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pass. "Yes, I'm willing to come back, anytime. I've already told you that it
can't be the Supercollider doing this; we never even had a chance to turn the
accelerator on."
He walked around the debris again, and said, "Perhaps someone is setting off
bombs, but I can't think of any rationale for blowing up the tunnel. The
project's been long dead for these past ten years; it's not like anyone should
want to sabotage it now. You've probably just got some nut whose hobbies include
blowing up outmoded scientific equipment. Maybe another Unabomber. I can't help
you there."
"Begging your pardon," Kingsley said, "but aren't you forgetting something?
Forensics tells us that they can't find any remnants of a bomb. No chemicals, no
timer, nothing. And the explosions are definitely originating from inside the
tunnel."
"So?"
"Well, I don't pretend to be a physicist or anything like that, but I grew up
here in Waxahachie and I remember all the hoopla when we got the SSC. I wasn't
always happy about it, but I stayed interested, and kept reading up about it,
even after they decided not to use the facility for anything else, like they
were saying they would. One thing I remember very well was that they sealed off
the tunnel after Congress killed it. So how does this mad bomber set up his
bombs?"
Roy thought a moment. "He probably found a hole somewhere and crawled in."
"You mean he goes inside? We did a thorough drive around the main ring after the
first explosion. Besides the holes that were actually caused by explosions --
all of which we resealed immediately -- there aren't any other openings. So even
if he's as hardy as I am, Dr. Schwitters, I ask you again -- how does he get
inside?"
Roy had absolutely no idea what to say. He regarded the sheriff for a moment,
then, without saying a word, he walked back to the car.
#


3. Spin Up
Kristin ran through the calculations for a fifth time. It couldn't be right, she
kept telling herself. There was no way that this could be right. And yet...
She rubbed her bleary eyes and picked up the phone to call Ray. He answered
curtly. "Hello?"
"Ray, it's Kristin. I think --"
He interrupted her. "Kristin, I don't have time at the moment. Why don't you --"

Ray cut himself off, and Kristin heard voices in the background. A moment later
he got back on the line. "On second thought, why don't you come to my office?"
Click.
That was abrupt of him, Kristin thought. Something big must be going down.
She cradled the receiver, and nervously ambled over to Ray's office. Her
footsteps echoed as she walked down the empty corridor and around the corner.
She opened the door.
Inside, Ray was talking with a dark haired man in a two piece suit. Kristin's
entrance had interrupted them in what looked like heated conversation; Ray's
cheeks were flushed and the man looked distinctly uncomfortable.