At least for now, David needed to turn a blind eye to the horror of what had just happened. But the smoothness of the tiny black chip seemed to call out to him, even though he knew from watching it that it contained the first evidence of the terror’s malignant birth. He wondered how Marja could have come by that disc. Now it was too late to ask her.
As he ducked beneath the bone-shaking roar of another descending jet, David could again see those stark images flicker before his tired eyes— an ominous tale recorded by a concealed camera. It had undoubtedly been inspired by the Fearless Leader’s well-known paranoia and was now captured on the innocent little disc David was slowly rubbing like it was a magic lamp as if its luster might somehow bring Marja back to him.
