“Paul Hood,” she said flatly. “I didn’t expect to hear from you again.”
“Frankly, I didn’t expect to be calling,” he fired back.
As a rule, Hood had not been a booster of psychiatry or profiling. He still was not sure it deserved the validity and effort law enforcement gave it. Occasionally, however, it offered useful insights.
Gordon snickered. “Touché. What can I do for you?”
“Has Bob kept you abreast of the situation in China?”
“I read his summary before leaving,” she said.
“There’s been a new development,” Hood said. “The nonmilitary individual was eliminated, apparently by his rival.”
“The man who was hit in Charleston and Taipei struck back,” she said.
“Right.”
Hood knew that Liz would understand his shorthand. There were English-speakers on board the aircraft. The engines were loud but not that loud. Some of them might overhear.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” she said.
“Why?”
“Soldiers are not diplomats. They run out of words and patience faster than other people,” Liz told him. “Where did this happen?”
“At a base in the east.”
“Isn’t this his rocket being launched?” Liz asked.
“Yes.”
“Why isn’t he there?”
“The big man says he is staying at home to oversee the investigation,” Hood told her. “Perhaps he is concerned that the deceased succeeded in his alleged plot to boobytrap the mission.”
“Why wouldn’t he tell that to the PM?” she asked. “If he was responsible for this incident at the base, there is sure to be an inquiry. He will be a likely suspect. Information about a plot against the mission would give our man a reason for having acted the way he did.”
She had a point.
“Do we even know why the deceased went there?” Liz asked.
“No.”
“People tend to confront other people face-to-face for one of two reasons,” Liz said. “Either they are flat-out nuts, or they have a virtuous cause and strength of numbers behind them. Was this man crazy?”
“Not at all,” Hood said.
“Then he must have known something, or had something that he wanted to present to his rival. That’s the information you should be looking for, information that may have been worth killing for.”
“Mr. Hood!” Anita said urgently.
Hood looked over. She was pointing to her father’s laptop. He nodded and held up a finger.
“Liz, this has been helpful. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Are you doing okay?” he added as an afterthought.
“Just peachy,” she replied. “Go. We’ll talk later.”
“Thanks again,” he said.
He folded away his cell phone as Anita typed a translation on the laptop. When she was finished, she handed the device to Hood. It was an incomplete E-mail from Guoanbu Director Chou. It had been sent around the time of the explosion. It read:
I have come to Zhuhai to question Tam Li about a deployment being carried out under his command. It is a response to Taiwan’s standard fielding of a non-aggressive military force for one of our launches. I believe the general plans to attack the enemy with overwhelming firepower. He is holding us on the tarmac, not permitting us to contact
FORTY-NINE
After landing at the airfield fifty kilometers south of the complex, Prime Minister Le Kwan Po had placed a call to the Ministry of National Defense. The minister confirmed that General Tam Li had reported organizing an appropriate “ready response” to the Taiwanese deployment. He had no information about Chou Shin’s report of “overwhelming firepower.”
“When was the last time you communicated with Tam Li?” the prime minister inquired.
“He called to inform me of the explosion,” the minister replied.
“You have had no other reports of activity in the east?”
“None,” the minister said.
Le was not surprised. Those reports would have originated at Zhuhai and been disseminated throughout the national defense system. The PLA was not equipped to spy on itself, and it did not have reciprocal arrangements with other nations. Still, someone was lying, either Chou Shin or Tam Li. The prime minister could not imagine the intelligence director sending an E-mail claiming an attack was being prepared unless he could have supported his claim.
“If there were an unusual deployment, and it were not reported to you, how long would it take to get independent corroboration?” the prime minister asked.
“Do you have reason to suspect that something is wrong?” the minister asked urgently.
“I cannot go into that now,” Le said.
“Mr. Prime Minister, if there is a threat to our national defense—”
“I received an uncorroborated report of a possible PLAAF buildup in Tam Li’s command sector,” Le said quickly. He did not have time to debate with the stubborn minister.
“A report from who?”
“Chou Shin, just before his death,” the prime minister answered impatiently.
“He was a patriot,” the minister said. “Radar at the Nanjiang Military Region is piped to the Coordinated Air Command in Beijing,” the minister went on. “That tells us at once how many aircraft are in the skies. At the moment I see nothing unusual apart from the required patrols.” He added, “I would tell you, Mr. Prime Minister, if it were otherwise.”
“You are not someone I doubt,” Le replied truthfully.
“Nor I, you,” the minister told him. “But this information is not deeply useful to us.”
“Why?”
“It would not take long to put several squadrons from the Nanjiang bases into the air and over the strait,” the minister said.
“Can you override Tam Li’s authority?”
“Not until and unless he actually does something that overreaches established protocol or expressed policy. So far, he has acted in accordance with the rules of preemptive engagement regarding Taiwan and air-lane security for a launch path.”
“What does air-lane security entail?”
“PLAAF jets are scrambled to patrol well beyond the boundaries of the rocket’s course,” the minister said. “That prevents enemy aircraft from moving in and compromising rocket integrity.”
“You mean firing a missile,” Le said.
“Yes. The Russians and Americans have been known to observe our launches from high-altitude fighters.”
“Our jets are already in the air?” Le asked.
“They are. A little premature but not alarmingly so.”
Tam Li was doing everything according to schedule. He was not a fool. There was also a chance that he was not guilty.
Le thanked the minister and asked for updates if and when they became available. He sat back and looked out the tinted windows at the rustic countryside. It was possible that Chou Shin had been trying to frame the general. The intelligence director had been responsible for several explosions over the past few days. Perhaps he had gone to Zhuhai to attack the general’s command post. The prime minister was willing to believe that Tam Li had struck directly at his foe, destroying the aircraft. The same could also be true of Chou Shin. His own explosives may have detonated prematurely.
Whatever the truth, there was nothing Le could do now but wait.
Wait, and hope that Paul Hood came up with something that might not be on the radar.
FIFTY
The Xichang Satellite Launch Center was one of three major launch sites in China. The other two were located in Jiuquan and Taiyuan. The Jiuquan site was built in 1968, one thousand miles from Beijing in the Gobi Desert. It was an old site but due to its geographical location was ideal for the launch of both manned and unmanned orbital missions. Taiyuan Satellite Launch Center was primarily a test site that was ideally situated for the launch of polar-orbiting spacecraft. It was the newest of the Chinese space centers, and began operations in 1988.