me a message the next week." The doorbell chimed, followed by a voice on the speaker. "James Hayes and George Evers. Department of Public Safety." Bel sat up, banging his head on the headset. He swore, shut off the viewer, and climbed out of the recliner. Tamara hastily zipped up her veil. Bel looked at the doorway. As an adolescent he had been in a close house. Now he was an adult. "Here." Bel lifted data boxes away from the emergency exit. "Come this way." Bel shoved Tamara through the opening ahead of him. The data box inside her veil clunked as it hit the wall. In seconds they were standing on the sidewalk. The air filled with thunderous screeching as a taxi approached at top speed. Margaret stepped out of the exit and dived for the taxi door. Bel pushed her away, and Tamara said, "Margaret. How could you?" "I promised your father that I wouldn't let you be involved in anything illegal," said Margaret, her face illuminated in flashes by the taxi's brake lights. From inside the basement came a shout. "Where's the other data box?" Tamara ran past Margaret and slid into the taxi, followed closely by Bel. Margaret attempted to climb in after them. Bel pulled the door shut in her face. "Margaret, you're fired," Tamara shouted through the window. To the taxi she said, "The airport. General aviation. Stat." The taxi accelerated. "Wait a minute," Bel said. "Where are we going?" "Honolulu." "Why?" "It's eight