Chapter SixA Chapter by Thomas RemnantChapter Six
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the third dial she picked up, her voice was cool like a slice of cucumber in a
gin and tonic. 'Hello?' 'Lynn,
it's me - Darvish.' I was sitting at a round table of poly-oak drinking a mug
of synthetic coffee. It was kind of like drinking hot water stained brown by
cigarette butts. 'How are you? Have you left the hotel?' 'Why
would I leave? It's nearly six in the morning, darling, the sun isn't up. I'm
not meant to be awake,' she purred. 'Why
do I have the feeling that you haven't slept a wink tonight,' I said, taking a
sip of joe. Lynn didn't have time to answer, I kept talking. 'Listen, things
are hairier than I'd first thought. Lawrence wasn't so much out of line in the
eyes of Caribez as he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.' I paused.
'You said that you weren't with a security agency, but who came to collect the
body when you reported Lawrence murdered?' I
listened to Lynn's breath, so slow and gentle, like a finger running through
your hair. 'I rang the government police,' she said. 'But a collection team
from a private agency came for the body, they scanned the apartment as well,
took photos - said they would hand them on to the government...' 'What
company were they from?' I asked, though I knew the answer. 'Argo
Security, I think,' she said. 'Of
course they were.' The cold lump in my stomach was ignoring all the coffee and
booze I was splashing it with, and just then it grew colder. 'What's
happened?' she asked, suddenly alert. I think she might have heard the long
night in my voice, I don't know. 'Listen
to me, Lynn, don't leave the hotel. I am going to come round this afternoon,
between now and then, though, you should sleep. I'm going to close my eyes and
think of summertime and beer for a few hours; I'll see you around lunchtime,
say one o'clock.' I hung up the phone and drank the rest of the pot. I
went to my desk and typed for three hours, drank more coffee and ate a slice of
toast. After that it was about 9:00. I had a cold shower, washed my hair and
shaved. I rolled two cigarettes and enjoyed them each slowly, watching their
little embers crawl to my lips like they wanted to kiss me. You
might wonder why I smoke. Times are tough and many people in Slim-Nacre have
taken up tobacco again, despite the cost of cancer preventatives. Maybe we
smoke in defiance of common sense. Maybe I just want a little more warmth in my
life. At
9:30 I left the apartment. A yellow truck coming down my street. With a
magnetic cable it was pulling my old fastback sedan behind it. When the driver
stopped out the front of my door the black plastic window slid down and a fat
man with grey hair and dark glasses looked down at me. 'Your car?' he said. 'Yeah,
you pick it up off Muir and Stratton?' The
guy nodded. 'How
much do I owe you?' I asked, though I had my suspicions. The
man pressed at the wheel-screen, the cable connected to my car - a thin metal
tether charged with a magnetic pulse to keep it strong - slackened and withdrew
into the truck. 'Nothing, I just have something for you to thumb.' A
panel slid open beside the car door and a screen was revealed beneath. I
scanned over the information on the screen. The service had been paid for by a
company called Passalos Finances. Another gift, I thought. I held my thumb to
the screen, verified the form, and thanked the driver. Almost
certainly the car was bugged. But they had given me a new lead, something I
could pursue from my apartment. I parked my car in the garage tower at the end
of the street and requested it to be washed at the clerk screen. At
my desk again, I researched Passalos Finances. It was a subsidiary company of
Argo Security, it seemed. From what I could ascertain, Passalos Finances headed
the company's off-world investments but had been effectively dropped after the
ansibles had stopped working. The Passalos Finances site was dated, the
animations giving offers at investment opportunities as if the world were still
one with interplanetary commerce. The face of a young blonde with pink glossy
lips smiled at me from the screen. 'Passalos Finances,' she said. 'We invest in
the stars.' There
was something in this, I knew, but I just couldn't understand what. © 2012 Thomas Remnant |
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Added on August 15, 2012 Last Updated on August 15, 2012 AuthorThomas RemnantParisAboutHi, My name is Thomas Remnant and I am a writer of science fiction and fantasy. I am a nineteen year old, shortly moving to Scotland for the next four years of my life where, hopefully, a universit.. more..Writing
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