"Good," said Heidi. "You want to quit? I"ll get your a.s.s fired."
Hollis looked at her. "Okay," she said.
46. TORTOISESh.e.l.l AND PINSTRIPES
This hotel where Hollis was staying, which had no sign at all, had an antique desk carved with a naked girl, apparently feeling up a horse, though the work was so intricate that it was hard to tell, exactly, what was going on, and Milgrim didn"t want to seem to be staring. Otherwise, there were dark paneled walls, a pair of curving marble stairways, and the unfriendly regard of the young man seated behind the desk, peering coldly up through nonprescription lenses in tortoisesh.e.l.l frames. Not to mention his tall, st.u.r.dy, pinstriped a.s.sociate, who"d asked if he could help Milgrim. Help him, Milgrim had felt, to turn right around and get back on the street where he belonged. "Hollis Henry," Milgrim had said, managing what he"d felt had been a good approximation of a neutral tone he"d heard a lot of around Blue Ant, in similar circ.u.mstances.
"Yes?"
"Her car"s here." Truck had seemed too specific. "Can you let her know, please?"
"You"ll want the desk," the tall young man had said, turning and walking back to what Milgrim now a.s.sumed to be his station by the door.
There hadn"t seemed to be any, or not in the stand-up, pigeonholes-behind sense, so Milgrim had continued on, another ten feet or so, to where this other, smaller, similarly suited young man was seated. "Hollis Henry," he"d said, trying his neutral tone again, though it hadn"t come out very well. He"d thought it sounded rather dirty, somehow, though perhaps that was the carving, which he"d noticed as he spoke.
"Name?"
"Milgrim."
"Are you expected?"
"Yes."
Milgrim, viewed through what he imagined were probably parts of the actual exoskeleton of a dead if not extinct animal, held his ground while a very elegantly ancient-looking telephone was brought into play. "She doesn"t appear to be in."
From somewhere beyond the stair came a complex rattle of metal, and then the sound of Hollis"s voice.
"That would be her now," said Milgrim.
Then Hollis appeared, beside a tall, pale, hawk-nosed, ferocious-looking woman who might have been captain of the guard at some Goth queen"s palace, to judge by her tight short jacket, with its fringed epaulets and ornate frogs, every shade from charcoal to midnight. She needs a saber, Milgrim thought, delighted.
"Your car is here, Miss Henry," said Tortoisesh.e.l.l, Milgrim having apparently become invisible.
"This is Heidi, Milgrim." Hollis sounded tired.
The tall woman"s large, startlingly strong hand effortlessly captured Milgrim"s, giving it a brisk, rhythmic shake, possibly half of some covert recognition system. Milgrim"s hand was allowed to escape.
"She"s coming with us."
"Of course," said Milgrim as the tall one, Heidi, headed for the door, her stride long and determined.
"Good evening, Miss Hyde, Miss Henry," said Pinstripes.
"Honey," said Heidi.
"Robert," said Hollis.
He opened and held the door for them.
"Now, that"s a ride," said Heidi, catching sight of the Hilux. "Lose your rocket launcher?"
Milgrim looked back as Pinstripes closed the door behind them. Was there such a thing as a private hotel? He knew that there were private parks here. "What"s this hotel called?" he asked.
"Cabinet," said Hollis. "Let"s go."
47. IN THE CUISINART ATRIUM
Heidi, for some reason, knew a great deal about custom vehicular armor. Perhaps it was a Beverly Hills thing, Hollis thought, as Aldous wound them deeper into the City, or a Ponzi scheme thing, or both. Heidi and Aldous, with whom Hollis could see Heidi was flirting, though still at a level of solid deniability, were deep in a discussion of whether or not Bigend had been wise to insist on power windows for the front set of doors, which had meant forgoing a bulletproof doc.u.mentation slot on the driver"s side, through which papers might be presented without opening either the door or the window. The power windows, Heidi maintained, meant that the doors were necessarily armored to a lower standard, with Aldous firmly insisting that this was not the case.
"I wish I didn"t have to see him now," said Milgrim, beside Hollis in the back seat. "I have to tell him something."
