3rd World Products, Book 16 (31 page)

Still looking skeptical, the cop took out his pen and clicked it, then watchfully reached to try to mark my hand. The pen stopped a quarter inch from my skin. He tried again, then straightened and put the pen back in his pocket.
 

“Really,” I said, “We’re fine.”
 

Faced with that readily apparent fact, the cop simply nodded, then said, “Wait here,” and went to his car. After some chat on the radio and using his car’s laptop, he returned to give us our IDs and wish us a good day.
 

Turning off our fields to pocket our IDs, Tanya said, “That’s weird. He didn’t ask us anything about the fields.”
 

“He didn’t have to. They know about them, they just don’t see them very often.”
 

“I expected him to ask where he could get one.”
 

“He knows they come with a PFM. He doesn’t know about boards. He checked us out and then went back to work.”
 

Chapter Twenty
 

Tanya surprised me again during the afternoon. She bought a disposable camera, a small diamond pendant, and a dozen postcards and stamps. I helped her put the pendant on, then we found a faux-Bavarian pub and had a drink as she addressed the cards and scribbled on them.
 

Holding up the cards, she grinningly said, “Memories, like you said,” and sipped her drink.
 

Inside the pub, nobody thought we were underdressed for the weather, but it was apparent most of them thought we were rather underdressed for the social environment.
 

I said nothing about that to Tanya and when we finished our drinks, we left to find a mailbox. The days of public mailboxes on city streets seemed to be long gone. We ended up hiking two blocks to the post office to use their drop slot. On the way back, of course, we spotted a mailbox in an entranceway.
 

Sure, I could have used my core to locate such things, but Tanya was having a grand time traipsing around town taking pictures. She asked why I hadn’t bought a camera.
 

“Don’t need one,” I said, “Been here before and better photographers have shot better pictures than I could. But when we get to Europe, I’ll want…”
 

Tanya stopped and stared at me. “Europe?!”
 

“Sure. We can camp on the flitter and be tourists.”
 

“You’re
serious?!
”
 

“Of course I’m serious. We got this far, didn’t we? A few more miles won’t matter.”
 

She launched herself at me and hugged me.
 

I grinningly said, “Of course, people will think I’m your sugar daddy or something, but if you can live with that…”
 

“Oh,
fuck them!
I
like
you, Ed! I was afraid you’d disappear once mom was back on her feet!”
 

“Speaking of mom, will she go along with it?”
 

“She doesn’t have to. I’ll be with anybody I want.”
 

“Not to be difficult, but leave some room for doubt. Selena’s mother was a ten-point bitch about our time together. She kept saying Sel should be with a man who’d marry her and give her kids. She even rescheduled a surgery to keep us from going to a convention together.”
 

“My God! Really?! Don’t worry. Mom won’t be like that.”
 

“We’ll see. She already hates me without knowing I’m playing with her daughter.”
 

Tanya stood straight and said, “I won’t put up with it, Ed.”
 

“As I said, leave some room for doubt. Mothers can be formidable critters when they’re pissed.” I sighed, “In the meantime, I’ll just lick you silly at every opportunity and try my best to ruin you for all other men, ma’am.”
 

Tanya laughed, “Sounds good to me!”
 

We got underway again and made it another few blocks before the mountains cast their long, dark shadows. We had another drink at a place along Main Street, then we used the boards to skim up the flanks of the ski slopes and see the tops of the mountains.
 

As we stood watching the real sunset from a prominent spot, my implant pinged with Linda’s chime.
 

I said, “Yes’m? Tanya’s with me.”
 

“No problem. I haven’t turned up much more than you did. Different, but similar. And it’s all circumstantial. I think we’d need an actual confession to make anything happen.”
 

Tanya had turned when I spoke.
 

I put up a screen and said, “Linda, we could call him if you think we have enough to work with.”
 

Linda said, “Hello, Tanya.”
 

Tanya replied, “Hello. Call who?”
 

I said, “Brian White. Germany is six hours ahead of the east coast. Eight hours ahead of Linda.”
 

“What do you expect to accomplish?”
 

“I dunno. Maybe hearing from me will give him a heart attack. He’s got six years on me.”
 

She goggled at me. “But what if he’s
innocent?!
”
 

I shrugged. “Then hearing from me shouldn’t bother him much. He’s had almost forty years to get the canal water out of his nose. If he still gives a damn at all.”
 

Looking at the screen, I asked, “Linda?”
 

She nodded. “Yes. We’ll see how it goes.”
 

“Good enough. What time?”
 

“How’s seven a.m., my time?”
 

“Kind of early, really, but… for
you
, anything, ma’am.”
 

She laughed, “Okay. I’ll be up, so I’ll call you. Bye, all.”
 

Tanya said, “Goodbye, Linda,” and I saluted as I said, “Auf Wiedersehen, Fearless Leader!”
 

Linda laughed again and poked her ‘off’ icon.
 

I let our screen dissolve as Tanya asked, “Kind of early? She’s in Arizona, right? Seven her time is nine in Florida.”
 

“Yup. Would you mind terribly if I hugged you and took a big ol’ whiff of your hair, ma’am? If you smell good enough, I might even kiss you.”
 

With a mock glower, she poked my chest and said, “If you
don’t
kiss me, I’ll send you down this hill on your
ass
.”
 

We wandered atop the mountain for a time, then Tanya said it was time to think about food.
 

After some discussion of what we might find in one of the Aspen restaurants, she asked, “But would we be able to eat without interruptions? A lot of people saw us today.”
 

“There is that. What would you want for dinner, Tanya? I’m bad at picking restaurants; my default choices are Checkers, Wendy’s, and buffet places.”
 

