Anderson, Kevin J - Hopscotch by Anderson Kevin J

Author:Anderson, Kevin J
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2007-01-08T19:01:34+00:00

“It’s real enough, Garth. You’ll be able to see it again and again on all the newsnets if you do a topic search. No problem.” He made a comical face for one of the imagers.

Pashnak hurried up to them, leading Teresa. Laughing, Garth warmly hugged her. “You know, I’m getting used to you in this body. Big eyed and innocent looking. It suits you after all.”

“Good, because this is where I’m going to stay.” She looked with concern at Eduard’s haggard appearance, but before she could say anything, Garth gestured toward the inner exhibition room.

“Have you two been through yet? Come, let me take you to the front of the line. I want you to see what I’ve been trying to do for so many years. Maybe this’ll convince you that I wasn’t crazy all along.”

Teresa chuckled. “Oh, Garth, we’ve all been crazy in our lives, don’t you think?”

“You can say that again,” Eduard said.

As soon as Garth had escorted them into the inner chamber, Pashnak and the reporters dragged the artist away again. “Sorry, Garth. Mr. Ob insists.” With a wave, the blond artist vanished back into the swirl of people.

Now Teresa stood next to Eduard, lowering her voice. “You look terrible.” She ran a loving hand along his face, like a concerned mother. “I can see shadows all around you.”

“I’ll be all right, Teresa.”

She huffed. “You’d never let me get away with an answer like that.”

He walked ahead into the experience room, seeking refuge in the darkness. “I’ve already run my own scans but couldn’t find any disease, any virus. No known toxins, poisons.” Eduard shrugged, then scowled at the sharp pain in his shoulder. “Still, I think . . . my boss might be doing something in my body.”

She looked across the faces in the crowd, seeing where Garth was shaking the hand of a statuesque file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Nieuwe%20map/Anderson,%20Ke...%20Hopscotch%20(html)/Ande_0553897527_oeb_c37_r1.html (3 of 5)8-1-2007 20:01:02

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woman in a dazzling formal dress. The Bureau Chief smiled beside him, as if basking in the artist’s glow. “Mr. Ob seems like such a generous person. Look at how much he’s helped Garth.”

“Tell that to his other three trainers—if you can find them. Everyone who’s had this job before me has disappeared.”

Alarmed, she took his arm. Her unfortunate experiences with Rhys had taught her not to trust people as much as she wanted to. “Oh, Eduard—maybe you need to leave that job? Have you talked to Daragon?”

He responded with a sharp laugh. “Daragon thinks Mordecai Ob is God, and after tonight Garth would probably agree. No, this is something I need to take care of myself, and I’d rather not just walk away from this job.”

She grabbed his hand before they could disappear into the dim exhibit. Behind them, people pushed forward, urging them on. “Eduard, you’ve never been good at asking for help. Promise you’ll come to me if there’s ever anything I can do for you. I owe you enough already, don’t you think?”

Eduard placed a gentle finger on her lips to stop further protests.

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