The Silent Girl

Donohue’s cameras was now playing on the monitor, and it showed an evening view of hisparking lot. Jane watched her own car pull in through the gate and park in the stall next to Donohue’s Mercedes.
    “Smile. You’re on candid camera,” said Frost.
    On the video, Jane stepped out of her car and paused to look at the sky, as though sniffing the wind. Is my hair really that messy? she thought, wincing at her own image. Do I really slouch that badly? Gotta learn to stand straight and hold in my stomach.
    Now Donohue’s man Sean appeared, and they had their conversation about Jane’s weapon, Sean insisting, Jane squaring her shoulders in resistance.
    “Why didn’t you ask us to go there with you?” said Tam.
    “I was just there to pick up the note. It was nothing.”
    “Turned into a lot more than nothing. You could have used us.”
    On the screen, Jane and the bodyguard disappeared into the warehouse and the view went static. There was no movement, no change in the parking lot except for the transitory glow of a car’s headlights as it passed by on the street. Frost fast-forwarded the video five minutes. Ten minutes. The image suddenly flickered and went blank.
    “And that’s it,” said Frost. “The same thing happens in all four of his surveillance cameras. The power cuts out, and the picture goes blank.”
    “So we don’t have a single shot of the thing,” said Tam.
    “Not on Donohue’s cameras.”
    “Is this thing invisible?”
    “Maybe it just knows what it’s doing.” Frost brought up thumbnail photos of the warehouse exterior. “I brought my camera out there this morning and took these pictures. You can see where all the cameras are mounted. As you might expect, they’re focused on entrance points. The doors and the truck bays. But the back side of the building is just uninterrupted wall, so it wasn’t under surveillance. Nor was the rooftop.” He looked at Jane. “So it is physically possible to evade the cameras. Which means this doesn’t have to be some supernatural creature.”
    “Last night, it was easy to believe it was,” said Jane softly, rememberingthe eerie creaks and squeals of the meat hooks swaying around her in the warehouse. “He has a security system and bodyguards. He’s armed to the teeth. But against this thing, Donohue has no idea how to protect himself and he’s scared shitless.”
    “Why should we care, exactly?” said Tam. “The thing’s doing our job for us. When it comes to cleaning up the bad guys, I say let it rip.”
    Jane stared at the photos of Donohue’s warehouse. “You know, I have a hard time disagreeing with you. I owe that thing my life. But I want to know how it penetrated the building. I was right there, yet I didn’t see it until the very end. When it
allowed
me to see it. When it sat up on the roof long enough for Donohue’s man to see it, too.”
    “Why would it do that?” said Frost.
    “Maybe to prove to us it actually exists? Maybe to scare Donohue, show him it can take him down anytime it wants to?”
    “Then why didn’t it? Donohue’s still alive and kicking.”
    “And scared to death,” said Jane. “Funny thing is, I’m not afraid of it anymore. I think it’s here for a reason. I just want to know how it does what it does.” She looked at Tam. “What do you know about wushu?”
    He sighed. “Of course you’d turn to the Asian guy.”
    “Come on Tam, you’re the logical man to ask. Seems like you know a lot about Chinese folktales.”
    “Yeah,” he conceded. “Courtesy of my grandmother.”
    “Donohue thinks that ninja warriors are after him. I looked it up last night and I found out ninja techniques actually come from China. Donohue says these guys are raised from childhood to kill, and they can penetrate any defenses.”
    “We both know half of that is fantasy.”
    “Yeah, but which half?”
    “The half that made it into
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
”
    “I liked that movie,” said Frost.
    “But did you ever once believe that warriors can fly through the air and fight in treetops? Of course not, because it’s a fairy tale. Just like all the other tales my grandma told me about monks who couldwalk on water. Immortals who came down from heaven to mingle with men.”
    “But legends sometimes have an element of truth to them,” said Jane. “And there really were fighting monks in China.”
    “Okay,” admitted Tam. “Maybe that part is real. There actually were fighting Shaolin monks from