Frank Schätzing - Limit

Oleg looked at Julian intently. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘What?’

‘That we’re running out of time.’

Julian held the Russian’s gaze. He tried to get the words out several times, then turned his head towards Amber in a silent plea for help. She nodded imperceptibly. Julian opened up the dungeons of discretion and finally told Evelyn and Rogachev the whole truth.

Rogachev’s face was expressionless. Evelyn was looking at the tips of her fingers, stupefied. Her lips moved as if she were uttering inaudible prayers.

‘And that’s everything?’ she said finally.

‘Far from it.’ Julian shook his head gloomily. ‘But that’s all I know. Honestly! I would never have brought you all here if I had had the slightest suspicion that—’

‘No one is accusing you of thoughtlessness,’ said Oleg coolly. ‘On the other hand, it is your hotel. So, think . Do you have any idea why someone would blow up Gaia, and with an atomic bomb at that?’

‘I’ve been racking my brains for hours trying to work that one out.’

‘And?’

‘I don’t have a clue.’

‘Exactly.’ Oleg nodded. ‘It doesn’t make any sense. Unless there’s something about the hotel that you yourself don’t know.’

Or about its architect , thought Amber. Julian’s suspicion came to her mind. She dismissed the thought as nonsense, but the uneasy feeling remained.

‘Why the Gaia?’ brooded Oleg. ‘Why a nuclear bomb? I mean, that’s completely over the top.’

‘Unless it’s not just about the hotel.’

‘Don’t mini-nukes have less explosive force than normal nuclear bombs?’ asked Amber.

‘Yes, that’s true.’ Oleg nodded. ‘On the scale of the largest possible disaster. Which means you could contaminate half of the Vallis Alpina even with a mini-nuke. So what’s there? What’s the deal with the alpine valley, Julian?’

‘Again: not the faintest idea!’

‘Maybe it’s nothing,’ said Evelyn. ‘I mean, all we have to go on is this detective’s theory.’

‘You’re wrong.’ Julian shook his head. ‘We have five dead people and a killer flushed out of hiding. Everything that Carl’s done in the last hours amounts to an admission of guilt.’

Oleg put his fingertips together.

‘Maybe we should stop wishing for the impossible.’

‘Well, there’s an idea.’

‘Patience.’ Oleg uttered a humourless laugh. ‘If we can’t get to the hotel via the direct route, then we should think about making a detour. Do you know what?’ He looked at them each in turn. ‘I’m going to tell you a joke.’

‘A joke.’ Evelyn stared at him distrustfully. ‘Should I be worried?’

‘The joke of my life. My father often told it. A little story he believed led people towards ideas—’

‘Well, given that Chucky’s not here—’

Julian propped his chin in his hands. ‘Go on then.’

‘So, two Chukchi are walking through the Serengeti when a lion suddenly jumps out at them from behind the bushes. Both of them are scared out of their wits. The lion growls and is clearly very hungry, so one of the Chukchi runs away as quickly as he can. But the other one pulls his rucksack from his shoulder, opens it in a leisurely fashion, takes a pair of running shoes out and puts them on. Are you crazy? shouts the fleeing Chukchi. Do you seriously think those shoes will make you faster than the lion? No, says his friend, they won’t.’ Oleg smiled broadly. ‘But they’ll make me faster than you.’

Julian looked at the Russian. His shoulders shook, then he started to giggle. Evelyn joined in, a little hesitantly. Amber inspected the contents in a bureaucratic manner then decided to laugh too.

‘So we need running shoes,’ she said. ‘Great, Oleg. Let’s just run home.’

Julian’s expression froze. ‘Hang on!’

‘What is it?’

‘We have running shoes!’

‘What?’

‘I’m such an idiot.’ He looked at them, his eyes wide in amazement that he hadn’t thought of it sooner. ‘The Chinese are our running shoes.’

‘The Chinese?’

‘The Chinese mining station. Of course! It’s inhabited. We could get there within an hour with the grasshoppers, without our oxygen reserves running out, there are shuttles there, they have their own satellites—’

‘And they could be behind the attack!’ cried Amber. ‘Isn’t that what that Jericho guy suspected?’

‘Yes, but the people we have to thank for warning us are Chinese too.’ Suddenly, decisiveness was shining in Julian’s gaze again. ‘I mean, what do we have to lose? If there really is a Chinese conspiracy against Orley Enterprises, then bad luck. We can hardly make things any worse. But if not, or if these Chinese people in particular aren’t behind it – then all we can do is win.’

They looked at one another, letting the thought sink in.

‘You should tell jokes more often,’ said Evelyn to Oleg.

The Russian shrugged. ‘Do I look like I know any more?’

‘No.’ Julian laughed. ‘Come on. Let’s pack our stuff.’

The China theory.

Ever since they had recognised Kenny Xin in the fat Asian from Calgary, the term had been in frequent use in the Big O and at SIS. The never entirely believed and yet most logical of all explanations, that a Chinese causative agent was causing havoc in Orley’s bloodstream, was experiencing a renaissance. And why? Because of a Chinese assassination attempt.

Jericho was more at a loss than ever.

After the initial moment of triumph at having exposed Kenny Xin, joining the small streams of realisation into a river, he had begun to doubt the paradox of the obvious more and more. At first glance, the China theory made sense. Xin had turned out to be the nucleus of atrocious activity all over the world, and all of his actions served the implementation of the planned attack. Admittedly, he could hardly be held responsible for the massacre in Vancouver: although a jet could have taken him from Berlin to Canada in time to murder ten people there, Jericho doubted he had left Europe. It was more likely that he had followed them to London and was observing the goings-on from somewhere close by, like a fly on the wall. He could have delegated Vancouver, and it was obvious he had helpers, Chinese, for sure. Mayé’s launching pad, the purchase and installation of the mini-nuke, all of it was in Chinese hands. China was said to be the provocateur of the Moon crisis, Beijing resented the USA, Zheng was trying to both fight Orley and get on his side. In short, the China theory conformed perfectly to Secret Service thought processes. In Jericho’s view there was only one thing to say against it: when it came down to it, it just didn’t add up.

‘Crikey, you’re good.’ Norrington sounded appalled. ‘It was Xin who shot at Palstein – that must give you food for thought.’

‘It does,’ said Jericho.

‘The guy isn’t just someone’s weapon, but I don’t need to tell you that! He’s right at the top of the organisation, and he’s a goddamn Chinese Secret Service man . It would be negligent to rule out China being behind all this.’

Yoyo indicated she’d had enough of sitting around in a cellar, however nicely furnished it might be.

‘I asked Jennifer. She said the atomic obliteration of London wouldn’t take place before tomorrow morning, so we might as well go to one of the large offices up in the roof with Diane.’

In its simplicity, it was the best idea for a long while.

The two of them went up. London at two o’ clock in the morning was a sea of lights, and it was London: perhaps not the most modern, but for Jericho the most beautiful and charming city in the world. The O 2Arena was gleaming on the opposite bank of the Thames, and the Hungerford Bridge lay to the west, held up by glistening spider’s webs and towered over by the wheel of the London Eye. The orange luminescent moon circled mysteriously in the gravitational field of the Big O. Yoyo leaned back on the floor-to-ceiling window, unleashing in Jericho the spontaneous impulse to grab her in his arms and hold her tight.