by Sims (lit)
Luca stared at Lister. This plump country squire type was miles away from the hardbodied CO who’d parachuted with him onto the Shahi Kot mountains. He was a pogue now, in his late forties, and the brown corduroys and bulky white Irish wool sweater he wore couldn’t hide the inches he’d been adding to his waist. And judging from the new gelled-up style of his light brown hair, it looked like he’d started going to a fag barber. The man was becoming a stranger.
“Luca.” He rose and smiled as he extended his hand. “I was going to wait in the car, but then this sweet young thing surprised the hell out of me by opening the front door. I invited myself in.” As they shook hands, his smile faded. “Who is she, Portero? I know you don’t have any kids. A niece?”
“No one you have to worry about.”
“You know the rules.”
Luca held up the car keys.“Maria, esperame en el auto.”
She scurried around the couch. Her jeans and bulky flannel shirt couldn’t hide her ripe young figure as she grabbed the keys and ran out the door. Luca noticed Lister’s eyes following her all the way.
“Nice,” he said. “What is she? Sixteen?”
Luca felt invaded. He wanted to tell Lister it was none of his fucking business, but bit it back. To a very real extent, itwas Lister’s business.
“She’s old enough,” Luca said.
Maria had told him she was eighteen, but she might be even younger. He’d seen her begging on an East Village sidewalk last summer. Maybe it was her flat peasant face, or the desperation in her black eyes…something about her spurred an impulse from a nameless place to shove a couple of singles into her hand. He heard her soft, “Gracias, señor,” saw the sudden faraway look in her eyes as she clutched the bills between her breasts like a family heirloom, and he had to speak to her. Good thing he knew Spanish because she didn’t know anything else.
He bought her lunch, took her to a Spanish film at the Angelika, bought her dinner, then brought her home. She’d been living here ever since. She cleaned his house, cooked his food, kept his bed warm at night, and thought she’d found heaven.
“She’s an illegal who’s young enough to be your daughter, right?”
True on both counts, but so what? “Don’t worry. She doesn’t know anything. Can’t speak a word of English.”
“But Iam worried. It’s against the rules. You’re supposed to be a model citizen. A clean nose, no legal hassles. That’s the deal when you come in. You agreed, now look at you: shacking up with a barely legal illegal.”
“No one’s going to know. Not way out here.”
“Butour people will know. Sooner or later you know they’ll find out. And they won’t like it. And since I sponsored you, that will reflect on me.”
“Look—”
“They’ve already got questions about you. Like why you don’t seem to own anything. You rent this place and…” He looked around with distaste. “And it looks like you furnish it from secondhand stores.”
“It came with the territory. It’s a furnished rental.”
“I know we pay you enough to afford to buy.”
Of course they did. But Luca saw no point in tying up money in real estate. He wanted no anchors. When the time came to move on, as it inevitably would, he wanted to be able to pick up and go without a second’s hesitation, without a single look back.
“It’s the way I’ve always lived.”
“I know. I’ve tried to explain that to them. They don’t care. They want you settled in. I went out on a limb to get you this cushy assignment, but if you don’t put down some roots, they’ll transfer you out to Idaho. And I’ll have egg on my face.”
Luca had spent a few months at the Idaho facility and had no desire to go back.
He held up his hands in surrender. “Message received. I’ll see what I can do about buying this place.”
“Luca,” Lister said, smiling as he put a hand on his shoulder. He rarely called him by his first name. “You’re making good money. And you’ll be making better and better money. Enjoy it, for Christ’s sake. That’s what it’s for. You can’t take it with you.”
Luca nodded. “I guess you’re right.”
But he was thinking, Youcan take it with you—if you’ve got it squirreled away in a secret offshore account.
Luca believed in being prepared. He’d learned that from his mother. She might have been a whore, but she was no dummy. She always kept a roll of cash hidden away for what she called “the rainy days,” when the cops periodically would raid her place and roust her out. The cash had always kept her out of jail.
