I thumb my phone back to the start screen, and look for a signal. There's nothing showing. That shouldn't be possible, not on a major network in the middle of a city, but there are zero bars. Do the bad guys have a jammer? It wouldn't be unheard of. And they knew enough to lay a snare right outside the New Annexe, one tailored for me . . . that is not good news. I sit down behind a tree, careful to check that I'm concealed from the path by that stand of stinging nettles, and then I do something that's overdue: I compose an email to the two people I know I can trust—Angleton and Mo. The JesusPhone is smart enough to keep looking for a connection, and to send the mail as soon as it snags a signal. Then I compose a slightly different email to a whole bunch of people I don't entirely trust, remembering to include Angleton and Mo on the recipient list, and send it. Now that should set the cat among the pigeons. My heartbeat is just about back to normal by the time I finish, and my lungs aren't burning anymore, so I slide my phone into an inside jacket pocket and stand up.

Click-clack. "Don't move."

12. Countermeasures

MEANWHILE, OVER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LOOKING GLASS:

"Listen, let me give you an update. I've been suspended on pay. I need you to pick up a ward for me, as soon as you can. I'm heading home now, but I'm inaudible and they inaudible can you find him and tell him inaudible—"

Mo sighs, exasperated, as her phone beeps three times and hangs up on Bob. She waits five seconds, then hits redial. It connects immediately.

"Hello, you have reached the voice mail of—"

She puts her phone away, leaving it for later. Bob's obviously in a poor reception zone, but if he's heading home they can compare notes in a couple of hours. Being suspended is bad news for Bob, but she's been half-expecting it. They've both been under too much pressure lately: the business with the cultists, the suspected leak, all the other minutiae of being part of the operational front end of an organization under increasing strain. Everyone is under strain these days; even the people who aren't cleared to know about Dr. Mike's bombshell.