“Yes,” Turner said He took Conroy’s black wallet from his pocket, hung the loop around her neck. “There’s a biosoft dossier in there For when you’re older It doesn’t tell the whole story. Remember that Nothing ever does…”
Bobby was standing by the bar when the big guy walked out of Jammer’s office. The big guy crossed to where the girl had been sleeping and picked up his grungy army coat, put it on, then walked to the edge of the stage, where Jackie lay - looking so small - beneath the black coat. The man reached into his own coat and drew out the gun, the huge Smith Wesson Tactical. He opened the cylinder and extracted the shells, put the shells into his coat pocket, then lay the gun down beside Jackie’s body, quiet, so it didn’t make a sound at all.
“You did good, Count,” he said, turning to face Bobby, his hands deep in the pockets of his coat
“Thanks, man.” Bobby felt a surge of pride through his numbness.
“So long, Bobby “The man crossed to the door and began to try the various locks.
“You want out?” He hurried to the door. “Here. Jammer showed me. You goin’, dude? Where you gonna go?” And then the door was open and Turner was walking away through the deserted stalls.
“I don’t know,” he called back to Bobby “I’ve got to buy eighty liters of kerosene first, then I’ll think about it…”
Bobby watched until he was gone, down the dead escalator it looked like, then closed the door and re-locked it. Looking away from the stage, he crossed Jammer’s to the office door and looked in. Angie was crying, her face pressed into Beauvoir’s shoulder, and Bobby felt a stab of jealousy that startled him. The phone was cycling, behind Beauvoir, and Bobby saw that it was the news recap.
“Bobby,” Beauvoir said, “Angela’s coming to live with us, up in the Projects, for a while. You want to come, too?”
Behind Beauvoir, on the phone screen, the face of Marsha Newmark appeared, Marsha-momma, his mother “ - ning’s human interest note, police in a New Jersey suburb said that a local woman whose condo was the target of a recent bombing was startled when she returned last night and disco -”
“Yeah,” Bobby said, quickly, “sure, man.”
35 - Talley Isham
“SHE’S GOOD,” THE unit director said, two years later, dabbing a crust of brown village bread into the pool of oil at the bottom of his salad bowl. “Really, she’s very good. A quick study. You have to give her that, don’t you?”
The star laughed and picked up her glass of chilled retsina. “You hate her, don’t you, Roberts? She’s too lucky for you, isn’t she? Hasn’t made a wrong move yet… They were leaning on the rough stone balcony, watching the evening boat set out for Athens. Two rooftops below, toward the harbor, the girl lay sprawled on a sun-warmed waterbed, naked, her arms spread out, as though she were embracing whatever was left of the sun.
He popped the oil-soaked crust into his mouth and licked his thin lips. “Not at all,” he said “I don’t hate her. Don’t think it for a minute.”
“Her boyfriend,” Tally said, as a second figure, male, appeared on the rooftop below. The boy had dark hair and wore loose, casually expensive French sports clothes. As they watched, he crossed to the waterbed and crouched beside the girl, reaching out to touch her. “She’s beautiful, Roberts, isn’t she?”
“Well,” the unit director said, “I’ve seen her ‘befores’.” It’s surgery.” He shrugged, his eyes still on the boy.
“If you’ve seen my ‘befores,”‘ she said, “someone will hang for it. But she does have something. Good bones… She sipped her wine. “Is she the one? ‘The new Tally Isham?’”
He shrugged again. “Look at that little prick,” he said. “Do you know he’s drawing a salary nearly the size of mine, now? And what exactly does he do to earn it? A bodyguard His mouth set, thin and sour.
“He keeps her happy.” Tally smiled. “We got them as a package. It’s a rider in her contract. You know that.”
“I loathe that little bastard. He’s right off the street and he knows it and he doesn’t care. He’s trash Do you know what he carries around in his luggage? A cyberspace deck! We were held up for three hours yesterday, Turkish customs, when they found the damned thing…” He shook his head.
The boy stood now, turned, and walked to the edge of the roof. The girl sat up, watching him, brushing her hair back from her eyes. He stood there a long time, staring after the wake of the Athens boats, neither Tally Isham nor the unit director nor Angie knowing that he was seeing a gray sweep of Barrytown condos cresting up into the dark towers of the Projects.
