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16.Zona KoIb outfit. "There was a meeting. Very formal. Major b.u.t.t-pain. I got this with Kelsey"s cashcard."
"Where were you ported, when you paid for it?"
"Where I"m ported now. Mitsuko"s place."
Zona frowned. "What other purchases have you made?"
"None."
"Nothing?"
"A subway ticket."
Zona snapped her fingers and a lizard scurried from beneath a rock. It ran up her leg and into her waiting hand. As she stroked it with the fingers of the other hand, the patterns of its coloration changed. She tapped its head and the lizard ran down her leg, vanishing behind a crumpled sheet of rusted roofing. "Kelsey is frightened, frightened enough to come to me."
"Frightened of what?"
"Someone contacted her about your ticket. They were trying to reach her father, because the points used to purchase it were his. But he is traveling. They spoke with Kelsey instead. I think they threatened her."
"With what?"
"I don"t know. But she gave them your name and the number of the cashcard."
Chia thought about Maryalice and Eddie.
Zona Rosa took a knife from her jacket pocket and squatted on a shelf of pinkish rock. Golden dragons swirled in the shallow depths of the knife"s pink plastic handles. She thumbed a b.u.t.ton of plated tin and the dragon-etched blade snapped out, its spine sawtoothed and merciless. "She has no b.a.l.l.s, your Kelsey."
"She"s not my Kelsey, Zona."
Zona picked up a length of green-barked branch and began to shave thin curls from it with the edge of the switchblade. "She would not last an hour, in my world." On a previous visit, she"d told Kelsey stories of the war with the Rats, pitched battles fought through the garbage-strewn playgrounds and collapsing parking garages of vast 110 housing projects. How had that war begun? Over what? Zona never said.
"Neither would I."
"So who is looking for you?"
"My mother would be, if she knew I was here
"That was not your mother, the one who put the fear into Kelsey."
"If someone knew my seat number on the flight over, they could get a ticket number and trace it back, right?"
"If they had certain resources, yes. It would be illegal."
"From there, they could go to Kelsey-"
"From there they are in the frequent-flyer files of Air Magellan, which implies very serious resources."
"There was a woman, on the plane... She had the seat beside me. Then I had to carry her suitcase, and she and her boyfriend gave me a ride into Tokyo.
"You carried her suitcase?"
"Yes."
"Tell me this story. All of it. When did you first see this woman?"
"In the airport, SeaTac. They were doing noninvasive DNA samples and I saw her do this weird thing Chia began the story of Maryalice and the rest of it, while Zona Rosa sat and peeled and sharpened her stick, frowning.
"f.u.c.k your mother," Zona Rosa said, when Chia had finished her story. The translation rendered her tone as either amazement or disgust, Chia couldn"t tell.
"What?" Chia"s confusion was absolute.
Zona looked at her along the length of the peeled stick. "An idiom. Idioma. Very rich and complicated. It has nothing to do with your mother." She lowered the stick and did something to her knife, folding the blade away with a triple click. The lizard she"d adjusted 0.
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earlier came scurrying low across a narrow ledge of rock, clinging so close as to appear two-dimensional. Zona picked it up and stroked it into yet another color-configuration.
"What are you doing?"
"Harder encryption," Zona said, and put the lizard on the lapel of her jacket, where it clung like a brooch, its eyes tiny spheres of onyx. "Someone is looking for you. Probably they"ve already found you. We must try to insure that our conversation is secure."
"Can you do that, with him?" The lizards head moved.
"Maybe. He"s new. But those are better." She pointed up with the stick. Chia squinted into the evening sky, dark cloud tinted with streaks of sunset pink. She thought she saw a sweep of wings, so high. Two things flying. Big. Not planes. But then they were gone. "Illegal, in your country. Colombian. From the data-havens." Zona put the pointed end of her stick on the ground and began to twirl it one way, then the other, between her palms. Chia had seen a rabbit make -fire that way, once, in an ancient cartoon. "You are an idiot."
"Why?"
"You carried a bag through customs? A stranger"s bag?"
"Yes -
"Idiot!"
"I am not."
"She is a smuggler. You are hopelessly naive."
But you went along with sending me here, Chia thought, and suddenly felt like crying. "But why are they looking for me?"
Zona shrugged. "In the District, a cautious smuggler would not let a mule go free.
Something silvery and cold executed a tight little flip somewhere behind and below Chia"s navel, and with it came the unwelcome recollection of the washroom at Whiskey Clone, and the corner of something she hadn"t recognized. In her bag. Stuffed down between her t-shirts. When she"d used one to dry her hands.
"What"s wrong?"
112 I"I better go. Mitsuko went to make tea. . . Talking too quickly, biting off the words.
"Go? Are you insane? We must-"