She perked up at the word ‘buffet’. “All you want, whatever you want. Yeah. Let’s find a buffet.”
 

I consulted my core and said, “North side of Denver. A buffet steak house. Good?”
 

Tanya grinned. “Great! I already know what I’ll get.”
 

Leaning to kiss her, I laughed, “The perfect woman! Where have you been half my life, lady?”
 

“Oh, around. Actually, I’ve probably only been your ‘perfect woman’ for about the last year.”
 

“Only three? Why’s that?”
 

“I was a typical suburban housewife. Getting mom into that place cost a small mint. That’s the main reason I sold the house. We got a lot of it back, but it took most of a year. Then Martin got sick. A heart problem.” She looked up and said, “Martin was my husband.”
 

I didn’t say, “You’ve mentioned that,” I just nodded.
 

Tanya said, “And then he died the following year. Burying him nearly cleaned me out. I had access to about fifteen thousand of mom’s money, so I used some of it. I figured I’d pay her back someday. At least, I hope so.”
 

She stood straight to take a breath and said, “By then, all my starch was gone. I took a few jobs to make ends meet and waited to see how things would work out with the bill collectors. Some of them are still waiting, but I’m working on it. I
won’t
go bankrupt. I just
won’t
. Anyway, that’s when I realized the trappings of upper middle class living are just that… traps. Get in debt, stay in debt, it’s the American Way. I also realized I didn’t miss much of it. Maintaining that big house and everything else was always a pain in the ass. But when I moved to an apartment, a lot of people I once considered friends stopped inviting me to things.”
 

“Um… some of that might be due to being a gorgeous widow lady, ma’am. You know how women can be, and they send out the invites, right? You became a risk.”
 

Tanya studied me in the gathering darkness and said, “You seem to know a heck of a lot about women. But you’re right. I knew it then and it’s still true. Other than office events, I don’t get invited to much. That’s one reason I’d rather not lose Jessica. She’s my only real friend.”
 

I said nothing about Jessica, but even silence speaks.
 

Tanya made a dismissive gesture and said, “Never mind. We won’t go there again. Let’s go find that restaurant.”
 

“Denver’s only about a hundred miles by air. Want to use the boards or the flitter?”
 

“The flitter. I’m ready to sit down for a while.”
 

I called Galatea in two-seat mode and we flitted over the mountains to Denver. As we approached, I had Tea monitor 911 calls. She almost instantly reported a three-car pileup at Twentieth Street and I-25.
 

Calling up an extra flitter, I had it pulse neon red and act as a road guard well behind the accident. Tea cast a weather dome over the scene and snuffed out a small fire as she checked the participants. Two drivers were seriously injured and the couple in the third car were only banged up. Treatment began as the first of several cop cars arrived.
 

When one of the cops waved up at my flitter, I used my board to zip down there and discuss matters. Tanya followed on her own board and added her statement to mine, which amounted to, “The flitter said there was an accident, so we stopped.”
 

Half an hour later we were able to leave and headed for the restaurant, where I used my credit card to buy our meals. Tanya noticed that and looked at me curiously, but said nothing at the time.
 

She seemed oddly quiet during our meal, which I took to mean she was thinking about something. I decided it was only reasonable and fair to do some thinking of my own.
 

The phrase ‘too good to be true’ bubbled up from some dark, cautionary recess. In what regard? So far she’d been a great companion. The best ever, it seemed. At least on a par with Selena and Toni, who’d been just as lusty at times and just as entertaining between those times. No complaints at all so far, except maybe her thing about Jessica.
 

The thing in the mental crater yelled up, ‘
That’s not what I mean!
‘ but said no more. Cretin. He could at least explain. I looked at lovely Tanya and had my core scan her for health problems. None. Her mental state also seemed okay, but I realized I didn’t really know her well enough to judge. And of course, there were people who showed no signs and snapped for no apparent reason, so that concern was moot.
 

Money? Shrug. I could find a way to toss her some anonymously. No strings, no bullshit. Probably ought to do that anyway just to give her a break from excessive frugality. What else could she get from me? A job at 3rd World? She’d have to be qualified, so she could just as easily apply, and a reference from me might hold up the process, not help it.
 

We’d already fixed Marie. She had a board, if getting a field device had ever really been a factor. That didn’t seem likely, and she had no ties to any government outfits that didn’t have to do with Marie’s hospitalization and maintenance.
 

Fact is, I couldn’t think of a damned thing to make Tanya’s affections seem suspicious, and that in itself made me suspicious of myself. Was I too close to see? Trees blocking my view of the forest? Been there before. Maybe it was time for a private talk with Linda or Angie. Or both.
 

And then, again, maybe she just liked me. Gotta be fair. Could happen, right? But what would make that happen? Why would she hook up — to use the later urban definition — with a guy twenty… seven?… years older?
 

I checked what I could about her through my core. It found security checks regarding Marie. Minor and routine surveillance stuff. No steady boyfriends on record since hubby Martin died.
 

Will and Connie had automatically caused the vetting or re-vetting of anyone involved in almost any manner. Clean again. No police record, open or closed. Not known for hysterics. Strong sense of honor and duty. Hell, maybe she
was
perfect, or as close as anyone’s ever been.
 

Reaching across the table, Tanya tapped my hand. I focused on her and found her looking at me oddly.
 

She said, “You really do go off in your own little world, don’t you? What were you thinking about?”
 

Mental shrug. Give her the truth.
 

“You, of course, milady.”
 

Rolling her eyes with a grin, she said, “No, really.”
 

“Would you believe ‘mostly’, then?”
 

“No. Come on, what was it?”