Justin watched and watched, every nuance, every shift in the replay. He had missed the whole afternoon, buried in the sociology lab; and he watched it now, once and twice, because the keyword response in the vid recorder had gotten all the references to the hearings, to Ari, to all the principals.
He shook his head, hands under chin, elbows on knees.
"Remarkably accurate retention," Grant said, beside him on the couch. "For a CIT. She hit every point she wanted to make, certainly. And confused them about the rest."
The tape reached Khalid's second refutation, the cold, passionless statement that Ari had been prompted with that accusation by Giraud Nye, that Giraud used her as his voice because it was otherwise actionable.
Justin shook his head again. "He may have given it to her. But the kid's sense of timing is impeccable."
"Khalid mistook his opponent," Grant said. "He thought that it was Giraud all along."
"Vid off," Justin said, and there was silence in the room.
Grant reached across and shook at his knee. "Do you think Khalid—is capable of harming her?"
"I think that man is capable of anything. I don't know. He won't move on—won't move on her. She's too hard a target. I'm going to call Denys."
"Why?"
"CIT craziness. Politics. She's too hard a target. Jordan works for Defense."
Grant's face went expressionless. Then showed shock.
"I don't think we should put that through the Minder. We should go to him."
"How in hell do we get an interview with Denys at this hour? There's no way he'll open the door to us."
"Security," Grant said after a moment. "We ask him to meet us in Security."
"I appreciate your concern," Denys said, the other side of the desk from them, themselves in two hard chairs, Seely standing by the wall, in the interview room.
Justin remembered the place—too well. "Ser, I—don't call it an irrational fear. Order him not to answer any calls from the base."
"We don't need any moves against Defense on record," Denys said. "That in itself—could call unwelcome attention to your father. Possibly you're being alarmist ..."
"Khalid has reason to want an incident, ser. And my father is sitting there without protection. They can tell him damned well anything. Can't they?"
Denys frowned, thick fingers steepled, then interlocking. "Seely. Move on it. Now."
"Yes," Seely said, and left.
Grant rose from his chair, following Seely with his eyes. Then the thought came; and Justin stood up, suddenly facing two armed guards in the doorway.
"What is he going to do?" Justin asked, looking at Denys. "That wasn't an instruction. What is he going to do?"
"Relax," Denys said. "Relax, son. Sit down. Both of you. There are contingency plans. You're not the first one to think of these eventualities. Seely understands my meanings perfectly well."
"What contingencies?"
"Dear God, we certainly don't intend any harm to your father. Sit down. Please. You have a very active imagination tonight."
"What is he going to do?"
"He's simply going to go to the front desk and they'll transmit a code, which you don't need to know, which simply advises Planys lab to go on extreme alert. That means Reseune Security trusts no one who is not Reseune Security. And no one comes in or goes out who's not Reseune Security. We simply claim a laboratory incident. Very simple. Since Jordan has the highest-level Security flag at Planys—rest assured, he's not available to any calls, except from us. Sit down."
Justin sat, and Grant did.
"There," Denys sighed. "Thank you. I appreciate your level of paranoia, Justin. It's finely honed, God knows. I never undervalue a good set of nerves. Storm-sense. Seely—never needs the weather warnings. Isn't that an odd thing—in a mind so rational? —What did you think of her?"
Off the flank and unforeseen. Justin bunked, instantly wary—and that in itself was a reaction he did not want. "Of Ari? Ari was brilliant. What else could she be?"
"I have a little pride invested in her," Denys said. "You know she brought up her psych scores six points in less than a month, when the rascal got the notion she had to. I told the committee exactly that. And they wouldn't believe she was laying back. Forgive me. I'm also extremely nervous until we get her back here safe, inside our perimeters."
"So am I. Honestly."
"I believe that. I truly do. I must tell you—our concern with your father has been in an entirely different context during this trip. I told you I would tell you—when Ari became aware of her predecessor's—death."
"You've told her, then."
Denys bit his lip and studied his hands. "Not all of it. Not yet." He looked up. "On the other hand—I sweated through that first interview. At one point I was sure Ari was going to say—in response to why the first Ari didn't make better provision for passing on the information—that Ari was murdered. And then the reporter would have keyed right onto the relationship of the murder to that information—no valid connection, of course. But I felt for a split second that was exactly where it was going—and then Ari changed course. Thank God. I really don't want her to hear the words 'the Warrick case' for the first time—in front of the cameras. Or in the hearings. She's flying home tonight. Totally unscheduled departure, Science Bureau chase planes with full radar coverage. You see we're likewise very paranoid. Giraud is, I think, going to break the news to her on the way. So I've warned you."