Infinity Beach - Jack McDevitt [188]
“Sounds like a formula for getting killed.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But people who’ll sacrifice themselves for strangers—” A couple of kids playing tag ran giggling through the yard and past the Institute flyer. Kim watched them for a minute.
“Let me think it over,” said Flexner. “We can make a judgment on that more easily after we’ve had a good look at the thing. After we have a better idea what their technology looks like.” He gazed at her uncertainly. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t think we can risk doing the lab work, Matt.”
His face hardened. “Why not?”
“Because it’ll get out. I don’t believe we’re capable of keeping the secret. Once it’s out, we’ll lose the ship and that’ll be the end.”
“We can keep it quiet,” he insisted. “I’ve been careful about the people we’re bringing in.” He sounded frightened.
“No. We’re only going to have one chance to do this right.”
“Kim, it really doesn’t matter what you and I think. Woodbridge would never allow it.”
“I agree. So we don’t tell him.”
“No.” He shook his head. “We can’t do this.”
Come on, Matt, show some guts for once. “Then you can forget about the Valiant. It’ll stay where it is.”
“Kim, I wish you’d be reasonable.”
She pressed her advantage: “We’ll have to move on this before word gets out that we have a celestial. We’ll have to plan the rendezvous in such a way that nothing would be at risk except the ship and crew. Strip the data banks so there’s no way to trace them back here, even in a worst-case scenario. Give everybody poison, if you want.”
“Kim, you’re putting me in a terrible position.”
“I know.” She looked at him. “Make it happen, Matt.”
“Phil will never allow it.”
“Don’t tell him, either.”
“What? How can I not tell Phil?”
“Matt, this time you have to make the call.”
He got up, took out his remote, and started the flyer. “I’ll let you know,” he said.
She watched the aircraft lift into the sky, retrieved the Kane disk, relabeled it ACCOUNTING, and left it on the coffee table. In plain sight. Then she sat quietly for a few minutes watching the tide come in. “Shep, give me Solly.”
“I disapprove, Kim. Your state of mind precludes—”
“Shep—”
She heard the electronic whine. It took longer than usual this time. But Solly appeared, wearing diving gear. He frowned, said something uncomplimentary about Shepard, removed his fins and converter, sat down on a virtual bench, and looked at Kim. “Hi, babe,” he said.
“Hello, Solly.” Her strength ebbed out of her. “I wish we could do it again.”
“Do what?” he asked.
“Dive,” she said. “Dive deep.”
He nodded.
She listened to the sea. “I miss you, Solly.”
“I know. You’ll just have to give it time. There’ll be others.”
“Please don’t—”
“Sorry.” And after a moment: “I shouldn’t stay.”
“That’s Shepard talking.”
“No. It’s me.” He gazed for a long moment into her eyes. The room seemed very quiet. “I have a suggestion.”
“Okay?”
“I don’t want you to take offense.”
She knew what was coming. “I won’t, Solly.”
“It would be best if you let me be. For a while anyhow, until you’ve got things back together.”
She stared at him. His image got blurry. “Solly, I can’t stand it, not having you here.”
“I know.”
“You don’t. You never went through anything like this.”
“Kim, you were the best part of my life. And I wouldn’t trade the voyage to Alnitak for anything. The price was worth it.”
He grew indistinct and faded gradually, very unlike Shep’s usual exit technique. When he was gone she got up, started for the bedroom, but paused at the foot of the stairs. “Shep?”
“Yes, Kim?”
“How did you know what happened on the Hammersmith?”
The AI didn’t answer.
Two days later Matt called to tell her they were moving ahead with the Alnitak mission and that he was optimistic. She asked whether there was anything she could do.
“Just stay out of trouble,” he said.
It was midafternoon. She’d just gotten home after completing a luncheon speaking engagement at the Seabright Literary Society. A heavy rain was pounding the island.