"So do I," said Hollis, not caring whether Aldous heard, though she doubted that he did. "I"m quitting."
"You are?" Milgrim looked suddenly bereft.
"Meredith"s changed her mind about telling me who the Hounds designer is. Her reason for doing that left me thinking I should let the whole thing go."
"What will you do?"
"I"ll tell him I can"t do it. That should be that." She wished she were as confident as she"d just sounded. "What do you have to tell him?"
"About Preston Gracie," said Milgrim, "the man Foley"s working for."
"How do you know that?"
"Someone told me," said Milgrim, and actually squirmed. "Someone I met."
"Who"s Preston Gracie?"
"Mike," Milgrim said. "She says they"re all named Mike."
"All who?"
"Special soldiers."
"He"s a soldier?"
"Not anymore. An arms dealer."
"She who?"
"Winnie," said Milgrim, his voice catching. "She"s a ... cop." This last emerging, Hollis thought, as though he were having to confess, in utmost seriousness, to having had a conversation, or perhaps some more intimate exchange, with some other species entirely. "Well, sort of a cop. Worse, probably. A DCIS agent." He p.r.o.nounced this "deesis," and she had no idea what it meant.
"That"s British?"
"No," said Milgrim, "she followed me from Myrtle Beach. What she does is about military contracts, at least it is this time. She took my picture, in Seven Dials. Then came to the hotel. Do you want your computer back?"
"Of course not," said Hollis. "Why did she follow you?"
"She thought we might be involved with Gracie. That Bigend might be. Then she talked to me, and saw that Bigend"s just after the same contracts." She could barely hear him now.
"Bigend"s an arms dealer?" She looked at the back of Aldous"s head.
"No," said Milgrim, "but Gracie"s trying to be involved in the same sort of contracting. Legitimization."
"And she told you this because ... ?"
"She wants Bigend to know," Milgrim said, miserably.
"Then tell him."
"I shouldn"t have been talking with her," Milgrim said. He"d locked his hands together, like a child desperately miming prayer. "I"m afraid."
"Of what?"
His shoulders drew further together. "I just am am," he said. "I"m like that. But I ... forgot."
"It"ll be fine," said Hollis, immediately deciding it was a ridiculous thing to have said.
"I wish you weren"t quitting," he said.
Narrow City streets, their names often basic common nouns. They had to be really old, then, she supposed. She didn"t know this part of London at all. Had no idea now where they were. "How much further?" she asked Aldous.
"Almost there," said Aldous. There was little traffic. Quite a few very new buildings, recalling the boom prior to the bust. They pa.s.sed one with a logo she remembered from an ad on the cab she"d taken, the night Inchmale had advised her to call Bigend.
She reached over and gave Milgrim"s balled double fist a squeeze. His hands were very cold. "Relax. I"ll help you. We"ll do it together." She saw that his eyes were closed.
"Draw Your Brakes" briefly filled the truck. "Aldous," Aldous said into his iPhone. "Yes sir. Miss Henry, Mr. Milgrim, and Miss ... ?" He glanced back at Hollis.
"Give me the phone."
He pa.s.sed it back to her.
"Heidi"s with us," she said.
"I wasn"t expecting her," said Bigend, "but she can play with the balloons. We do need to talk."
"She"ll understand." She handed the phone back to Aldous. He held it to his ear. "Yes sir," he said, and slipped it into his black suitcoat.
"Milgrim and I have to have a talk with Hubertus," Hollis said to Heidi.
Heidi turned. "I thought you wanted some help with that."
"I did," said Hollis, "but it"s gotten more complicated." She rolled her eyes in Milgrim"s direction.
"What"s wrong with him?"
"Nothing," said Hollis.
