Jokertown Shuffle by George R. R. Martin

Author:George R. R. Martin [Martin, George R. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction
Published: 2011-03-20T00:00:00+00:00

“Hi. My name is Lisa Traeger these days. I’m calling from the trust officer’s desk while he’s off converting about half a million dollars to bearer bonds. I just thought I’d let you know I’m still among the living. I’ll call back later, when I get some free time.”

Lisa Traeger. He knew the victim’s name now.

He heard the phone call hours after it was recorded. He’d seen the jump after having followed the Lincoln from the brownstone warehouse, but he hadn’t known Shelley was a part of it. Shad was waiting by the phone when it rang again.

“Yes?” he said.

“This is, ah, Miss Traeger. I was wondering if you would care to join me for a night on the town.”

“Are you free?”

“Nobody’s watching. They trust me. I’m a criminal now, just like them.”

He wasn’t completely certain he believed that.

He met her at Tavern on the Green, in the Chestnut Room, which was one of the few rooms in the restaurant where people lurking out in Central Park couldn’t watch them through the glass walls. He had taken a few circuits of the building before he’d gone in, just in case, and seen nothing, not even a detached eyeball.

Shad wore a blue blazer, gray wool slacks, and regimental tie. Lisa Traeger was in her late thirties, white, darkhaired, dark-eyed, and handsome. She carried a leather briefcase that Shad suspected was stuffed with bearer bonds. She wore a black off-the-shoulder Donna Karan evening dress and a Georges Kaplan fox wrap with the price tag still on it. Emeralds shone at her throat and ears. She ordered champagne and a warm chicken-salad appetizer with bacon and spinach.

“Brilliant,” she said. “It went without a hitch. Traeger’ll be held till tomorrow morning, and then I’ll have to get the hell outta town.”

“How do you feel?”

“Glorious. That joker body was old. I’m young againwell, younger. And my senses are much better. I can taste things again.” She laughed as champagne went up her nose. Her skin glowed against the background of polished brass and rare wormy chestnut.

Sadness whispered through Shad’s bones. “Traeger’s hurting,” he said. “Wherever she is.”

Shelley considered that for a moment. “She’ll make them the same deal I did. Wouldn’t you?” She gave him a shaky smile. “I don’t want to think about that anymore. I just want to be human again.” She gave a brittle laugh. “I want to be safe for a little while, okay?”

She ordered the Muscovy duck in juniper sauce. Shad, to be polite, ordered the veal escalope and ate a few bites. He hadn’t had solid food in days, and his stomach griped at him. His nerves kept giving little jumps as new people entered the room, as he checked them against his mental files of people connected with the jumpers’ scheme. He saw nobody he knew. She ordered a bottle of Puligny Montrachet Latour ‘82, and Shad sipped a glass. Alcohol danced warm spirals in his head.

Outside, a cold winter wind flogged at the trees of Central Park. Shad put on No Dice’s leather trench coat and got on his bike.

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