“I know I’m in danger, so you sure as hell must be.”
“Look, can’t this wait? I’m very busy.”
“That’s what Len Rivest told me. And look where it got him.”
Champ stiffened and then relaxed. “I don’t know; this is very awkward.”
“It’s been my experience that uncooperative people have something to hide.”
Champ’s face flushed. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Good, so you won’t mind telling me where you were between the hours of midnight and two A.M. the night Len Rivest died?”
“Is that when he was killed?”
“Just answer the question.”
“I don’t have to answer anything,” he said defiantly.
“True. Call your lawyer, clamp your mouth shut and let the FBI investigate every detail of your life back to preschool. And if the Bureau is anything, it’s thorough.”
Champ seemed to consider this for a few moments. “I couldn’t sleep so I went down to the hut to go over some test results.”
“Anyone see you?”
“Of course. There are always people working. We’re a 24/7 operation.”
“So you were there the whole time? Twelve to two A.M? And beyond? Verified by witnesses.” Come on, Champ, tell me a lie. Come on.
A sheen of perspiration rose on Champ’s forehead. “As best as I can recollect. You can’t hold me to the minute.”
“I can’t but other people can and will. Now let’s go check out your hut.”
On the way over Sean said, “Do you have a cleaning staff come in? Or do your folks do their own cleaning and laundry?”
“The maids come in daily in several shifts. About two dozen cleaning personnel at a time.” He pointed up ahead where a woman in a white maid’s uniform was pushing a very full laundry cart down the pavement. “The laundry services are housed in part of Hut Number Three, next to the security headquarters. All the cleaning people have been vetted, wear the same uniforms and carry nontransferable IDs. Is that sufficient?”
“No, it’s not. What type of detergent do they use?”
Champ stopped walking and stared at him. “Excuse me?”
“Just kidding, Champ, just kidding.”
CHAPTER
36
HUT NUMBER TWO was far larger than Alicia’s domain. To enter by the locked door, Champ had to insert his security badge in a slot and have his fingerprint scanned by a device attached to the wall. The interior of the hut was made up of an enormous work area in the middle, with enclosed rooms around the perimeter. Through some of the open doors of these rooms, Sean could see sophisticated machinery and people working with them. On one wall hung a banner that read “P = NP.”
Sean pointed to it. “What’s that mean?”
Champ hesitated and then said, “It’s an equation representing NP, or nondeterministic polynomial time equaling P or polynomial time. When fully realized, it’ll make E equals MC squared look like a blueprint for a set of Tinkertoys.”
“How so?”
“Polynomial time represents problems that are easy to solve, well, relatively easy. NP-complete problems represent the most difficult problems in the universe.”
“Like how to cure cancer?”