(eng) Lynn Hightower - David Silver 02 by Alien Eyes (retail)

Author:Alien Eyes (retail) [Eyes, Alien]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-ONE

David stared into the small ceramic bowl of hot and sour soup. Whatever it was that had surfaced looked amazingly like a deflated scrotum. He fished it up with his spoon.

Della leaned forward. “Mushroom, hon. Don’ you want it?”

He held the spoon out and she took the mushroom between her small, white teeth, crunching delicately. She glanced sideways as she chewed, scouting Mel’s plate.

David tipped back the brown bottle of Thai beer, finishing it off. There was an ancient cigarette burn in the red plastic tablecloth, two or three inches from his plate. He glanced at his watch. Angel’s lecture was an hour away. He looked at Mel, who was frowning, then across at String, who had rice scattered down his scale front. He decided to go by himself.

“You talk to Rose?”

String cocked an eye prong. “But yes. She most willing to help. Unsure if pouchling problem. Say she will work it out.”

“Kendra can look after her sisters for a while,” David said.

A small dark man in a shirt and slacks rolled a metal cart to the table. He handed Mel a bowl of red sea curry, Della a plate of pepper steak, and David a plate of pad ka-prao. He set a stainless-steel bowl of sticky rice in the middle of the table, then looked at David.

“You need beer.” It wasn’t a question, but David nodded his head. The man looked at Della. “Sweet sour sauce?”

“Yeah, hon.”

He looked at String. “Hot mustard.”

“What about me?” Mel asked.

“You fine.”

David helped himself to rice, then spooned chicken, onions, broccoli, and the intense brown sauce onto his plate. He bit into a thin, tender sliver of chicken and speared a strip of onion.

“Where’s Pete?”

Della rolled her eyes and chewed a mouthful of rice. “He can’t get those Elaki straight on their terminals. That little one, that Ash, his keeps screwing up. It won’t accept his voice patterns.” She ate a baby corn cob from Mel’s plate. “Hey, but there’s a two-inch printout on your desk, Silver.”

“Of victim similarities?”

“Lot of it’s background information. It’s in the file, so you can scroll through if you want. But the graphs and comparisons—that’s all in the printout.”

“Just give me the rundown. Cut to the chase.”

“Pete’ll be disappointed.”

“I’ll look at it later.”

The waiter took David’s empty bottle and set a fresh beer on the right side of his plate.

“Okay. Similarities.” Della chewed a piece of steak, then wiped her mouth delicately with the corner of a napkin. “They all got some connection to Angel’s group. Those Guardians.”

David raised his beer, then frowned and set it down. “What connection, exactly?”

“Well. Dahmi. She went to the lectures. Assuming she’s part of it.”

“She’s part of it,” David said. She was the key, if he could figure it out.

“Okay, and Arnold. He’s actually doing research on the Izicho. Past and present. And he’s on the faculty with her.”

“Angel.”

“Yeah. Assuming Arnold was the target—and the reason the McCallums got whacked. And the Elaki. He worked with Arnold. Some kind of student at the School of Diplomacy.

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