Home

Zero History Part 10

Zero History - novelonlinefull.com

You’re read light novel Zero History Part 10 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy

"Let me be the judge of that."

"So breakfast, and we talk, then we hit the market. I'd thought it would be more like the clothes end of Portobello, or Camden Lock. But it was more artists, craftsy stuff. j.a.panese prints, paintings, jewelry. Things the sellers had made."

"When was this?"

"Last March. Still hot. People had been lining up, for Hounds, while we ate. Market's not very big. Mere leads me straight to this queue, inside, I'd say twenty people, more after us. Out in a yard. I'm thinking, That's not for us, but she says it is, we have to queue too."

"What were the other people like, waiting?"



"Focused," he said. "No chatting. And they all seemed to be alone. Trying to look casual, like."

"Male? Female?"

"More male."

"Age?"

"Mixed."

She wondered what that meant, to Clammy.

"And they were waiting for ... ?"

"There was a table, in under this old beach umbrella. We were in the sun, getting hotter. He's sitting under there behind the table."

"He?"

"White. Maybe thirty. American."

She guessed Clammy might be unable to estimate age accurately, over about twenty or so. "How do you know?"

"Spoke with him, didn't I, when I got up there."

"What about?"

"Shrinkage," Clammy said. "Sizing. Hounds are sized to shrink to the label size. Just under, in the waist, then that stretches a little. True sizes, no vanity sizing."

"Anything else?"

"He'd only sell me the one pair. Had three in my size. Showed him the readies. Said he couldn't. One to a customer. Kept things moving. 'Nother twenty, thirty people behind us."

"What was he like?"

"Reddish hair, freckles. A white shirt I wondered about."

"Why?"

"If it might be Hounds. Simple, like, but then not so simple. Like Hounds. He had his cash folded in one hand. No coins. Cash only."

"How much?"

"Two hundred Australian."

"Was he alone?"

"Two Aussie girls. Friends of Mere's. It was actually their pitch he was using. Sell Mere's belts, T's they print, jewelry."

"Names?"

"Nah. Mere'd know."

"She's in Melbourne?"

"Nah. Paris."

She let the darkness of the mothership's hull fill her field of vision. "Paris?"

"What I said."

"Do you know how to reach her?"

"She's at some vintage clothing fair. Two days. Starts tomorrow. Ol' George is there with her. Inchmale's p.i.s.sed that he left while we're in studio."

"I need to meet her. Tomorrow or the next day. Can you arrange that?"

"Remember our agreement?"

"Absolutely. Get on it now. Call me back."

" 'Kay," said Clammy, and was gone, the iPhone suddenly inert, empty.

16. HONOR BAR

She was waiting for Milgrim when he got back to his hotel. On the upholstered bench where they kept their complementary MacBook leashed, on the left side of the crossbar of the T-shaped lobby, opposite the desk.

He hadn't seen her there as he asked the Canadian girl for his room key. "Someone's waiting for you, Mr. Milgrim."

"Mr. Milgrim?"

He turned. She was still seated there, just closing the MacBook, in the black sweatshirt. Flanked on the bench by her large white purse and a larger Waterstone's bag. She stood, slinging the purse over her right shoulder and picking up the Waterstone's bag. She must have had the card out, ready, because he saw it in her right hand as she approached him.

"Winnie Whitaker, Mr. Milgrim." Handing him the card. Badge-like emblem in gold foil, upper left corner. WINNIE T TUNG W WHITAKER. He blinked. SPECIAL A AGENT. Looking past that, desperately seeking escape, into the Waterstone's shopping bag, where he saw at least two Paddington Bear fuzzy toys, with their iconic yellow hats. Then back to the card. DEPARTMENT OF D DEFENSE. OFFICE OF OF I INSPECTOR G GENERAL. DEFENSE C CRIMINAL I INVESTIGATIVE S SERVICE. "DCIS," p.r.o.nouncing the individual letters of the acronym, then p.r.o.nouncing it again as "dee sis," stress on the first.

"You took my picture," Milgrim said, sadly.

"Yes, I did. I need to have a talk with you, Mr. Milgrim. Is there somewhere more private?"

"My room's very small," he said. Which was true, though as he said it he realized there was absolutely nothing in his room that he had to keep her from finding. "The honor bar," he said, "just up the stairs here."

"Thank you," she said, and gestured with the Waterstone's bag for him to lead the way.

"Have you been waiting long?" he asked as he started up the stairs, hearing his own voice as though it belonged to a robot.

"Over an hour, but I got to tweet my kids," she said.

Milgrim didn't know what that meant, and had never fully taken the measure of the honor bar, and wasn't sure how many rooms it might actually consist of. The one they entered now was like one of those educational display corners in a Ralph Lauren flagship store, meant to suggest how some semimythical other half had lived, but cranked up, here, into something else entirely, metastasized, spookily hyper-real.

"Wow," she said appreciatively as he looked down at the card, hoping it would have become something else entirely. "Like the Ritz-Carlton on steroids. But in miniature, sort of." She put her bag of Paddingtons carefully down on a leather ha.s.sock.

