"I don't want to go to Los Angeles. There are too many people who don't like me in LA to make it very relaxing."
"That's a pity. I don't like to see you drunk, wandering around on your own like this."
The only word was vulnerable. He didn't want to be drunk and wandering around like this either. "I… why don't you come with me."
"You don't know where you're going." Details of a flight to Rio came up on the Faxcast. "Rio. Come to Rio with me. We can lay on the beach and look at the sky."
"Rio?"
"The plane leaves in forty-five minutes."
"What about Contec? I'm supposed to go to LA."
"I can square anything with Contec. Contec loves me."
"You're sure."
Now Vickers was becoming expansive. "Sure I'm sure."
He held out his arm. Johanna hesitated just long enough and then she sighed and took it. Arm in arm they walked toward the Amjet check-in.
"Do you really have a great deal of money?"
"A great deal."
"That's nice."
"Isn't it."
"Maybe we could even make love in the toilet of the plane."
Vickers shook his head.
"It's going to be a long time before I do anything in an enclosed space."