"Don"t let him f.u.c.k f.u.c.k with you," said Heidi, reaching back to prod Milgrim in the knee, causing his eyes to snap wide with terror. "He"s full of with you," said Heidi, reaching back to prod Milgrim in the knee, causing his eyes to snap wide with terror. "He"s full of s.h.i.t s.h.i.t," she insisted, "they all all are." Leaving Hollis to wonder, as Aldous pulled the truck over, who they all were. Male authority figures, she guessed, from having known Heidi. Whatever had once made her serial liaisons with professional boxers so relentlessly lively, and had required her separation, as much as had been possible, from label executives. are." Leaving Hollis to wonder, as Aldous pulled the truck over, who they all were. Male authority figures, she guessed, from having known Heidi. Whatever had once made her serial liaisons with professional boxers so relentlessly lively, and had required her separation, as much as had been possible, from label executives.
Aldous pressed various switches on the truck"s dash, with resulting clunks and clanks. He opened his own door, climbed down, closed it, opened the one beside Hollis, and helped her down, his hand large and warm. Milgrim scrambled down behind her, flinching when Aldous heaved the door shut. Heidi, meanwhile, had opened her own door and jumped down. She was wearing gray-green leather plus-fours and knee-high black boots whose brogue-style uppers were soled with sections of tank tread, more loot from the ongoing punitive demolition of f.u.c.kstick"s remaining credit cards.
Hollis looked up at the building they were parked in front of. It resembled a European countertop appliance from the Nineties, something by Cuisinart or Krups, metallic gray plastic, its corners blandly rounded. Aldous pressed something on a black key-fob, causing the truck to clunk multiply and give an almost visible shiver of heightened awareness.
They followed him to the building"s entrance, where his equally tall but less-charming colleague, whose name Hollis had never gotten, waited inside.
"I hope he doesn"t want a urine sample," Milgrim seemed to say, inexplicably, though she opted to pretend she hadn"t heard him.
They were pa.s.sed through the door, then, from one Jamaican to another, the door locked behind them, and led out into the center of the Cuisinart Building"s determined but rather miniature atrium. Hollis, having some vague idea of what City real estate was worth, supposed they must have agonized over this empty, purely American volume of s.p.a.ce, every square centimeter of which, otherwise, might have been filled with usable, windowless office-hive. As it was, it rose a mere five floors, wrapped at each level with a walk-around interior balcony of the same metallic-looking plastic, or plastic-looking metal, that sheathed the exterior. Like a model, to only partial scale, of some hotel in the Atlanta core.
Bigend, in his trench coat, stood at its center, holding an iPhone with both hands, arms extended, squinting, thumbs moving slightly.
"I need to speak with Hollis and Milgrim," Bigend said to Heidi, offering her the iPhone, "but you"ll enjoy this. The controls are highly intuitive. The video-feed, of course, is from its nose-camera. Start with the manta, then try the penguin." He pointed, up. They all looked up. Near the atrium"s uniformly glowing, paneled ceiling hung a penguin and a manta ray. The penguin, silvery, looked only approximately like a penguin, but the manta, merely a black, devilishly dynamic-looking blot, seemed considerably more realistic. "Try them," Bigend said. "Delightful, really. Relaxing. The only other people in the building, at the moment, are employees of mine."
Heidi craned up at the balloons, if that was what they were, then looked at the iPhone, which she now held in much the way Bigend had been holding it. Her thumbs began to move. "d.a.m.n," she said appreciatively.
"This way," said Bigend. "I"ve leased two floors of offices here, but they"re very busy now. We can sit here ..." He led them to an L-shaped bench of dull aluminum mesh, in the shadow of a hanging stairway, the sort of place that would have been a smoking-nest, when people smoked in office buildings. "You recall the Amsterdam dealer we bought your jacket from? His mysterious picker?"
"Vaguely."
"We"ve gone back to that. Or, rather, a strategic business intelligence unit I"ve hired in the Hague has. An example of Sleight pushing me out of my comfort zone. I"ve never trusted private security firms, private investigators, private intelligence firms, at all. In this case, though, they have no idea who they"re working for."
"And?" Hollis, seated now, Milgrim beside her, was watching Bigend closely.
"I"m sending you both to Chicago. We think the Hounds designer is there."
"Why?"
"Our dealer has had subsequent dealings with the picker who brought him the jacket. Both picker and jacket came from Chicago."
"Are you certain?"