Part 36 (1/2)

”Lang is rich per se himself, you might want to know,” Lenore said. ”His father owns a mammoth company in Texas. His father is supposedly more or less responsible for the G.O.D.” She looked up at Candy. ”And then what about Clint Roxbee-c.o.x? Clint must be insane with jealously, over you and Mr. Allied.”

”Clint is admittedly not a happy man right now,” Candy said, arranging things in her purse on the switchboard counter. ”But he's a company man. And Nickie is the company. Clint told him he wishes us all the best, although Nick did say he didn't much care for the way Clint was looking at his throat when he said it.”

”If you want to call Mr. Vigorous now, you can use my phone,” Judith shot over.

”Well Judith I'm supposed to go up and see him after lunch, anyway,” said Lenore. ”He's getting Vern to come in for me this afternoon, for some unclear reason. ”

Candy looked over at the back of Judith's head, then at Lenore. ”The thing is-” She put a hand on Lenore's arm and guided her into the line of Erieview shadow that creased the edge of the white cubicle. ”The other reason why the Lang thing was just one night I think is that it was pretty dam clear he has his eye on somebody else, in a big way.” She looked at Lenore.

Lenore looked at her own wrist, pretended to study it. ”Listen, how did you snag Mr. Allied, anyway? You were in despair last week. I want to hear.”

”He wants you, Lenore, really, is who he wants,” Candy said, making sure that Judith couldn't be listening and then forcing Lenore to look her in the eye. ”It was far too clear.”

”Really don't want to go into it,” Lenore muttered, looking out into the lobby. don't want to go into it,” Lenore muttered, looking out into the lobby.

”It was just incredibly obvious,” said Candy. ”He kept asking all about you, when we could talk. Talked about having met you once, how sorry he was about that, although I never got clear on just what he was sorry for and you're going to have to fill me in sometime, I'm dying to know. Kept talking about you and Rick, and laughing. Saying stuff about strategic misrepresentation, whatever that is. And even weirder stuff about how he noticed on the plane coming back that your leg wasn't at all like his leg, wasn't really even like a regular leg, at all, he said.”

”That was a really leggy trip,” Lenore laughed, edging for the cubicle door. ”Listen, maybe I'll just go up and see Rick right now.”

”Sweetie, it was just too obvious he thought he was using me,” said Candy. ”Not that we didn't have big fun. Not that Schwartz's room will ever be the same. But I could see how he thought he was trying to get at you through me. And he could do it, Lenore. You get me? He could literally get at you through me. You get me?”

”Ummm ... ”

”Rick just better be something entirely else, in his own right, is all I can say,” said Candy.

Lenore looked at her. ”Except I thought you said Mr. Allied was unattainable, hence part of the charm. I thought you said he was engaged to some Australian lady.”

Candy laughed and drew on her cigarette, made an oval in the air and speared it. ”I sense a sudden s.h.i.+ft in the conversation. Well I just saw my big chance, is all. At a company party three days ago. Was it three? When you were in the Heights? I used Clint mercilessly to get to the executive side of the room. The violet dress came through. It got Nick, over hors d'oeuvres. The dress did it. He was helpless. The dress was awesome.”

”You're awesome, is who's awesome.”

”Vidi, vici, veni, is all I can say,” said Candy. ”Which is what you could say, too, with a really spectacular specimen, if you wanted. I'd think about it.”

”Rick and I are supposed to be in love, you forget,” Lenore said quietly, back at her wrist.

”What would Vlad the Impaler have to say to that, I wonder,” said Candy. She put out her cigarette in the middle of Yang.

”What a b.i.t.c.h,” Peter Abbott said, emerging stiffly from beneath the console.

”I beg your pardon?” said Candy.

”I'm gonna have some words for those tunnel drips when they get back, is all I can say,” said Peter. He bent and with a grunt dragged an enormous box of exotic tools and cables and wires out from under the white counter. Began arranging items on the box's shelves.

”I hardly even dare to hope that you just fixed our lines,” said Lenore. The console began to beep the minute Peter plugged it back in; Candy took the call.

Peter was hooking some things onto his belt. ”What I've done here is to take the first step in Interactive Cable's plan to restore service and get you some satisfaction.”

”He didn't fix anything,” Candy shot over. ”He just attached something weird and deeply Freudian to the underside of the console, so they can do a tunnel-test or something. In case you're in any doubt about the phones, I just talked to a Bambi's Den of Discipline customer wanting to know about inflatable dolls.”

”Inflatable dolls?”

”The first step in a really expensive but ingenious plan Mr. Sludgeman came up with,” Peter Abbott was continuing, bent over his box on the counter. ”We're gonna do tunnel-tests. We're gonna test your tunnel like n.o.body's business.”

”Big whiff,” said Candy Mandible.

”Hey, lady, it is a big whiff,” Peter said. ”A really big and nasty whiff, if you're the one that's gotta do it. Try to imagine having to test a whole nervous system by trying to stick all sorts of s.h.i.+t in the nerves.”

”You are really the master of the yummy image,” said Lenore.

”Just tell your supervisor, that hen lady, so I don't have to tell her, 'cause she scares the stuffing right out of this guy,” said Peter Abbott, jingling his belt nervously, ”that what we're doin' is hooking all the consoles that utilize lines in your tunnel, the one under this building, hooking all the consoles into this network of testing cable, this cable that we're gonna feed into the tunnel, to test it. If it's one of the consoles that's infecting all the others, we're gonna know. If it's something in the tunnel infecting all you guys, we'll know. We're gonna like feel the tunnel's pulse.”

”Feel the pulse of a nerve?”

”Testing's gonna hopefully start in a few days,” Peter said, picking up the last of his things and hooking them onto his belt. Lenore bent and saw a brightly colored spaghetti of new wires leading down from the base of the console to a plug in the cubicle's floor. The wires pulsed with a strange sort of violet light.

”That stuff looks really hard to put in,” she said to Peter.

Peter turned and stared into her eyes. Lenore looked back innocently. Peter sighed. ”Yeah, it's a b.i.t.c.h. The tests can't start till I get all you guys hooked into the test circuit. It's a son of a b.i.t.c.h. I can only work so fast, and it's just me, and I'm only gettin' scale for it.”

”Well, we certainly don't want to keep you,” Candy said without looking up, handling a request for a wheel of Stilton.

”I'll see ya. I gotta go insert the exact same stuff over at Bambi's Den of Discipline now,” Peter said, moving toward the door of the cubicle. ”You take it easy.”

”Happy inserting,” said Candy. The jingle of Peter's belt receded.

”Peter, goodbye!” called Judith Prietht, sitting up a bit to get her head over the top of the cubicle. Peter was gone. The shadow in the huge lobby had almost seemed to move toward him to take him, Lenore saw.

”I'm going to talk to Rick about getting some smaller windows in this lobby,” she said to Candy. ”This shadow stuff is starting to really give me the creeps. I don't like the way the shadow is handling people's exits.”

”You know who you have to talk to about the Building.” Candy smiled, winked at Lenore, gestured at the flowered wreath on the wastebasket. ”The big fromage. El Grande Yango.” fromage. El Grande Yango.”

”Not even potentially funny. Humor not even possible in that.”

Candy laughed and bent to the console.

”So is all clear, here?”

”No problem I can see, R.V.”