The same held true here. Who knew when the weather would change? He could handle the proverbial rainy day, but SIRG played rough, and if a shitstorm struck, he believed in having a safe harbor to hole up in. His was in Hamilton, Bermuda.
He repressed a shudder. If SIRG ever found out about that account…
“But that’s only half the reason for this face-to-face,” Lister said.
“If it’s about the missing sim,” Lucas blurted, relieved to be moving away from his personal life, “I just enlisted Mercer Sinclair’s help—a million-dollar reward.”
Lister was looking at him. “So you told him?”
“Not yet. Not till I find the sim. I’ve got people combing the city, visiting any place that uses sim labor. This reward will flush out anyone who’s seen her. Once I have her, the Sinclairs can take over.”
Lister frowned. “You might have had this sewn up by now if they’d been on board from the start.”
“They’d have added nothing but panic.” Bad enough to have Lister calling twice a day, he didn’t need the Sinclairs yammering in his ear every free minute too. “And don’t forget, it took days for the fire department to sift through all the rubble. Until they reported no sim remains, we didn’t know for sure she was missing.”
“Still, if this million-dollar reward had been announced days ago…”
“You know my problem with telling SimGen too much.”
“This ‘leak’ you suspect?”
Luca nodded.
Lister shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around. “I thought you were way off base with that at first. Now I’m not so sure.”
“Why? What’s happened?”
“The Manassas attorneys met with the Cadman woman and Sullivan. What a farce. She could have walked away with millions but she’s asking forbillions in damages.”
Luca wanted to laugh. He’d known they couldn’t buy off Romy Cadman.
Just hearing her name set off reactions within him, part anger, part lust. Sometimes when he was with Maria, moving inside her, he thought of Romy Cadman. Young stuff like Maria pushed his buttons,all his buttons, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have anything left over for a prime piece of mature tail like Cadman.
“Did you agree to pay it?”
Lister stared at him. “You’re not serious.”
“You should have called their bluff, just to see what they’d do. Because we all know they’re not after money. But what does this have to do with a leak?”
“The Cadman woman said she’d come to the Manassas office because she wanted to know why a truck leased in Idaho by Manassas was driving around the SimGen campus.”
“But…” Luca’s heart stalled, then picked up again. “But there’s no connection. Those leases are paid through Golden’s credit card.”
Hal Golden was dead, but no one knew that. His body lay six feet deep in a field in Thailand, but his credit record, active and pristine, lived on in the computers of the finance world. Golden had never even heard of Manassas Ventures while he lived, so how had Cadman and Sullivan linked him to the company?
“I know that. But at one time Manassas leased them directly. Somehow she made the connection. And I’m beginning to wonder if she might have been tipped.”
“But that doesn’t make sense. If someone’s leaking her information about Manassas Ventures, wouldn’t they tell her everything?”
“You’
d think so, wouldn’t you. But whatever her source, somehow this woman has identified Manassas as the tie between SimGen and our Idaho facility.”
“So then, why not just abandon Manassas? It served its purpose.”
“It’s not like some dinghy you can cut loose at sea and forget. It’s part of a chain of subsidiary corporate entities that this Sullivan fuck has already traced back four or five levels. This haseveryone upset.”
The way Lister emphasized “everyone” made it clear to Luca that this went far up the SIRG ladder.
“They want the woman and the lawyer stopped,” Lister added, staring at him. “And since you were in charge of the Cadman woman when she saw the truck with the Idaho plates, that puts this square in your lap. They want you to take care of it.”
“What? Take her out? If anything happens to her, anythingfinal , Manassas Ventures will be a prime suspect.”
“I’m talking aboutinformation , not termination. She’s obviously not alone in this. They want to know who’s behind her. They want her source. And if there’s a leak in SimGen, they want to know who it is. Word has come down: This has equal priority with the missing sim. Understand me, Luca? This isn’t me talking to you.” Lister suddenly looked uncomfortable. “This comes from the Old Man himself.”
