“They have to find us first.”
“Zero, leave it alone, I beg you. You’re making progress on so many other fronts. You don’t need—”
“Progress? What progress? SimGen is opening more natal centers all the time!”
“We may soon have to rethink that with the tide of public opinion turning. Manufacturers, one or two of them major, are starting to advertise their products, their clothes, toys, appliances, and so on, as ‘sim-free.’ Mutual funds specializing in sim-free companies are springing up. The Beacon Ridge poisoning—it’s awful to look at it as anything but an atrocity, but something good did come out of it because it’s accelerated the process.” Ellis leaned forward, his expression intense, alive with hope. “We’rewinning , Zero. Leave Manassas Ventures and the rest alone.”
We’renot winning, damn it, Zero thought, his frustration a fire in his gut.
“What we’ve been doing until now is like trying to tame a killer carnivore by removing its food supply. Can’t be done. Or if it can, it’ll take a lifetime. But that was all we had, the only way we knew to deal with it. Until now. Now we may have found a weapon, one that can strike at the heart of the beast. And that changes everything.”
“But you’re forgetting that there’s a pregnant sim somewhere out there. Find her and prove that the father of her child is human and our war is won!”
“Ifwe find her. That’s a very, very big ‘if,’ Ellis. And if we don’t, and if we neglect this ‘surge’ lead while we hunt for her, then we may miss a crucial opportunity.”
“I know you’re chafing to end this crusade, but you have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“They’ve already tried to kill Romy and Patrick. What can be worse?
“They cansucceed . And they will. Keep pushing this and some of your people will die.”
The words jolted Zero. He’d realized that when Romy and Patrick had been run off the highway, but hearing it said aloud…
Ellis leaned back and closed his eyes. “You want to strike at the beast. I understand that. But I’ve been living in the belly of that beast for decades and believe me, Zero, it’s dark in there. It’s full of things that should never see the light of day.”
“What sort of things?”
“Painful things. Things that will hurt me personally, and devastate other, more innocent, parties. Things that no one will want to hear. And don’t think you’ll come through unscathed, either.”
Zero swallowed. “What do you mean?” He couldn’t suppress a mocking tone. “Or is it ‘too sensitive’ again?”
Ellis looked away and shook his head. “Some of it is sensitive. And some of it is…unspeakable.”
The last word lingered in the air between them. Zero’s mouth felt dry, his tongue like old leather. He couldn’t bear the thought of one of the most decent, moral men he had ever known connected to something unspeakable.
What had Ellis got himself into?
“So,” Ellis said finally. “Do we understand each other? Will you concentrate on finding Meerm and back away from Manassas?”
Shaking his head was the hardest thing Zero had ever done in his life.
How could he turn down this man who’d been so good to him? But he didn’t see any other choice.
“I can’t do that. Even if I wanted to, I doubt I could call off Romy and Patrick.”
“Of course you can. You’re they’re leader.”
“Causes take on a life of their own. Romy and Patrick are off and running like hounds who’ve caught a scent. There’s no whistling them back.”
Ellis rubbed a hand across his eyes, then dragged it down his face. He looked ten years older than when he’d arrived.
Zero said, “But I will do this. I will push the search for Meerm as best as I can. If that pans out, then Manassas and ‘surge’ will be moot.”
“I pray so.”
Looking exhausted, Ellis rose slowly from the recliner and shrugged into his coat.
“Is there nothing I can say to make you change your mind?”
“I wish there were, Ellis. You don’t know how much it hurts me to go against you.”
“Hurt? You don’t know hurt, Zero. Keep on this road, and it will come to a very bad end. A terrible end. And you…you may end up the sorriest of all.”
Without another word, Ellis Sinclair opened the door, stepped outside, and walked to his car, leaving Zero wondering if he’d just made the worst mistake of his life.
12
NEWARK, NJ
DECEMBER 20
Benny come and go. Meerm can’t stay hide. Too many kick inside when Meerm squeeze into wall. And must go wee. Meerm go wee so ver much these day. Leave closet now.
Feel stuff on floor. Look see white powder. Meerm touch taste. Mmmm. Sugar. Why sugar on floor?
Meerm not know. Must go wee now. Meerm hurry to bathroom. Do wee. When Meerm finish she flush.
No-no-no! Meerm forget! Must not flush! Nev flush in day when no sim round! Benny hear!
Benny come now! Meerm hurry to closet. Climb to shelf. So hard, so ver hard climb. Squeeze into hole. Squeeze-squeeze-squeeze.
“I heard that! Goddamn it I might imagine a creak or a thump, but I know I ain’t imaginin no toilet flush!
Meerm squeeze into hole, push board back. Wait and listen.
“Ay! Lookit that! Tracks through my sugar! So I ain’t loco! Someone’s up here, an I know just where you are, man!”
Meerm hear bang-bang-bang on closet door. Jump with every bang.
“I don’t know where you was hidin before, but Benny gotcha now! Ain’t no monkey gonna outsmart Benny. Benny outsmartyou ! So come on out where I can see you!”
Meerm not come out. Meerm too scare. Meerm stay. Benny nev find Meerm here behind board.
Bang-bang-bang again. “Hey! You hear me? No sense draggin this out. It’s over! You tagged!” Meerm hear closet door open. “You—what the fuck?” Hear hangers move. “Hey! What’s goin on here?”
Now Benny start bang closet wall—bang-bang-bang! Ver loud to Meerm behind board. Meerm hold breath and hold ear. Now Benny bang Meerm board. No-no-no! Board move. Meerm see light.
“Ay, lookit this shit! Damn me, there’s a space back there! Ay, that where you are? That where you been hidin on Benny? Say somethin, will ya? Awright, dammit. That the way you wanna be…”
Meerm hear Benny go but Meerm stay. Not move. Then hear Benny come back. Hear chair drag across floor. Benny push board and big light shine in Meerm eye.
“There you are, you lazy monkey. Playin hooky from the job, huh? Wait’ll I tell the boss. Ay, you’re a plump one, aintcha. Whatcha been doin? Eatin all day? You—wait a minute. Wait a fuckin minute. You that sim they lookin for! The pregnant one! The five-million-dollar sim! Holy Christ! Holy Christ! You her! An I gotcha! I gotcha!”
Light go way, Benny go way, then closet door close. Meerm hear bumps against closet door.
What Benny say? Meerm pregnant sim. What pregnant? Meerm five-million-dollar sim. What five million? Meerm not understand. Meerm try understand later. Now Meerm must run. Benny find Meerm. Benny will call mans who hurt.
Meerm climb out on closet shelf and drop to floor. Push on closet door but door not move. Meerm push so ver hard. Push-push-push, but door not move. Door locked. No-no-no!
Meerm trapped. Meerm ver fraid and ver scare. Meerm shake inside and out, almost hard as kick-kick-kick. Meerm cry. Poor, poor Meerm.
13
SUSSEX COUNTY, NJ
“Mr. Portero,” Nowicki’s voice said through Luca’s office intercom, “I think you’d better take this call.”
“Who is it?”
“Calls himself Benny Morales and says he knows you. Says he’s got the pregnant sim.”
“Sure. Him and half a million others.”
Luca shook his head. How many times had he heard that since the fivemegabuck reward hit the news? People were crawling out of the woodwork with crazy stories, some wishful thinking, others outright lies. Meerm, or an equally pregnant sim, had been sighted in Chicago, San Francisco, Buenos Aires, London, Hong Kong. The world was suddenly full of pregnant sims.