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through Albany and Troy, through a little town called Elysium in the
Adirondacks, then onto Lake Placid and into Quebec. Theoretically, the line
could be heading all the way to the Arctic Circle and beyond. Jack hoped it
stayed in New York State.
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He didn't feature trekking all the way out to Sag Harbor again, so he took
his next reading in the little park on the Flushing side of the Whitestone
Bridge. This time the line traveled a more westerly path, crossing the first
line in Ulster County.
Could be good news or could be a fluke. The next reading would tell.
The lower left corner of Jack's New York map showed a portion of North
Jersey. He took the Lincoln Tunnel into the lovely paved vistas of the Garden
State and followed Route 3 to where it crossed the Parkway. Since that
particular intersection was on his map, he stopped in a nearby strip mall
parking lot and let the chassis take another run.
Jack smiled when he checked the path with his compass: this time it
headedeast of due north. Good. At least they wouldn't have to go to the north
pole to find the transmitter.
The third line met the others in Ulster County, a little west of New Paltz.
If he was right, if the receiver was designed to point the way to its power
source, then the transmitter was somewhere in the vicinity of intersection of
those three lines.
Looked like he and Alicia would be on their way to the Catskills tomorrow if
Sam Baker and his boys didn't interfere. Jack had told Sean to call Thomas's
lawyer and start the paperwork to sell the house. Hopefully that would keep
Kemel off balance enough to allow Jack and Alicia to sneak out of town.
Alicia& he'd been so wound up about this broadcast power thing that he'd
almost forgotten about the filth in those envelopes. A big part of him was
pushing to build a fire and reduce them to ash, but another part said that it
might make Alicia's world a brighter place if she could watch those negatives
curling and blackening and smoking in the flames.
But giving her the envelopes meant he'd have to be there when she realized
what was in them. He didn't want to see her face, didn't want to imagine what
she'd be feeling at that moment. Because he could never imagine.
Still undecided, he headed back to New York.
10.
Yoshio stood in a doorway where he could see both the front entrance to the
AIDS Center and the length of the alley that ran along its uptown flank.
Earlier this afternoon he had been parked in his usual spot when he had seen
Jack-san enter the Center. He had not seen him come out, and had assumed that
he was spending the afternoon there.
But just moments ago Yoshio had been startled to see Jack-san carrying a
large Staples shopping bag reenter the Center. Yoshio knew he had not missed
his exit. This could only mean that there was another way out.
He discovered the alleyway after a minute or two of hurried searching. How
careless of him. But he wasted no time berating himself. He had missed the
earlier opportunity to follow Jack-san, but he would not sneak away so easily
again.
Yoshio rushed back to his car when he saw Jack-san and Alicia Clayton leave
by the front entrance and walk along Seventh Avenue. Jack-san still carried
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the Staples bag. He followed them around the corner as they headed east. He
kept waiting for them to hail a taxi or get into a car, but instead they
ducked into a subway entrance on Sixth Avenue.
Yoshio groaned and pounded the steering wheel in frustration. Yes, he could
park the car legally or otherwise and follow them on foot, but that would be
futile. Even if he caught up to him, Jack-san would have no trouble spotting
him.
Theronin was taking no chances.
Yoshio sighed. Another missed opportunity. He was not likely to see Jack-san
or Alicia Clayton again tonight, so who else should he watch? Samuel Baker,
Kemel Muhallal, or the other Clayton?
He would choose later. Right now he wanted to make preparations for the next
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