Chapter 49Drake sat smugly at the console in Control One, proudly watching the overhead surveillance monitors as the water continued spewing from the blown pipes, indifferent to the fact that Lewis lay dead at his feet.
Above all things, Drake detested unfinished business. It was contrary to his nature. He was prepared to wait it out, as long as it might take, to risk hazard to body and health beyond reason, anything necessary to ensure a melt-down was imminent. His madness knew no caution. Nothing else mattered now, only that he would win. And win, he would. There was nothing anybody could do to stop it.
He checked the image from camera seven, the pole-mounted camera at San Roque Gate. His cohort sat idle in the booth, as he was assigned to do until 5:00 a.m. Beyond the entrance gate an