"Can I offer you a drink?" asked Milgrim's robotically level voice. He looked down at the horrible card again, then tucked it into the breast pocket of his jacket.

"Do they have a beer?"

"I'm sure they do." With some difficulty he located a paneled-in refrigerator, its door covered in red mahogany. "What would you like?"

She peered into the cold matte-silver interior. "I don't know any of those."

"A Beck's," suggested his robot. "Not the one they have in America."

"And yourself?"

"I don't drink alcohol," he said, pa.s.sing her a bottle of Beck's and choosing a canned soft drink at random. She opened it, using something sterling, with a thick haft of deer antler for a handle, and took a swig directly from the bottle.

"Why did you take my picture?" Milgrim asked, unexpectedly bypa.s.sing his robot voice and sounding like a completely different person, the one you automatically and immediately arrest.

"I'm obsessive," she said.

Milgrim blinked, shuddered.

"Basically," she said, "I collect things. In accordion files, mostly. Pieces of paper. Photographs. Sometimes I put them on the wall, in my office. I have a booking shot of you, from a narcotics arrest in New York, 1997."

"I wasn't charged," Milgrim said.

"No," she agreed, "you weren't." She took a sip of Beck's. "And I have a copy of your pa.s.sport photograph, which of course is much more recent. But this morning, following you, I decided I'd be talking to you this afternoon. So I wanted to get a picture of you before I did. In situ, sort of. Actually, though, I really am obsessive about pictures. I'm not sure now whether I decided I'd talk to you this afternoon, first, or whether I just decided to take your picture, which would mean I'd be talking to you this afternoon." She smiled. "Don't you want your drink?"

Milgrim looked down at the small can, popped the top, and poured something yellowish and carbonated into a highball gla.s.s.

"Let's sit down," she said, and settled into a leather club chair. Milgrim took the one opposite her.

"What have I done?"

"I'm not psychic," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"Well," she said, "you haven't filed income tax for about a decade. But maybe you haven't been earning enough to need to file."

"I don't think I have," Milgrim said.

"But you're employed now?"

"On a sort of honorarium basis," Milgrim said, apologetically. "Plus expenses."

"Some serious expenses," she said, looking around the honor bar. "By this ad agency, Blue Ant?"

"Not formally, no," said Milgrim, not liking the way that sounded. "I work for the founder and CEO." "CEO," he realized, having said this, had started to sound somehow sleazy.

She nodded, making eye contact again. "You don't seem to have left much of a trail, Mr. Milgrim. Columbia? Slavic languages? Translation? Some government work?"

"Yes."

"Zero history, as far as ChoicePoint is concerned. Means you haven't even had a credit card for ten years. Means no address history. If I had to guess, Mr. Milgrim, I'd say you've had a problem with drugs."

"Well," said Milgrim, "yes."

"You don't look to me like you've got a problem with drugs now," she said.

"I don't?"

"No. You look like you've got a set of reflexes left over from having had a problem with drugs. And like you may have a problem with the company you're keeping. But that's what I'm here to talk with you about."

Milgrim took a sip of whatever was in his gla.s.s. Some corrosively bitter Italian lemon soda. His eyes teared.

"Why did you go to Myrtle Beach, Mr. Milgrim? Did you know the man you met with there?"

"His pants."

"His pants?"

"I made tracings," Milgrim said. "I photographed them. He was paid for that."

"Do you know how much?"

"No," said Milgrim. "Thousands." He made a thumb-and-forefinger gesture unconsciously indicating a certain thickness of hundred-dollar bills. "Say ten, tops?"

"And were they Department of Defense property, these pants?" she asked, looking at him very directly.

"I hope not," Milgrim said, out of a deep and sudden misery.

She took a longer swallow of her beer. Continued to look at him that way. Someone chuckled in one of the honor bar's adjoining rooms, from behind drawn French doors of that same red mahogany. The chuckle seemed to match the decor.

Please click Like and leave more comments to support and keep us alive.

RECENTLY UPDATED MANGA

I'll Be the Male Leads Sister-in-Law

I'll Be the Male Leads Sister-in-Law

I'll Be the Male Leads Sister-in-Law Chapter 546 Author(s) : September Flowing Fire, 九月流火 View : 160,027
Shoujo Grand Summoning

Shoujo Grand Summoning

Shoujo Grand Summoning Chapter 1722 Author(s) : 如倾如诉 View : 3,592,285
Magic Gems Gourmet

Magic Gems Gourmet

Magic Gems Gourmet Chapter 184 Author(s) : Ore 2-gō/ Yūki Ryō, 結城涼 View : 176,162
Shadow Slave

Shadow Slave

Shadow Slave Chapter 2064: Fragments of War (1) Author(s) : Guiltythree View : 5,456,631
Warlock Apprentice

Warlock Apprentice

Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1102: Section 1103 Puppet Show Author(s) : Shepherd Fox, 牧狐 View : 1,071,680

Zero History Part 10 summary

You're reading Zero History. This manga has been translated by Updating. Author(s): William Gibson. Already has 463 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

NovelOnlineFull.com is a most smartest website for reading manga online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to NovelOnlineFull.com