Dean Koontz - Dragonfly

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The Committee, a group of powerful CIA fanatics, has friends in the Mafia, the Congress, in every important department of government up to and including the President's Oval Office. They are funded by a reclusive billionaire, and they have always gotten what they wanted. Now they want everything.
This timely and chilling thriller, in the tradition of The Manchurian Candidate, is edge-of-the-chair suspense fiction…with the future of the world hanging in the balance.
Enraged by the Chinese-American detente, the Committee conceives a sinister plot to destroy vital portions of the Chinese population. Their weapon is a Chinese youth (code name: Dragonfly) who had been surgically implanted with a deadly virus. He has no memory of what has been done to him, yet he walks around, a human time bomb, set to explode at the right moment, and release the plague within him, killing hundreds of thousands of his countrymen. He must be found.
Thus begins a bizarre and violent odyssey, shifting from Washington to Peking and back. A poignant love story provides the counterpoint to a fast-paced and spectacular plot; the combination makes Dragonfly a book readers will not be able to put down.
NOTE: K.R. Dwyer is actually a pen name for Dean Koontz (the initials, KRD, are Koontz's initials backwards).

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snapdragon

He drank some more of the whiskey. It was excellent, due in large measure to the water with which he had cut it. You had to mix fine whiskey with the proper water; otherwise, you might just as well drink vinegar or moonshine — or that absolutely terrible rice wine which the Chinese fermented and served with such great pride. He had gone to considerable trouble to obtain the right water for this whiskey, and now he took time to enjoy it. After another sip, which he rolled on his tongue, he said “Ahhh,” and put down his glass.

The second line of the number code read:

10003210004

Consulting The Wind in the Willows, he found that the fourth word in the three-hundred-twenty-first line of the first chapter was “fly.” He wrote that down and looked at what he had thus far:

snapdragon fly

He crossed out the first four letters and drew the rest of it together in one word:

dragonfly

He had another sip of whiskey.

600030007

He worked that out rather quickly and wrote the word “to” after “dragonfly.”

600030008

10002100003

11000600010

Gradually he worked his way down through the list of numbers, taking time out to sample his drink, now and then reading a passage out of which Rice had plucked a word. In half an hour he had decoded the entire message:

dragonfly to be used

as soon as possible

stop

within twenty-four

hours maximum

essential

stop

city will be unsafe

for ninety-six hours

after dragonfly

is triggered

stop

save self

but staff must be

abandoned

stop

risk all

end

Humming softly and tunelessly, the man at the desk read the brief message several times, savoring it as he savored the whiskey. Then he put it through the paper shredder and watched the pieces flutter into the wastebasket.

The largest and yet quickest war in history was about to begin.

FOUR

FAIRMOUNT HEIGHTS, MARYLAND:
FRIDAY, 7:40 P.M.

“I still don't see what the hell Sidney Greenstreet has to do with this,” Bernie Kirkwood said, leaning over the back of the front seat as the sound of the car's engine faded and the night silence closed in around them.

Burt Nolan, the six-foot-four Pinkerton bodyguard who was behind the wheel of McAlister's white Mercedes, said, “Do you want me to come in with you, sir?”

“There won't be any trouble here,” McAlister said. “You can wait in the car.” He opened the door and got out

Scrambling out of the back seat, Kirkwood said, “I suppose I'm allowed to tag along.”

“Could I stop you?” McAlister asked.

“No.”

“Then by all means.”

They went along the sidewalk to a set of three concrete steps that mounted a sloped lawn.

“You've been damned close-mouthed since we left the restaurant,” Kirkwood said.

“I guess I have.”

“The description in the newspaper… You recognized the man who beat up on that hooker.”

Maybe I did.”

At the top of the three concrete steps, there was a curving flagstone walk that led across a well-manicured lawn and was flanked on the right-hand side by a neatly trimmed waist-high wall of green shubbery.

“Who is it?” Kirkwood asked.

