Bear, Elizabeth - Wetwired 02 by Bear Elizabeth

Author:Bear, Elizabeth [Bear, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-30T15:32:55+00:00

"I must have been in bed." A little white lie never hurt anybody. "I wanted to check in. I'm at Gabe's.

Meet me downstairs in twenty minutes?"

He picks me up in my truck and we head down the block to Roupen's, where we get coffee and pick at the pies. He's got that inflatable cast off, finally. I wonder if his ankle's better or if he just got sick of wearing it. Razorface, uncharacteristically, starts talking.

"I got some weird shit going on, Maker. Those folks I hooked up with—gone without a trace, and the contact number they gave me is disconnected. Little worried out here, thinking maybe I should pull a vanishing act myself. I want you to be careful, too. I know they're gunning for your prime minister."

"When'd you lose track of them?"

"Sometime this morning. Nobody around when I got back from your place—"

"Marde."

"What?"

"Razorface—" You don't get to be my age living the way I've lived without a healthy respect for your instincts. "What were their names?"

"Got no last names. Chick looked—Eurasian, maybe? Pretty thing, lot like Bobbi. Named—"

"Indigo."

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"I killed her uncle, Face. Do me a favor?"

He coughs into his hand, and I don't like the way it sounds, or the gray hollows under his eyes. He picks up his coffee. "Anything."

"Lie low. Stay close. Things are going to get ugly in Hartford and maybe here, and I may wind up with my ass extradited. The information you got Simon is in good hands, and I expect walls to start crumbling." The coffee in its white stoneware mug is burned. I finish it and get the night-shift cook to bring me a carafe while Razorface is still doctoring his second cup with too much cream and sugar. I stare out the window at the chrome and neon of the sign. "How willing are they to kill people, Face?"

"Real willing." Despite all the creamer, he blows across his coffee. He doesn't have much appetite for his pie, and the scrapes on his head aren't healing well. I can still see pink raw edges, half knit. "It's going to be soon, too. I—I dunno, I had them half talked out of going after Unitek, but now they think I'm a problem—surprised there's not a bullet in my brain. Farley'd like that."

The name clicks over in my head. "Who?"

"There were two in the cell. Girl was Indigo."

"Indigo Xu."

"Whatever. Man went by Farley. Big white guy with light tattoos. Another one who thinks the space program money should be spent at home."

"Oh, shit me not." If I had been holding onto the edge of the table, I would have left fingermarks on it.

"Face, he's got a Unitek badge. I saw him there yesterday."

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