The Old Man? Luca swallowed. That meant this wentall the way up the ladder, and all eyes would be on him. Damn Romy Cadman for mentioning that truck. It almost seemed like she was doing everything in her power to screw him.
“Word is he’s raising hell how if you’d done the job right the first time, when you rolled Sullivan’s car off the Saw Mill, we wouldn’t be facing this now.”
Luca felt sick. “Jesus…”
“I went to bat for you, sent the Old Man your record in Operation Anaconda and the Baghdad sorties, and apparently that carried some weight. You know, soldier to soldier. He’s giving you a chance to redeem yourself. That doesn’t happen too often.”
“I’m grateful,” he said, forcing the words past stiff lips.
Luca felt a growing pressure in his head. Was someone out to get him…dump more on him than any one man could handle, then wait for him to buckle under the weight?
“I’ll help you with the logistics and anything else I can,” Lister told him. He looked fidgety now. Maybe Luca wasn’t the only one being given a second chance. “We’vegot to know who she’s fronting for.” He glanced at his watch. “Got to run.”
Luca followed him outside to the cars. He waved to Maria and jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the open front door. She jumped out of the Jeep and ran back into the house.
Again, Lister’s eyes followed her. “Remember what I said about putting down roots.”
“Roger that,” Luca said.
But not till he saw how all this settled out. Until then he wanted that Bermuda account as fat as possible.
“And ditch the kid. Put her back where you found her.”
“Will do.”
Lister smiled. “Or marry her.”
“I don’t think so.”
He’d miss Maria, miss her a lot. She loved sex, cooked up a storm, and was crazy about him, would doanything for him. Maybe he’d keep her around till he found a replacement. Someone who could—
Luca’s PCA chirped. He flipped it open and turned away from Lister as he spoke. “Yes.”
“This is Grimes. We found her. She’s been hiding out in a sim crib.”
Relief flooded through him. “You have her?”
“Not yet. But we’ve got an address and we’re on our way.”
“Where’s the crib?” Luca listened as Grimes read off a Newark address. “I’ll meet you there.”
He ended the call and turned back to Lister. “One of my men. We’ve located the missing sim. We’re on our way to pick her up.” He grinned at Lister. “One problem down, one more to go.”
“Let’s hope so,” Lister said.
Luca jumped into the Jeep. Newark. Not a long drive. And the timing could not be better. Tying this up would free him up to devote all his energies to Romy Cadman, and settling with her once and for all.
20
NEWARK, NJ
Meerm lonely. Not hungry. Nibble food save from last night. Watch out window. See peoples walk sidewalk. Not far down. One floor. Meerm listen. Sometime hear what passing peoples say. Sometime happy. Sometime mad. Meerm like happy better.
Meerm watch street. Many car but no sim bus. Wait sim bus. Hope come soon. Then friend Beece come. Belly pain hurt less when Beece near. Beece talk Meerm, help Meerm.
Meerm see car come fast. Stop outside. Four sunglass mans come. Look round, look sim building. Meerm quick step back. Who mans? Why here? Why look at sim building?
Meerm fraid mans come in. Peek so mans not see. No mans come in. All stand by car. One talk little phone. Why here?
Then Meerm see new car. Also fast. Stop next first car. One man come. New man talk loud. Point this way and that way. Other mans go. New man voice…Meerm hear before. But where?
Now Meerm see new man and other man come sim building. Meerm fraid. Mans come take Meerm away? Back to new needle place?
Meerm hide. Go closet. Push self into dark corner. Make ver small.
Hear yell downstair. Benny mad. Shout loud. New man yell back.
Meerm shake. Know new man voice! Same voice in old home night loud noise and fire. Hear on roof too. New man come get Meerm!
Hear loud feets on stairs. Must not find! Must not find! Meerm climb up in closet. Get on shelf. Curl up. Make small-small. Tiny-tiny-tiny. Push back into high corner and—
Corner move. Meerm turn, feel loose board. Meerm push board, move more. Black space open. Cold in hole. Meerm not care. Too fraid be cold.
