The Drafter
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Her back against the wall, Peri froze, caught between two worlds on the threshold of a scummy bathroom, Opti on one side, the alliance on the other, both of them lying to her. Instilled barriers to self-sufficiency? Was he saying shed been conditioned to think she needed someone else to survive? It was undeniable that she was used to being part of a team, but that didnt mean she couldnt function alone!
But then she thought of Silass giving her money, buying her food, his room where shed recuperated. Even worse, the possible MEP that lurked after every traumatic draft if she didnt have someone to fill in the holes. Heart pounding, she gripped her borrowed nylon coat close about her. If Opti was here, shed never get into that upstairs office. She had to know what had happened that night, not look at a cleaned-up crime scene. She had to find the button shed seen in her memory of Jack. It was a talisman, and it held a memory. It held the truth.
This is our best shot in five years at bringing Opti down, and hes blowing it because he doesnt want to buy her dinner? the man said, and Peri felt the blood rush to her face. Thats a load. Tell Silas to suck it up and do his job. He can do this for the week its going to take.
Angry, Peri pulled the CLOSED banner down, letting it fall to the floor as she left. Head high, she strode quickly into the mall, ignoring everything and everyone. She didnt see Silas as she passed the Opti personnel more intent on a vid screen and chip than what was in front of their faces. It was a mistake they wouldnt make twice.
Her hand was in a fist, hiding the words that would bring them together in case she forgot. She wasnt going to the dealership.
She was going home.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Silas reclined against the hard mall bench, his long legs stretched out and his ankles crossed as he waited for Peri. His head was thrown back, and his hat covered most of his face, allowing him to watch the rest-room and front entry without looking obvious about it. It had been only a few minutes, but they all felt like hours.
Fidgeting, he pulled himself out of his slouch when he saw Liz mince into the bathroom. The three suits pretending to catch a smoke in the vestibule began discussing their options, and his eyes flicked to the arcade, drawn by a burst of realistic gunplay. Hurry up, Howard, he thought, twitching his coat tighter about his shoulders. It might take his old friend longer to get Peri to trust him than for him to take the chip out. Trust was going to make or break everything, and everything was screaming for him to move and move fast.
Fran had called him while Peri was shopping, tracking him down through his request for Howard, the alliances cleaner. The shortsighted woman had told him to cut Peri loose so Opti could pick her up, scrub her down, and start the game again. But the information was there in Peris head. All he had to do wasconvince Peri to let him see it. Fran had given him one more chance, but if this failed, it was done, and Silass worry deepened as more agents gathered in ones and twos, pulled in from the outskirts. They were getting ready for a push. Time was up.
Thank God, he whispered when he spotted Peri from the corner of his eye. She was almost unrecognizable in that blue nylon coat and Lizs white-and-blue-striped knit hat pulled down over her head. She looked smaller, more vulnerable, in the more casual clothes. He could tell she was shaken; every ounce of her usual confidence was gone. The grace, though, remained, and he wondered what might have happened if she had never fallen from that playground swing and had become the dancer she had intended.
But she is a dancer, he reminded himself. She danced with death, and if she didnt keep up, the bastard would win.
Breath held, he watched the men at the door ignore her, focused on a tablet and presumably the tracker. She gave them a backward sniff as she passed them, pushing open the glass doorsand was gone.
Bold as brass, he thought in relief and checked his watch. He and Liz would lead them through the mall and out the south entrance to leave the tracker on a bus before doubling back. Peri would probably be test-driving the latest model from Detroit. The woman did like her cars.
Not so fast, he thought, standing when he saw Liz striding through the food court. Peri never walked that quickly even when she was late, firm in the conviction that if you were important enough, theyd wait. Lizs arms swung too far, her hips swaying not quite enough. The coat Peri had bought hung on her a bit loose; her shoulders werent wide enough to carry off the high fashion. The grace Peri held was missing, but no one else seemed to notice. Every single Opti agent was focused on her, and his pulse quickened as he swung Peris roller bag around as she approached.
My God, Liz said as she halted before him, beaming up at him in excitement. The woman is a nightmare.
Silass jaw clenched. True. Shes complicated, he said, hand on her shoulder to point her in the direction of the south entrance.
Liz flicked a glance behind them, disguising it with a tug to her new coat. Yeah? You like paranoid, sarcastic basket cases who can kill a man with a ballpoint pen?
I like you, dont I? South entrance is our best bet.
