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Rachels body went rigid. She wanted to step back from the railing, moreover she could not move. She was transfixed by the blunt vista.Incredible, arent they? Tolland said. His hand was on her shoulder again, comforting. Theyll tread water in the warm spots for weeks. These guys commence the best noses in the sea-enhanced telencephalon olfactory lobes. They can smell blood up to a mile away. corky looked skeptical. Enhanced telencephalon olfactory lobes?Dont believe me? Tolland began rooting around in an aluminum cabinet adjacent to where they were standing. After a moment, he pulled out a small, dead fish. Perfect. He took a knife from the cooler and cut the limp fish in several places. It started to drip blood.Mike, for Gods sake, Corky said. Thats disgusting.Tolland tossed the bloody fish overboard and it fell thirty feet. The instant it hit the water, six or seven sharks darted in a tumbling ferocious brawl, their rows of silver teeth gnashing wildly at the bloody fish. In an instant, the fish was gone.Aghast, Rachel turned and stared at Tolland, who was already holding another fish. Same kind. Same size.This time, no blood, Tolland said. Without raw(a) the fish, he threw it in the water. The fish splashed down, but no function happened. The hammerheads seemed not to notice. The bait carried away on the current, having drawn no interest whatsoever.They attack further on sense of smell, Tolland said, leading them away from the railing. In fact, you could swim out here in total safety-provided you didnt throw any open wounds.Corky pointed to the stitches on his cheek.Tolland frowned. Right. No swimming for you.102Gabrielle Ashes taxi was not moving.Sitting at a roadblock near the FDR Memorial, Gabrielle looked out at the emergency vehicles in the distance and matt-up as if a surrealistic fog bank had settled over the city. Radio reports were coming in instantly that the exploded car might have contained a high-level government decreed.Pulling out her cadre, she dialed the senator. He was no doubt starting to wonder what was taking Gabrielle so long.The cable television was busy.Gabrielle looked at the taxis clicking grand and frowned. Some of the other cars stuck here were pulling up onto the curbs and turning around to find alternative routes.The driver looked over his shoulder. You wanna wait? Your dime.Gabrielle saw more official vehicles arriving now. No. Lets go around.The driver grunted in the affirmative and began maneuvering the awkward multipoint turn. As they bounced over the curbs, Gabrielle tried Sexton again.Still busy.Several minutes later, having made a wide loop, the taxi was traveling up C Street. Gabrielle saw the Philip A. Hart Office Building looming. She had intended to go straight to the senators apartment, but with her office this approximatePull over, she blurted to the driver. Right there. Thanks. She pointed.The cab stopped.Gabrielle paid the amount on the meter and added ten dollars. Can you wait t en minutes?The cabbie looked at the money and hence at his watch. Not a minute longer.Gabrielle hurried off. Ill be out in five.The deserted marble corridors of the Senate office building felt almost funereal at this hour. Gabrielles muscles were tense as she hurried through the gauntlet of austere statues lining the third-floor entryway. Their stony eyes seemed to follow her like silent sentinels.Arriving at the master(prenominal) door of Senator Sextons five-room office suite, Gabrielle used her key card to enter. The secretarial lobby was dimly lit. Crossing through the foyer, she went down a hallway to her office. She entered, flicked on the fluorescent lights, and strode directly to her file cabinets.She had an entire file on the budgeting of NASAs Earth Observing System, including plenty of information on PODS. Sexton would certainly want all the information he could possibly get on PODS as soon as she told him about Harper.NASA lied about PODS.As Gabrielle fingered her w ay through her files, her cellphone rang.Senator? she answered.No, Gabs. Its Yolanda. Her friends voice had an unusual edge to it. You still at NASA?No. At the office.Find anything at NASA?You have no idea. Gabrielle knew she couldnt tell Yolanda anything until shed talked to Sexton the senator would have real specific ideas about how best to handle the information. Ill tell you all about it after I talk to Sexton. Heading over to his place now.Yolanda paused. Gabs, you exist this thing you were saying about Sextons campaign finance and the SFF?I told you I was wrong and-I just found out two of our reporters who cover the aerospace industry have been working on a similar story.Gabrielle was surprised. Meaning?I dont know. But these guys are good, and they seem pretty convinced that Sexton is taking kickbacks from the Space marches Foundation. I just figured I should call you. I know I told you earlier that the idea was insane. Marjorie Tench as a source seemed spotty, but these g uys of ours I dont know, you might want to talk to them before you see the senator.If theyre so convinced, why havent they gone to press? Gabrielle sounded more defensive than she wanted to.They have no solid evidence. The senator apparently is good at covering his tracks.Most politicians are. Theres nothing there, Yolanda. I told you the senator admitted taking SFF donations, but the gifts are all under the cap.I know thats what he told you, Gabs, and Im not claiming to know whats true or false here. I just felt obliged to call because I told you not to trust Marjorie Tench, and now I find out people other than Tench think the senator may be on the dole. Thats all.Who were these reporters? Gabrielle felt an unexpected anger simmering now.No names. I can set up a meeting. Theyre smart. They understand campaign finance law Yolanda hesitated. You know, these guy actually believe Sexton is hurting for cash-bankrupt even.In the silence of her office, Gabrielle could hear Tenchs raspy a ccusations echoing. After Katherine died, the senator squandered the vast majority of her legacy on bad investments, personal comforts, and buying himself what appears to be certain supremacy in the primaries. As of six months ago, your candidate was broke.Our men would love to talk to you, Yolanda said.I bet they would, Gabrielle thought. Ill call you back.You sound pissed.Never at you, Yolanda. Never at you. Thanks.Gabrielle hung up.Dozing on a chair in the hallway outside Senator Sextons Westbrooke apartment, a security guard awoke with a start at the sound of his cellular phone. Bolting up in his chair, he rubbed his eyes and pulled his phone from his blazer pocket.Yeah?Owen, this is Gabrielle.Sextons guard recognized her voice. Oh, hi.I need to talk to the senator. Would you knock on his door for me? His line is busy.Its kind of late.Hes awake. Im sure of it. Gabrielle sounded anxious. Its an emergency.Another one?Same one. Just get him on the phone, Owen. Theres something I r eally need to ask him.The guard sighed, standing up. Okay, okay. Ill knock. He stretched and made his way toward Sextons door. But Im only doing it because he was glad I let you in earlier. Reluctantly, he raised his fist to knock.