Part 29 (1/2)
In theory, Richard was back working in the bicycle and gek gear shop; in practice, he was sitting somewhere that Brian could keep an eye on him, and whether he got any programming completed seemed to be irrelevant. He worked with a gek-gauntlet plugged in to a non-phone workstation, the gauntlet's source code open in half a dozen display panes. Two panes were stepping through instructions in debug mode. Even so, he could not see the problem's cause.
”You all right?” asked Brian.
”I guess.”
”You need a break.”
Actually, he had achieved nothing to take a break from. There was no sign of Cal, the owner, who perhaps would have expected more.
”So, let's see what's happening.” Brian pointed his phone at the wallscreen, taking over the display. ”Maybe Fat Billy has resigned as prime minister. Or maybe he's made himself pope.”
News item thumbnails formed a snowflake pattern around a central article, their distribution representing their degree of interest for Brian, grouped by subject. One pie-slice portion represented local news. Brian tapped a link, zooming in.
”Well,” he said. ”Greaser Khan, imagine that.”
”What is it?””Something nasty happened to a nasty man. Never mind.” Brian made the article disappear. ”He probably deserved it.”
”Is he dead?”
”Well, yeah... You don't know Khan, do you?”
”I thought he... I thought he took Jayce.”
”Maybe he did. Police shut down a virapharm house the other day, which is why Khan was on the run. Except he wasn't running anywhere. He'd already been chopped into pieces, like meat in the butcher's shop. Nasty.”
”Vira”
Something expanded inside Richard's throat, while a huge invisible hand squeezed his heart and lungs into stillness.
Skin, beneath the cases, the metal slab, masked spectres and the scalpel glistening as it comes down, slicing flesh so it falls the scalpel glistening as it comes down, slicing flesh so it falls apart, with the sucking sound from hungry tubes apart, with the sucking sound from hungry tubes ”Hey.” Hands, Brian's hands, holding him upright. ”Richie, what's wrong?”
”Can't. I'm... sorry.”
Puke came bubbling up from inside him.
Not again.
And spattered on the floor.
”b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l,” said Brian. ”Cal's going to kill us.”
The incoming call was anonymous. Josh accepted it as read-only, sending nothing back, until he saw that it was Petra. Grinning, he enabled full comms.
”Nice to see a friendly face,” he said. ”I've been walking the streets for hours. Not getting anywhere.”
”I'll bet you're loving it. Met any interesting characters?”
”Well, there was a young lad working in a newsagent's who's lived in seven different countries in the past six”
”See what I mean? You always find interesting people to talk to. You're the only person I know who can do that.”
”Uh, if you say so. So how are you doing?”
”Fine. I like to watch the local news. A bad guy called Khan made it big in the newsworthy topics list. A couple hundred pieces of him made the news, in fact.”
”Nasty.”
”We narrowed it down to three possibilities: a p.i.s.sedoff supplier, a p.i.s.sed-off customer, or a p.i.s.sed-off rival.”
”So you're closing in.” Josh hoped his voice was level. ”You've ruled out everyone who didn't know him.”
”Anyway, it's just a professional tip I thought I'd pa.s.s on, that little habit of mine.”
”Say what?”
”Reading the news. Did Suzanne keep you up all night, lover? You're a little slow today.”
”The news.”
”Sometimes it's the business section that's interesting, believe it or not. Give that girl a hug from me. And Josh?”
”What?”
”Be careful. Really careful.”
”That's a strange thing to”
”With Suzanne, be careful with her.”
”She's not dangerous, for G.o.d's sake.”
”No, but you are. Hurt her, and I'll have your b.a.l.l.s for earrings.”
”That doesn't”
The display went s.h.i.+ny black.
What the h.e.l.l?So much about Suzanne d.u.c.h.esne was a mystery. Was he truly fascinated with her, or just reacting to Maria and Sophie and everything? Was he spinning out of control? Enough of the Regiment guys, whether from Ghost Force or other squadrons of the SAS, had ended their lives in spectacular ways after Army service, trying to find meaning where they had been taught to look for it: right on the edge, the more risk and adrenaline the better.
In the Regiment, you learned to accept what your comrades told you, because sometimes they can see a problem that you don't. Petra's brother Andy had been particularly good at it, just one reason why he'd been such a great troop leader, before the Siberian debacle. Good times, spent sipping tea around campfires and Forget the history. Look for Richard.
There was a greasy spoon on the corner. Josh went in. There were workmen polis.h.i.+ng off great plates of sausages and chips, others with falafel or locustburgers. Josh was tempted to ask for a lightly tossed salad and Dom Perignon, but maybe not today.