The girl stood, crossed the roof to join him, taking his hand.
“What do we have tomorrow?” Tally asked finally.
“Paris.” he said, taking up his Hermes clipboard from the stone balustrade and flipping automatically through a thin sheaf of yellow printouts. “The Krushkhova woman.”
“Do I know her?”
“No,” he said. “It’s an art spot. She runs one of their two most fashionable galleries. Not much of a backgrounder, though we do have an interesting hint of scandal, earlier in her career.”
Tally Isham nodded, ignoring him, and watched her under-study put her arm around the boy with the dark hair.
36 - The Squirrel Wood
WHEN THE boy was seven, Turner took Rudy’s old nylon-stocked Winchester and they hiked together along the old road, back up into the clearing.
The clearing was already a special place, because his mother had taken him there the year before and shown him a plane, a real plane, back in the trees. It was settling slowly into the loam there, but you could sit in the cockpit and pretend to fly it. It was secret, his mother said, and he could only tell his father about it and nobody else. If you put your hand on the plane’s plastic skin, the skin would eventually change color, leaving a handprint there, just the color of your palm. But his mother had gotten all funny then, and cried, and wanted to talk about his uncle Rudy, who he didn’t remember. Uncle Rudy was one of the things he didn’t understand, like some of his father’s jokes. Once he’d asked his father why he had red hair, where he’d gotten it, and his father had just laughed and said he’d gotten it from the Dutchman. Then his mother threw a pillow at his father, and he never did find out who the Dutchman was.
In the clearing, his father taught him to shoot, setting up lengths of pine against the trunk of a tree When the boy tired of it, they lay on their backs, watching the squirrels. “I promised Sally we wouldn’t kill anything,” he said, and then explained the basic principles of squirrel hunting. The boy listened, but part of him was daydreaming about the plane. It was hot, and you could hear bees buzzing somewhere close, and water over rocks. When his mother had cried, she’d said that Rudy had been a good man, that he’d saved her saved her once from being young and stupid, and once from a real bad man…
“Is that true?” he asked his father when his was father through explaining about the squirrels. “They’re just so dumb they’ll come back over and over and get shot?”
“Yes,” Turner said, “it is.” Then he smiled. “Well, almost always…”
The End
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Table of Contents
-Contents-
1 - Smooth-Running Gun
2 - Marly
3 - Bobby Pulls a Wilson
4 - Clocking In
5 - The Job
6 - Barrytown
7 - The Mall
8 - Paris
9 - The Projects
10 - Alain
11 - On Site
12 - Café Blanc
13 - With Both Hands
14 - Night Flight
15 - Box
16 - Legba
17 - The Squirrel Wood
18 - Names of the Dead
19 - Hypermart
20 - Orly Flight
21 - Highway Time
22 - Jammer’s
23 - Closer
24 - Run Straight Down
25 - Gothik/Kasual
26 - The Wig
27 - Stations of the Breath
28 - Jaylene Slide
29 - Boxmaker
30 - Hired Man
31 - Voices
32 - Count Zero
33 - Wrack and Whirl
34 - A Chain ‘Bout Nine Miles Long
35 - Talley Isham
36 - The Squirrel Wood
The End
Table of Contents
-Contents-
1 - Smooth-Running Gun
2 - Marly
3 - Bobby Pulls a Wilson
4 - Clocking In
5 - The Job
6 - Barrytown
7 - The Mall
8 - Paris
9 - The Projects
10 - Alain
11 - On Site
12 - Café Blanc
13 - With Both Hands
14 - Night Flight
15 - Box
16 - Legba
17 - The Squirrel Wood
18 - Names of the Dead
19 - Hypermart
20 - Orly Flight
21 - Highway Time
22 - Jammer’s
23 - Closer
24 - Run Straight Down
25 - Gothik/Kasual
26 - The Wig
27 - Stations of the Breath
28 - Jaylene Slide
29 - Boxmaker
30 - Hired Man
31 - Voices
32 - Count Zero
33 - Wrack and Whirl
34 - A Chain ‘Bout Nine Miles Long
35 - Talley Isham
36 - The Squirrel Wood
The End
