Echo (12 page)
Alex and I took the armchairs, and she settled onto the sofa. Rachel commented that she’d heard of Alex and pronounced herself surprised that he had found time or reason to visit her. “My understanding, Mr. Benedict,” she said, “is that you sell antiques. I think there’s a game of some sort being played here. Are you and Ms. Kolpath really writing a history of Survey?”
Something in her manner indicated nothing was to be gained by lying. “No,” said Alex. “That’s not really quite accurate.”
“And what, if I may ask, do you actually want?” Her voice hardened. It didn’t become hostile, just don’t bother me with nonsense. She glanced my way, as if expecting me to respond. But this seemed like a good time to let Alex carry the ball.
He weighed his answer. Tasted the liqueur. “It’s good,” he said. She did not respond, and he continued: “Actually, Ms. Bannister, I think you know.”
“Really?”
“Now you are the one playing games.”
“I do
not
play games, Mr. Benedict.” Her manner shifted slightly. Became more intense. Not cold. Not angry. But she let us know we were close to crossing a line.
not
play games, Mr. Benedict.” Her manner shifted slightly. Became more intense. Not cold. Not angry. But she let us know we were close to crossing a line.
“I understand you knew Somerset Tuttle.”
“Yes,” she said. “I knew him. He was a friend.”
Alex looked my way. “Chase is also a pilot.”
The tension did not go away. “I haven’t done any of that for a long time.”
I took my cue and smiled back. “I envy you, Ms. Bannister.”
“Really? Why is that?”
“Most of us just haul people and freight around. You were out there in unknown territory. You never knew what lay ahead. Must have been pretty exciting stuff.”
“For the most part, I simply ran tours.” She paused. “Is that why you’re here? To inquire about my emotional state?”
“No,” I said. “But I just travel port to port, occasionally. And take Alex out once in a while. Mostly, I sit at a desk. You, on the other hand—”
She gazed at me. “Have you tried Survey, Ms. Kolpath?”
“No. Not really.”
“I have friends over there. I’m sure I could get you a billet if you’d like to put a little more excitement into your life.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll think about it.”
Alex pretended to look annoyed, thereby annoying
me
. It never occurred to him that I might have been serious.
me
. It never occurred to him that I might have been serious.
“Now,” said Rachel, keeping focused on me, “did you want to get to the point? Or should we just chat for a bit? I really
am
running out of time.”
am
running out of time.”
“Tuttle left us with a puzzle,” said Alex, in a level voice. “He owned a tablet engraved with symbols we can’t identify. They don’t look like any known human language.”
“Really? Well, it’s probably from one of the digs. Sunset was inclined—bear with me,
Somerset
, that is—liked to collect souvenirs. I don’t specifically recall a
tablet
, but it’s possible. Maybe it’s from Karinya. Or Dismal Point. Settlements were established there. Thousands of years ago. I know he visited places like that occasionally.”
Somerset
, that is—liked to collect souvenirs. I don’t specifically recall a
tablet
, but it’s possible. Maybe it’s from Karinya. Or Dismal Point. Settlements were established there. Thousands of years ago. I know he visited places like that occasionally.”
“Ms. Bannister, didn’t you send your nephew to Tuttle’s former home to pick up a tablet?” He produced a picture of the object and handed it to her.
“Oh,” she said. “Yes. The rock. I had no idea that’s what we were talking about.”
“May I ask where it is now?”
“In the river, Mr. Benedict, as best I know. Look, I have no idea why you’re so overwrought about this. But yes, I saw the rock, the tablet, when it was advertised. Try to understand that I had a close relationship at one time with Somerset. When I saw the tablet appear, and realized what it was and that someone was getting rid of it, my first thought was that it would be nice to have it here. Sentimental value. So yes, I asked Doug to go by and pick it up for me. Is anything wrong with that?”
“When you realized what it was—What actually was it?”
“It was an object once owned by a man I cared about.”
“You don’t know any more about it than that?”
“No.”
“They were halfway back here, and you changed your mind. Told them to drop it in the river. Right?”
“I told Doug to get rid of it. I left the details to him.”
“May I ask why you changed your mind?”
“I told you it had sentimental value.”
“Yes?”
“It occurred to me that having it here, where I’d see it every day, would be painful. Now, if you want to find out precisely where it is, you need to ask Doug. I can give you his code if you like.”
“Ms. Bannister, you know, of course, what Tuttle’s life work was?”
“Of course. Everybody who knows anything about him knows what he was looking for.”
“We were wondering if he succeeded.”
“Oh.” She broke into a spasm of laughter.
“You think it’s funny?” Alex said.
“I think it’s hysterical, Mr. Benedict. If you knew the man, you’d understand that if he found anything like what you’re suggesting, he’d have told the world. Within twenty-four hours. It’s all he cared about.”
“Did he care about it even more than he cared about you?”
That hurt. I saw it in her eyes. “Yes,” she said after a moment. “He didn’t care about me that much. We were friends. That’s all.”
Alex’s voice shifted a notch. “Is the tablet here?”
Her eyes widened. “I’d invite you to look, Mr. Benedict, but I don’t think you’re entitled to that privilege. And I think prolonging this conversation will simply be a waste of time.” She got up. “I really must be going.”
The condo had a kitchen, a dining area, and, if my guess was right, two additional rooms. “Ms. Bannister,” Alex said, “I’m prepared to make a substantial offer if you would simply allow us to examine the stone.” He named a figure. It would have bought a luxury skimmer.
Rachel looked at me. “Chase, you need to find a more rational associate. I
do
recommend you look into a position at Survey.”
do
recommend you look into a position at Survey.”
