Then the quiet was broken—the phone at the front of the room began to ring.

Chapter 20

"This will be on speaker for everyone to hear," Burns told us. "They said it was permissible, even advisable for all of you to be here. In other words, they expected an audience. They're very big on rules, as you'll see."

"Who the hell is they?" Monnie whispered up close to my ear. "See, it is sci-fi. Aliens, maybe? That's my bet going in."

"We'll know in a minute, won't we? I'm not betting against you."

Director Burns pushed a button on his console, and a male voice came over the speakers. The voice was heavily filtered.

"Good evening. This is the Wolf," we heard.

The hair on the back of my neck rose immediately. I knew the Wolf; I'd chased him for nearly a year. In fact, I'd never known a more ruthless killer.

"I'm the one responsible for the destruction of Sunrise Valley. I'd like to explain myself—at least, as much as you deserve to know. Or should I say, as much as I want you to know at this time."

Monnie looked over at me and shook her head. She knew the Wolf, too. The news couldn't have been worse if the call had come straight from hell.

"It's good to be able to talk to all of you, so many self-important people gathered together just to listen to my ramblings. The FBI, CIA, Homeland Security," the Wolf continued. "I'm so very impressed. Humbled, actually."

"Do you want us to talk, or listen?" Burns asked.

"Who am I speaking to? Who was that just now? Would you mind identifying yourself?"

"It's Director Burns, FBI. I'm with Director Weir of the CIA and Stephen Bowen of Homeland Security."

There was a crackling sound over the speakers that might have been a laugh. "Well, I'm just so very honored again, Mr. Burns. I'd have thought you would assign a lackey to speak to me. At first, anyway. Someone like Dr. Cross. But, you know, it's better that we talk top-to-top. That's always best, don't you think?"

Weir from the CIA said, "You specifically requested 'the first team' in your earlier contact. Believe me, this is the first team. We're taking the bombing incident in Nevada seriously."

"You actually listened. I'm impressed. I've heard that about you, Mr. Weir. Although I foresee some possible problems between us in the future."

"Why is that?" Weir asked.

"You're the CIA. Not to be trusted. Not for a minute . . . Don't you read your Graham Greene? Who else is on your first team?" the Wolf asked. "Stand up and be counted."

Burns went around the room, listing who was present. He omitted a couple of agents, and I wondered why.

"Excellent choices, for the most part," the Wolf said once Burns had finished the roll call. "I'm sure you know who to trust, and who not to, who you can depend on—with your very lives. Personally, I'm not keen on the CIA, but that's just me. I find them to be liars and unnecessarily dangerous. Does anyone there disagree?"