Coldbrook (Hammer)(53)

‘Probably far worse than anyone’s guessing,’ Vic said. A big truck powered by, rocking their car slightly.

‘The radio’s bad enough,’ Jonah said. ‘News is sketchy, and the eyewitness accounts are mostly hysterical. It’s spreading, and fast. Some people are almost treating it as a joke! And some of the websites I’ve glanced at . . . But anyway, that’s beside the point. There are people I’ve spoken to who might be able to help us.’

‘Us?’ Vic asked. Lucy was looking at him, eyebrows raised, but he held up one hand.

‘Don’t you want to put this right?’ Jonah’s voice sounded strained, even through the static of the fluctuating connection.

‘You’d ask me for help?’

‘I’m not asking – I’m demanding. You need to fix this. There are things you know that will be invaluable to the people I’m sending you to, and—’

‘Sending me? You’re not sending me anywhere.’

‘So where are you going?’ Jonah asked. Lucy had already asked him that. Vic had not replied, simply shoving the question to one side with a succession of delaying moves: he was tired, let’s talk when we stop and eat, don’t worry so much . . .

Where exactly were they going? If they reached Cincinnati and the chaos spread north, they could drive to Detroit, and head north from there: Canada was a ferry trip away. But after that? He’d only considered it briefly, unable to deal with anything other than getting his family to safety.

‘Somewhere . . .’ Vic said, and his voice suddenly faltered. ‘Somewhere safe.’ Lucy reached over and held his hand. She knew when he needed contact, just as she knew when he needed space, and that was another reason why he loved her so much.

‘I had a wife,’ Jonah said after a pause. ‘You know. I’ve told you. She was beautiful, and I’d have done anything for her. In a way, that’s what I still am doing.’ He paused, and Vic wondered, What have you been doing down there? ‘But you also have responsibility, Vic. Don’t you understand?’

‘Not really. I’m an engineer, not a friggin’ genius quantum physicist.’

‘The effort will need overseeing. To battle this thing, find a cure, stop it. We have our differences, but you know me and our work here better than anyone. And of the two of us, there’s more chance of you staying alive.’

‘What’s happening down there?’

‘Nothing good. Nothing that can be . . . undone.’ Jonah sighed, and Vic heard the rattle of computer keys. He’s only just hanging on. ‘So you’ll do it.’

‘Yeah,’ Vic said. Whatever the truth behind the garbled radio news and witness reports, people were dead right now and they wouldn’t be dead if he’d stayed in Coldbrook. He could trace the guilt to earlier than that – to Jonah for okaying the final breach attempt, to Bill Coldbrook for applying his genius to such a project, and back down the line to human curiosity, the search for truth, the quest for a reason – but, however far back he went, the final fault was his.

‘I’ll tell you everything,’ he whispered to Lucy. She nodded slowly, and he knew she realised the gravity of what he had to say. And back into the satphone he said, ‘Jonah, I’ll do what I can. But on one condition, and this isn’t about me and it’s non-negotiable: my family stay safe.’

‘Of course,’ Jonah said.

‘I mean it! I’ll put myself at risk, but not them.’ He looked at Lucy, crying softly in the seat beside him. ‘Never them.’

‘Never them,’ Jonah said. ‘And that’s why, despite all this, you’re not a bad lad.’

Vic coughed, a cross between a laugh and a sob. And the cars and trucks and buses passed them by, most of their drivers probably not even realising that they were going the right way. At the moment the threat was still cloaked in confusion, and perhaps people were always unwilling to accept the worst. But soon, very soon, there would be proper panic.

‘The man I’m sending you to is called Marc Dubois,’ Jonah said. ‘He’s a phorologist: studies disease carriers and the spread of epidemics. He’s one of the best in the world. He’s a good friend, and he’s at Cincinnati University. They’ve got a secure place there. He’s preparing it.’

‘What sort of place?’

‘Somewhere for times like this.’

Jonah gave him Marc’s contact details, they finished their conversation, and as Vic disconnected he felt a moment of overwhelming shame. While he’d been running, Jonah had been working, doing his best to devise ways in which this horror could be controlled now that it could no longer be contained.