“I'd rather not say just yet.”

“Why not?”

“It's not a name you toss around lightly when you're discussing sex offenders.”

“When will you toss it around, lightly or otherwise?”

“When I know why Beau called him 'that Sidney Greenstreet.'”

The house in front of them was a handsome three-story brick Tudor framed by a pair of massive Dutch elm trees. Light burned behind two windows on the third floor. The second floor was dark. On the ground level light shone out from stained, leaded windows: a rainbow of soft colors. The porch light glowed above the heavy oak door and was reflected by the highly polished pearl-gray Citroen S-M that was parked in the driveway.

“Who is this Beau Jackson?” Kirkwood asked as McAlister rang the doorbell.

“Cloakroom attendant at the White House.”

“You're kidding.”

“No.”

“This is an accountant's neighborhood.”

“What kind of neighborhood is that?”

“Right below a doctor's neighborhood and right above a lawyer's.”

“It isn't exactly what I was expecting,” McAlister admitted.

“What does he do on the side, rob banks?”

“Why don't you ask him?”

“If he does rob banks,” Kirkwood said, “I'd like to join up with his gang.”

A dark face peered at them through a tiny round window in the door. Then it disappeared, and a moment later the door opened.

Beau Jackson was standing there in dark-gray slacks and a blue sport shirt. “Mr. McAlister!”

“Good evening, Mr. Jackson.”

“Come in, come in.”

In the marble-floored foyer, McAlister said, “I hope I'm not interrupting your dinner.”

“No, no,” Jackson said. “We never eat earlier than nine.”

McAlister introduced Kirkwood, waited for the two men to shake hands, and said, “I'm here to talk to you about a man you once compared to Sidney Green-street.”

Jackson's smile faded. “May I ask why you want to talk about him?”

“I think he's involved in a major criminal conspiracy,” McAlister said. “That's all I can tell you. It's an extremely sensitive and top-secret matter.”

Jackson pulled on his chin, made up his mind in a few seconds, and said, “Come on back to my den.”

It was a large, pleasantly stuffy room. On two sides bookshelves ran from floor to ceiling. Windows and oil paintings filled the rest of the wall space. The desk was a big chunk of dark pine full of drawers and cubbyholes; and the top of it was littered with copies of The Wall Street Journal, Barron's, and other financial publications.

Picking up a Journal, Kirkwood said, “You don't rob banks, after all.”

Jackson looked puzzled.

“When I saw this beautiful house, I said you must rob banks on the side. But you're in the stock market.”

“I just dabble in stocks,” Jackson said. “I'm mostly interested in the commodities market. That's where I've done best.” He pointed to a grouping of maroon-leather armchairs. “Have a seat, gentlemen.” While they settled down, he looked over the bookshelves and plucked several magazines from between the hard-bound volumes. He returned and sat down with them. To McAlister he said, “Evidently you've learned who Sidney Greenstreet was.”

“Bernie told me,” McAlister said. “Greenstreet was one of the all-time great movie villains.”

“A fat man who was seldom jolly,” Jackson said. “His performance as Kasper Gutman in The Maltese Falcon is one of the greatest pieces of acting ever committed to film.”

“He wasn't bad as the Japanese sympathizer in Across the Pacific” Kirkwood said.

“Also one of my favorites,” Jackson said.

“Of course,” Kirkwood said, “he wasn't always the villain. He did play good guys now and then. Like in Conflict, with Bogart and Alexis Smith. You know that one?”

Before Jackson could answer, McAlister said, “Bernie, we are here on rather urgent business.”

The black man turned to McAlister and said, “When I referred to Mr. Rice as 'that Sidney Green-street,' I meant that he is very cunning, perhaps very dangerous, and not anything at all like what he seems to be. He pretends liberalism. At heart he is a right-wing fanatic. He's a racist. A fascist.” Jackson's voice didn't rise with the strength of his judgments or acquire an hysterical tone; he sounded quite reasonable.

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