“Let us see it,” Alex said, “and we’ll say nothing to anyone. If that is what you wish.”
She walked over to the door and told it to open. “I wish I had it, Mr. Benedict. So I could take your money.” She smiled pleasantly. “Good evening.”
“Good evening,” Alex said.
As we passed out into the corridor, she lingered in the doorway. “I’m disappointed, Mr. Benedict. After everything I’d read about you, I had expected more.”
Alex faced her. “You understand, Ms. Bannister, that you’ve taken unlawful possession of an object that is covered under the General Antiquities Provision Act?”
“What are you talking about?”
“If the tablet is what we think, it can’t be acquired by a private individual. It’s protected.”
“You’re being silly, Mr. Benedict. You just finished telling me that Somerset owned it.”
“In a presumptive sense. In fact, an object like that belongs to everyone.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“If you refuse to cooperate, you’ll leave me no choice but to notify the authorities.”
“Do as you like. I’m not sure what it will do to your reputation when they get here and discover you’ve been making it all up.”
“What’s the General Antiquities Provision Act? I’ve never heard of it.”
“Actually, it exists, but I don’t think it outlaws private ownership—”
“Then why—?”
“Use your imagination, Chase.”
“Alex, don’t you think she’ll look it up? She’ll find out quickly enough you, um, weren’t being truthful.”
“I don’t think we need worry about that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a
law
, Chase. It’s a hundred pages of fine print written in legalese.”
law
, Chase. It’s a hundred pages of fine print written in legalese.”
I shrugged. “I think she’s telling the truth,” I said, as we rode the elevator down.
“That brings us back to the original question.”
“Which is—?”
“Why isn’t the tablet in the river? Does Doug Bannister strike you as a guy who would be interested in artifacts?”
“His wife might.”
“I don’t think Doug’s wife is in charge here.”
“So what’s next?”
“You feel like doing a stakeout?”
“A stakeout? Here?”
“It shouldn’t take long.”
EIGHT
We can never say that anything is lost beyond all chance of recall. In the end, even the sea gives up its secrets.
—Eskaiya Black,
Lost in Aruba
Lost in Aruba
We didn’t have a decent view of Rachel’s building from the parking area, so we went airborne. Alex didn’t want to tell me what we were waiting for. Instead, he got that smug look and said I should just sit tight.
So I let him enjoy his moment. Then I asked whether he really believed she was sending for Doug again.
“Sure,” he said with that big grin. “What choice does she have?”
We drifted around and watched. After about twenty minutes, the white, split-wing Sentinel came out of the western sky, homed in on the Square, and descended onto what was probably Rachel’s private pad behind the building. A door opened, and Doug popped out, followed by Brian. They climbed up onto the covered walkway, out of our view, and must have gone in through a rear entrance.
“We going down to confront them?” I asked.
“And do what? Let’s just watch.”
They’d been inside about ten minutes when they reappeared, carrying what might have been a packing case. It looked big enough to contain the tablet.
The case was obviously heavy. They struggled with it but got it to the Sentinel. A door opened and they pushed it into the backseat. Then both climbed on board, and the skimmer rose into the night.
“Where do you figure they’re going?” I asked.
“Don’t know. I assume a more secure place to stow the tablet.”
It was dark by then, the last vestiges of the sunset lost in the lights of a thousand airborne vehicles. The sky was full of moving stars. The Sentinel surprised us by entering an eastbound lane. Outbound, toward the ocean. We remained with them, but stayed far enough back to avoid discovery. I hoped.
We moved across the city and arced out toward the beaches. The traffic turned north and south along the coast, but the Sentinel kept going.
Just offshore and south of the city, a large brightly illuminated emporium, the Majestic, occupied a quarter of Liberty Island. Its upper deck provided landing pads, and I thought for a moment that was where they were headed. But they maintained altitude and kept going as the remaining traffic peeled away. “Alex,” I said, “if we stay with them, they’ll know we’re here.”
“Can’t help it, Chase.”
“Where are they going? You think there’s a boat out here somewhere?”
“They’re going to dump it.”
“Why on earth would they do that?”
“I have no idea, Chase. For whatever reason, Rachel wants to keep it out of our hands. If that means dropping it in the ocean, that’s what she’s prepared to do.”
“What do you suggest?”
He shook his head. “Damn. Open a channel to them.”
We got a quick blip of static. Then Doug’s voice.
“Go ahead, Benedict. That is
you
back there, right?”
“Go ahead, Benedict. That is
you
back there, right?”
“What are you guys doing?”
“I think you can guess.”
“Why?”
“None of your business. The thing’s taking up space, so we’re getting rid of it.”
He growled. It was a thin, almost pathetic sound.
“Go the hell away.”
He growled. It was a thin, almost pathetic sound.
“Go the hell away.”
“Listen, guys, that thing is worth a lot of money. I’m willing to pay for it.”
“How much?”
The notion suddenly broke over me that this whole thing was a con job. That we were being set up.
“I’ll give you a thousand. And match it for Brian.” That would be considerably more than either of these characters could earn in a year.
“That’s pretty good money. Why’s it worth so much, Alex?”
“I’ve told you why. The engraving uses symbols nobody’s seen before. We don’t know the source.”
“It was probably just somebody screwing around.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re really willing to pay that much?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.”
I saw lights on the ocean. A cruise ship several kilometers to port.
“Brian, what do you think?”
I saw lights on the ocean. A cruise ship several kilometers to port.
“Brian, what do you think?”
“Alex,” I said, “they’ve opened the door.”
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