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saying.
“I’m not getting through to you, am I?” Trix smiled.
“…um.”
“Okay. Easy-reading version. I wanted to spend time with you and see what happened. I am kind of a big slut, but I don’t give it away for candy bars. I sleep with people I really like. I really like you. I am not here for the money or the thesis. I am here because I really like you, and because you took me on an adventure with you. How’s that?”
“…big slut?”
“Come here.”
I went back to the bed, forgetting the smokes. She reached up, grabbed me by my nipple, and pulled me down.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. We are going to continue our trip for as long as it lasts. We are going to learn about each other and be together. We are going to be friends. We will go back to New York and we will still be friends. And we are going to have sex, you know, a lot . Because that’s what I do with my very best friends because it makes us closer and because it is fun. You will agree now.”
“Yes.”
“There. See how easy that was?” She flipped me onto my back and looked at me thoughtfully. “Hm. We may need some ropes.”
“…oh my God.”
“God can’t help you now, Mike. There’s only me here.”
Chapter 19
B ob ? It’s Mike McGill.”
Bob had acquired a bit of Texas in his accent.
“Mike! Jesus, man, it’s been years! How you been?”
“I followed you out of Chicago. Set up on my own in New York.”
“Good for you, man. Always said you were the smartest guy in the agency. So what’s up?”
“You still in San Antonio?”
He laughed. The laugh had a bit of edge in it. I filed that away, nervously.
“Sure. You need something?”
“Listen, me and my partner need to fly down there today and do some digging. Any chance you could give us some local knowledge?”
“Damn, I’ll pick you up at the airport. Got a flight yet?”
I’d already booked tickets by phone, and gave him the details. That was that, and we hung up.
“Huh,” I said, standing over the phone.
“Problems?” Trix said from the bathroom.
“I don’t know. He didn’t sound right.”
“Define.”
“Nothing ever got to Bob. He was Teflon—everything just slid right off him. Stuff only ever came out when he was drunk. He sounded…not stressed, but edgy. Not like Bob.”
“Been a while since you saw him, though, right? I think I like being your partner, by the way.”
“Well, what the hell else was I going to call you? I couldn’t tell him you were my girlfriend or anything.”
Waited.
“No, you couldn’t,” came her voice.
Shit.
“Friend-with-benefits doesn’t sound too professional, either,” she laughed. Making damn sure I had no idea where things stood.
She tripped out of the bathroom, flames around her eyes. “So what’s the plan, boss?”
“Bob’ll pick us up, we’ll find a hotel, and he’ll give us some background on the next visit.”
“Which is?”
“Ever heard of Roanoke Oil?”
Her face set. “Yes, I have. Serious eco-criminals.”
“I didn’t know that. Well, we’re going to have some fun. Because the thing was bought from our briny friends by the Roanoke family.”
“Oh, wow. That’s interesting. How long ago?”
“Three years, I think.”
“Wow. You know one of the Roanokes tried to take a stab at the presidency last time around?”
A few things went click click click in my head. And, I don’t know, call it an aftereffect of the exfiltration of vintage semen, call it suddenly becoming uncomfortable with only ever having told her part of the story, call it what you fucking like, I don’t care. But I asked her to sit down, and I told her what the book really was. Told her what I’d been told it was and what it was for.
After a while, she blew out a breath and said, “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit .”
“You said that.”
“What do you think he wants it back for?”
“Well, I don’t think it’s a magic book. I think it’s a little bit of history that
“I’m not getting through to you, am I?” Trix smiled.
“…um.”
“Okay. Easy-reading version. I wanted to spend time with you and see what happened. I am kind of a big slut, but I don’t give it away for candy bars. I sleep with people I really like. I really like you. I am not here for the money or the thesis. I am here because I really like you, and because you took me on an adventure with you. How’s that?”
“…big slut?”
“Come here.”
I went back to the bed, forgetting the smokes. She reached up, grabbed me by my nipple, and pulled me down.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. We are going to continue our trip for as long as it lasts. We are going to learn about each other and be together. We are going to be friends. We will go back to New York and we will still be friends. And we are going to have sex, you know, a lot . Because that’s what I do with my very best friends because it makes us closer and because it is fun. You will agree now.”
“Yes.”
“There. See how easy that was?” She flipped me onto my back and looked at me thoughtfully. “Hm. We may need some ropes.”
“…oh my God.”
“God can’t help you now, Mike. There’s only me here.”
Chapter 19
B ob ? It’s Mike McGill.”
Bob had acquired a bit of Texas in his accent.
“Mike! Jesus, man, it’s been years! How you been?”
“I followed you out of Chicago. Set up on my own in New York.”
“Good for you, man. Always said you were the smartest guy in the agency. So what’s up?”
“You still in San Antonio?”
He laughed. The laugh had a bit of edge in it. I filed that away, nervously.
“Sure. You need something?”
“Listen, me and my partner need to fly down there today and do some digging. Any chance you could give us some local knowledge?”
“Damn, I’ll pick you up at the airport. Got a flight yet?”
I’d already booked tickets by phone, and gave him the details. That was that, and we hung up.
“Huh,” I said, standing over the phone.
“Problems?” Trix said from the bathroom.
“I don’t know. He didn’t sound right.”
“Define.”
“Nothing ever got to Bob. He was Teflon—everything just slid right off him. Stuff only ever came out when he was drunk. He sounded…not stressed, but edgy. Not like Bob.”
“Been a while since you saw him, though, right? I think I like being your partner, by the way.”
“Well, what the hell else was I going to call you? I couldn’t tell him you were my girlfriend or anything.”
Waited.
“No, you couldn’t,” came her voice.
Shit.
“Friend-with-benefits doesn’t sound too professional, either,” she laughed. Making damn sure I had no idea where things stood.
She tripped out of the bathroom, flames around her eyes. “So what’s the plan, boss?”
“Bob’ll pick us up, we’ll find a hotel, and he’ll give us some background on the next visit.”
“Which is?”
“Ever heard of Roanoke Oil?”
Her face set. “Yes, I have. Serious eco-criminals.”
“I didn’t know that. Well, we’re going to have some fun. Because the thing was bought from our briny friends by the Roanoke family.”
“Oh, wow. That’s interesting. How long ago?”
“Three years, I think.”
“Wow. You know one of the Roanokes tried to take a stab at the presidency last time around?”
A few things went click click click in my head. And, I don’t know, call it an aftereffect of the exfiltration of vintage semen, call it suddenly becoming uncomfortable with only ever having told her part of the story, call it what you fucking like, I don’t care. But I asked her to sit down, and I told her what the book really was. Told her what I’d been told it was and what it was for.
After a while, she blew out a breath and said, “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit .”
“You said that.”
“What do you think he wants it back for?”
“Well, I don’t think it’s a magic book. I think it’s a little bit of history that
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