Hear new man voice yell, “Damn it, where is she?” Voice close now. In sim sleep room.
Meerm squeeze into black hole. Ooh-ooh-ooh. Too tight. Meerm so fat now. Meerm fraid get stuck, but more fraid new man. Push-push-push, get fat self into hole.
“I tell you,” Benny say, “we ain’t got no sims here inna day!” Benny sound fraid. “Not till tonight when they all bussed back from the city.”
“She’s here!” new man say. “And we’re going to find her! Look under every bunk! Check every closet!”
Meerm in cold place inside wall. Ver tight. Ver dark. Meerm push on board, push back where belong. More dark now. All dark.
Meerm hear closet door squeak. Some man open. Meerm can’t see man but hear thing move. Meerm stay ver, ver still. Not breathe.
“Nothing in here.” New man voice ver close. Meerm so fraid. Want go pee. Bite lip stop cry. “Where the fuckis she?”
“Maybe she goes out,” say other man voice. “You know, walks around.”
“Since when did you become a sim expert?”
Other man say, “Hey, I’m just thinking out loud, okay? That sim at the sweatshop described her to a T: she’s lost, she’s sick, she’s blown up. So we know she’s staying here. She’s just not here now. Probably going stir crazy here alone all day.”
“All right. Here’s what we’ll do. Bring in the others and we’ll do a sweep of the building. If we don’t find her we’ll back off and put the place under twenty-four-hour watch. When she returns, we nab her.”
Meerm hear mans go way but still not move. Still fraid. Meerm must stay in sim building. Mans will get Meerm. Hurt Meerm if try leave. Meerm so sad she cry.
21
SUSSEX COUNTY, NJ
Luca wanted to skip this—he had far more pressing things to do than listen to Sinclair-1 yammer. But the man had said he was calling this late meeting specifically to address a security issue. In addition to everything else going on, SimGen security was still his responsibility.
But he didn’t have to arrive on time. He was punctual by nature, and his years in Special Forces had reinforced that, so it took considerable effort to force himself to walk slowly down the hall, pacing himself to arrive at least three minutes late.
Luca balled his fist
s. Coming up empty in the sim crib this afternoon still rankled him. Fury and disappointment had mixed into a combustible compound in his bloodstream. His head felt like a ticking bomb. He’d left four men to watch the building—all sides, all day, all night—but he had a gnawing premonition that the missing sim wouldn’t be back.
Then, just fifteen minutes ago, Lister calls, supposedly concerned about the well-being of the sim because he hadn’t heard any word on her. Luca had had to eat some bitter crow.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Lister then proceeded to twist the knife: “Someone handed you the address where she was staying and she ducked you? If a monkey can outwit you, how can we expect you to find out who’s behind the woman and her lawyer?”
Don’t worry, Luca thought as he approached the door to Sinclair-1’s office. She’s next on my list. And I know just how I’m going to handle her. As soon as I finish with these assholes…
When he stepped into the office he found only two of the usual crew in attendance: Both Sinclairs were present, but Abel Voss was missing.
“Mr. Portero,” Sinclair-1 said as soon as the door closed. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“The wait is over,” Luca replied. He wanted out of here as quickly as possible, so he pushed right to the subject, “You mentioned a security matter?”
“Yes, Mr. Portero. Were you aware that we had an attempted break-in this afternoon?”
“Of course.” A group of sim huggers had tried to run the front gate. His men had detained them until the State Police arrived. “They’re in jail.”
“How gratifying that you know. But my question is, Where were you?”
“Busy with other matters.”
“Matters more important than the security of this campus? Security here is your number-one priority. There are murderous bioterrorists running around out there, slaughtering humans and sims, and yet when this group tried to attack us, you were nowhere to be found.”
“Harmless nobodies,” Luca said, allowing a sneer to work its way onto his face. What an old woman he was.