Theyd left his mother with this Mrs. Baker, watching Spacehunter on the tv. They were both real excited about that because they said it was Molly Ringwalds first film. Theyd get excited about just about anything, like that, and Chevette never had any idea who they were talking about.
Rydell was just spending more and more time on the phone, and theyd had to stop and buy fresh batteries twice, Sublett paying.
It kind of bothered her that he didnt give her any more attention. And theyd slept on the same bed again, in the room at the motel, but nothing had happened, even though Sublett had slept out in the Montxo, with the seats tilted back.
All Rydell ever did now was talk to those Republic of Desire people Lowell knew, but on the regular phone, and try to leave messages on somebodys voicemail. Mr. Mom or something. Ma. But he didnt think anybody was getting them, so hed called up the Desire people and gone on and on about the whole story, everything that happened to them, and theyd recorded it and they were supposed to put it in this Mr. Mas voicemail. Rydell said they were going to stuff it there, so there wasnt any other mail. Said that ought to get his attention.
When theyd got to L.A. and got a room in a motel, Chevette had been kind of excited, because shed always wanted to do that. Because her mother had always seemed to have real good times when she went to motels. Well, it had turned out to be sort of like a trailer camp without the trailers, with these little concrete buildings divided up into smaller rooms, and there were foreign people cooking barbecues down in what had been the swimming pool. Sublett had gotten really upset about that, how he couldnt handle the hydrocarbons and everything, but Rydell had said it was just for the one night. Then Rydell had gone over to the foreign people and talked to them a little, and came back and said they were Tibetans. They made a good barbecue, too, but Sublett just ate this drugstore food hed brought with him, bottled water and these yellow bars looked like soap, and went out to sleep in his Montxo.
Now here she was, walking into this place called Century City II, and trying to look like she was there to pull a tag. It was this kind of green, tit-shaped thing up on these three legs that ran up through it. You could see where they went because the walls were some kind of glass, mostly, and you could see through. It was about the biggest thing around; you could see it forever. Rydell called it the Blob.
It was real upscale, too, kind of like China Basin, with those same kind of people, like you mostly saw in the financial district, or in malls, or when you were pulling tags.
Well, she had her badges on, and shed had a good shower at the motel, but the place was starting to creep her out anyway. All these trees in there, up all through this sort of giant, hollow leg, and everything under this weird filtered light came in through the sides. And here she was standing on this escalator, about a mile long, just going up and up, and around her all these people who mustve belonged there. There were elevators, Rydell said, up the other two legs, and they ran at an angle, like the lift up to Skinners. But Subletts friend had said there were more IntenSecure people watching those, usually.
She knew that Sublett was behind her, somewhere, or anyway that was how theyd worked it out before Rydell dropped them off at the entrance. Shed asked him where he was going then, and hed just said he had to go and borrow a flashlight. She was starting to really like him. It sort of bothered her. She wondered what hed be like if he wasnt in a situation like this. She wondered what shed be like if she wasnt in a situation like this.
He and Sublett had both worked for the company that did security for this building, IntenSecure, and Sublett had called up a friend of his and asked him questions about how tight it was. The way hed put it, it was like he wanted a new job with the company. But he and Rydell had worked it out that she could get in, particularly if he was following her to keep track.
What bothered her about Sublett was that he was acting sort of like he was committing suicide or something. Once hed gotten with the program, Rydells plan, it was like he felt cut loose from things. Kept talking about his apostasy and these movies he liked, and somebody called Cronenberg. Had this weird calm like somebody who knew for sure he was going to die; like hed sort of made peace with it, except hed still get upset about his allergies.
Green light. Rising up through it.
Theyd made her up this package at the motel. What it had in it was the glasses. Addressed to Karen Mendelsohn.
She closed her eyes, told herself Bunny Malatesta would bongo on her head if she didnt make the tag, and pushed the button.
Yes? It was one of those computers.
Allied Messenger, for Karen Mendelsohn.
A delivery?
Shes gotta sign for it.
Authorized to barcode
Her hand. Gotta see her hand. Do it. You know?
Silence. Nature of delivery?
You think I open them or what?
Nature of delivery?
Well Chevette said, it says Probate Court, its from San Francisco, and you dont open the door, Mr. Wizard, its on the next plane back.
Wait, please said the computer.
Chevette looked at the potted plants beside the door. They were big, looked real, and she knew Sublett was standing behind them, but she couldnt see him. Somebody had put a cigarette out on one, between its roots.
The door open, a crack. Yes?
Karen Mendelsohn?
What is it?
Allied Messenger, San Francisco. You wanna sign for this? Except there was nothing, no tag, to sign.
San Francisco?
What it says.
The door opened a little more. Dark-haired woman in a long pale terrycloth robe. Chevette saw her check the badges on Skinners jacket. I dont understand Karen Medelsohn said. We do everything via GlobEx.
Theyre too slow Chevette said, as Sublett stepped around the plant, wearing this black uniform. Chevette saw herself reflected in his contacts, sort of bent out at the middle.
Ms. Mendelsohn he said, afraid weve got us a security emergency, here.
Karen Mendelsohn was looking at him. Emergency?
Nothing to worry about Sublett said. He put his hand on Chevettes shoulder and guided her in, past Karen Mendelsohn. Situations under control. Appreciate your co-operation.
Wally Divac, Rydells Serbian landlord, hadnt really wanted to loan Rydell his flashlight, but Rydell had lied and promised hed get him something a lot better, over at IntenSecure, and bring it along when he brought the flashlight back. Maybe one of those telescoping batons with the wireless taser-tips, he said; something serious, anyway, professional and maybe quasi-illegal. Wally was sort of a cop-groupie. Liked to feel he was in with the force. Like a lot of people, he didnt much distinguish between the real PD and a company like IntenSecure. He had one of those armed response signs in his front yard, too, but Rydell was glad to see it wasnt IntenSecure. Wally couldnt quite afford that kind of service, just like his car was second-hand, though he wouldve told you it was previously owned, like the first guy was just some flunky whod had the job of breaking it in for him.
But he owned this house, where he lived, with the baby-blue plastic siding that looked sort of like painted wood, and one of those fake lawns that looked realer than AstroTurf. And he had the house in Mar Vista and a couple of others. His sister had come over here in 1994, and then hed come himself, to get away from all the trouble over there. Never regretted it. Said this was a fine country except they let in too many immigrants.