Where the construction is? Got it. Liz fell into step with him, and he couldnt help but notice that her pace was shorter than Peris. It took effort to shorten his stride to meet it. Funny how it had never seemed like a chore with Peri. I cant believe youre still carting her luggage, Liz said, almost obnoxiously cheerful against the weight of his concern. All the way from Detroit.
But then she thought of Silass giving her money, buying her food, his room where shed recuperated. Even worse, the possible MEP that lurked after every traumatic draft if she didnt have someone to fill in the holes. Heart pounding, she gripped her borrowed nylon coat close about her. If Opti was here, shed never get into that upstairs office. She had to know what had happened that night, not look at a cleaned-up crime scene. She had to find the button shed seen in her memory of Jack. It was a talisman, and it held a memory. It held the truth.
This is our best shot in five years at bringing Opti down, and hes blowing it because he doesnt want to buy her dinner? the man said, and Peri felt the blood rush to her face. Thats a load. Tell Silas to suck it up and do his job. He can do this for the week its going to take.
Angry, Peri pulled the CLOSED banner down, letting it fall to the floor as she left. Head high, she strode quickly into the mall, ignoring everything and everyone. She didnt see Silas as she passed the Opti personnel more intent on a vid screen and chip than what was in front of their faces. It was a mistake they wouldnt make twice.
Her hand was in a fist, hiding the words that would bring them together in case she forgot. She wasnt going to the dealership.
She was going home.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Silas reclined against the hard mall bench, his long legs stretched out and his ankles crossed as he waited for Peri. His head was thrown back, and his hat covered most of his face, allowing him to watch the rest-room and front entry without looking obvious about it. It had been only a few minutes, but they all felt like hours.
Fidgeting, he pulled himself out of his slouch when he saw Liz mince into the bathroom. The three suits pretending to catch a smoke in the vestibule began discussing their options, and his eyes flicked to the arcade, drawn by a burst of realistic gunplay. Hurry up, Howard, he thought, twitching his coat tighter about his shoulders. It might take his old friend longer to get Peri to trust him than for him to take the chip out. Trust was going to make or break everything, and everything was screaming for him to move and move fast.
Fran had called him while Peri was shopping, tracking him down through his request for Howard, the alliances cleaner. The shortsighted woman had told him to cut Peri loose so Opti could pick her up, scrub her down, and start the game again. But the information was there in Peris head. All he had to do wasconvince Peri to let him see it. Fran had given him one more chance, but if this failed, it was done, and Silass worry deepened as more agents gathered in ones and twos, pulled in from the outskirts. They were getting ready for a push. Time was up.
Thank God, he whispered when he spotted Peri from the corner of his eye. She was almost unrecognizable in that blue nylon coat and Lizs white-and-blue-striped knit hat pulled down over her head. She looked smaller, more vulnerable, in the more casual clothes. He could tell she was shaken; every ounce of her usual confidence was gone. The grace, though, remained, and he wondered what might have happened if she had never fallen from that playground swing and had become the dancer she had intended.
But she is a dancer, he reminded himself. She danced with death, and if she didnt keep up, the bastard would win.
Breath held, he watched the men at the door ignore her, focused on a tablet and presumably the tracker. She gave them a backward sniff as she passed them, pushing open the glass doorsand was gone.
Bold as brass, he thought in relief and checked his watch. He and Liz would lead them through the mall and out the south entrance to leave the tracker on a bus before doubling back. Peri would probably be test-driving the latest model from Detroit. The woman did like her cars.
Not so fast, he thought, standing when he saw Liz striding through the food court. Peri never walked that quickly even when she was late, firm in the conviction that if you were important enough, theyd wait. Lizs arms swung too far, her hips swaying not quite enough. The coat Peri had bought hung on her a bit loose; her shoulders werent wide enough to carry off the high fashion. The grace Peri held was missing, but no one else seemed to notice. Every single Opti agent was focused on her, and his pulse quickened as he swung Peris roller bag around as she approached.
My God, Liz said as she halted before him, beaming up at him in excitement. The woman is a nightmare.
Silass jaw clenched. True. Shes complicated, he said, hand on her shoulder to point her in the direction of the south entrance.
Liz flicked a glance behind them, disguising it with a tug to her new coat. Yeah? You like paranoid, sarcastic basket cases who can kill a man with a ballpoint pen?
I like you, dont I? South entrance is our best bet.
Where the construction is? Got it. Liz fell into step with him, and he couldnt help but notice that her pace was shorter than Peris. It took effort to shorten his stride to meet it. Funny how it had never seemed like a chore with Peri. I cant believe youre still carting her luggage, Liz said, almost obnoxiously cheerful against the weight of his concern. All the way from Detroit.
