesn't matter anymore.