A Ghost of Justice by Jon Blackwood

Author:Jon Blackwood [Blackwood, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2014-01-03T00:00:00+00:00

29

The policeman gone, Eric sighed deeply. Going to the wall com unit, he tapped it and requested room service. Emily raised an eyebrow when her normally tee totaling father asked for some cold beers.

He caught the look and said, "I think we need them."

"No kidding." She went to the adjoining door, opened it and flung her bag inside. Leaving it open, she slumped, unaccountably exhausted, against the frame, raising her hands to her face and shuddering.

Eric came next to her, placing a gentle hand on her arm.

But she didn't need comforting. Dropping her hands, she turned to him. "I'm okay." Going over to the room's bed, she sat and said, "What is going on? This guy pokes his way in out of the blue…" she waved away the word and corrected herself to include the current weather as she went on. "…the gray, tells us he knows where Hardy is, knows we're looking for him and why. How does he know all this and who the hell is…was he? And who the hell hired him?"

"I'd like to know those answers myself, Em." He walked over to the window, pulled the curtain aside to look out, then dropped it back in place. Activating his PDM, he said, "Let's call Bob. Maybe he can guess. Maybe he even knows."

But he stopped, letting the 'waiting' icon hover before him.

"What is it?" Emily asked.

"If Bob knew, he would have told me. We have our differences, but only in our chosen professions and some philosophical views. We're far too close for secrets."

Emily thought for a second,, then concluded, "Call him anyway. You last talked to them on Tuesday and they might have thought of it since then. Maybe after Mr. Morgan got sick they got together and hired Parker as a group."

Eric considered it. "No. Parker would not have been told to keep it from us. Whoever hired him doesn't want us to know. That is the curious question. Okay, let's add one more: Why would that person not want us to know about them?"

She could only shrug. "Maybe if Bob knew about this he could help."

To that he nodded. "Yeah. Plus I should update him." He pushed a finger through the floating icon and the keyboard and screen materialized on laser-excited molecules. Eric selected the com function and picked out Bob's n-address. The low pulsing tone sounded as they waited.

"Damn," Emily exclaimed as a thought struck her.

"What?"

"This is all we need. We're out here to get John Hardy and this comes along to distract us. Maybe Hardy himself hired the guy to lead us off while he heads to the other side of the continent…or the world."

Eric shook his head. "I think we're close, Em. Damned close. Furthermore, this looks like it may get more dangerous than I feared. Keep that gun loaded and on you."

The soft tone stopped and Andrea appeared, saying, "Eric! Good to see you."

"Hi. Yeah. We're okay. How about David? And the rest of you?"

"Good as you can think. We're doing okay.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.