'Is your water filtered?' Kelly asked.
'Oh you're good,' said Aunty Uzi. 'Very good.'
Kelly's hand moved up to her hair, but then moved down again. 'Good?' she said. 'Whatever do you mean?'
'Cool,' said Aunty Uzi. 'Very cool.'
'I try not to panic. Panic costs lives. Lost lives lose large battles.'
'You were in the marines.'
'I did my national service.'
Derek's aunty boiled up water and did what you have to do with it to make two cups of tea. 'Derek dodged his national service,' she said, stirring the tea with a four-teen-inch commando knife.
'I didn't know you could dodge national service,' said Kelly.
'Don't ever make the mistake of trusting Derek. He's a man who will always let you down.'
'I heard that,' called Derek from the hall.
Aunty Uzi handed Kelly a cup of something loosely resembling tea. 'So,' she said. 'Kelly Anna Sirjan, aged twenty-two, no convictions, no breaches of the civil code. Three degrees and a 12th Dan Master of Dimac. What's a lady like you doing hanging around with a jerk like my nephew?'
Kelly shrugged. 'I'm on attachment to the BrentfordMercury. He's showing me around.'
'Still cool,' said Aunty Uzi. 'You're not going to ask me how I know all about you.'
'You securiscanned us as we stood at your gate. That's standard procedure in a high-risk area.'
'We'll let that one pass for now, then.' Aunty Uzi slurped at the tea. 'This tastes foul,' she said. 'But there's more to you than meets the eye. And what meets the eye has been carefully put together.'
'You haven't asked us why we're here,' said Kelly. 'I'm sure you're not under the mistaken belief that Derek felt a sudden pressing need to visit his aunty.'
Aunty Uzi grinned, exposing ranks of steel teeth. 'I assume that he brought you here at your request. You can ask me what it is you wish to know. You never know, I might even tell you.'
Kelly leaned upon the cooker. It was a Mute Corp Supercook, the 3000 series, looking a little the worse for wear.
'Tell me this,' she said. 'Why do you stay in this place?'
'This is Mute Corp Keynes. The town of the future, today.'
Kelly made that face that says 'Yeah right'.
'I bought this place in two-double-o-five,' said Derek's Aunty Uzi. 'My husband Alf and I were amongst the very first to move in. It was all here at a price we could afford. Fully integrated living accommodation. Everything online. State of the art. High tech, low cost. It was all going to be up-and-coming young professional. The dream town UK.'
'So what went wrong?' Kelly asked.
'Well, it was all bullshit, wasn't it? Nothing ever worked properly. The whole thing had been done on the cheap and we'd all signed up for our low cost twenty-year non-transferable mortgages. Folk couldn't sell up, so they moved away and sublet their houses. That wasn't strictly legal and the folk they'd sublet their houses to soon realized that they could get away without paying the rent. Neighbourhoods can go down pretty quickly. By twenty-ten this place was already a bad place to walk around at night. Now it's a bad place, period.'
'And your husband?'
'One day he went out and never came back. It happens.'
'I'm sorry,' said Kelly.
'Me too,' said Derek's aunty.
And the two of them slurped tea.
'This really is disgusting tea,' said Kelly. 'Yeah, let's drink some Scotch instead and you can tell me what it is you want to know.'
They now sat in the front sitter. Although the sunlight was joyous without, it didn't venture much within. The windows were shuttered by bulletproof steel. The table lights had ultraviolet bulbs. The glow they cast was of that order which is called crepuscular. Connoisseurs of naked-lady lighting wouldn't even have given it one out of ten. In a near corner, a long-defunct Mute Corp 3000 home computer, built into the fabric of the room, gathered dust and made a house for spiders.
Derek, arisen from his foetal position, sipped at Scotch. Aunty Uzi tossed hers back. Kelly merely turned her glass between her elegant fingers.
'So,' said Derek's aunty. 'What exactly do you want to know?'
'Search me,' said Derek. 'I didn't even want to come.'
Kelly took from her shoulder bag the printout map and placed it before her upon an occasional table. Which, had it suddenly been granted the gift of sentience, would have become aware that at last and quite unexpectedly, its occasion had finally arrived.
'Mysterious disappearances,' said Kelly. 'People vanishing without trace. This map shows the locations of those who have done so during the last two weeks. I think you'll find that it speaks for itself
Derek lifted the map from the table and held it up to his ear.
'If he says it,' said Derek's aunty, 'feel free to employ your Dimac. Smack him right in the balls if you wish.'
Derek replaced the map upon the table. 'I wasn't going to say anything,' he said.
Aunty Uzi took the map and gave it some perusal. 'I can't say that this fills me with too much surprise,' she said. 'Going missing is what people do around here.'
'Hang about,' said Derek. 'Let's have a look at that map.'
'Oooh,' said his aunty. 'A burst of sudden interest.'
'Where did you get this?' Derek asked, thumbing the map.
'At the police station,' said Kelly. 'I made enquiries. The number of people who have vanished recently in London is way beyond the norm. I felt that it was worth investigating.'
'Have you got a list of these people's names?' asked Aunty Uzi.
Kelly produced the list from her bag. 'It's a very big list,' she said.
Aunty Uzi leafed through pages. 'And it's a very inaccurate one,' she said. 'Most of the people listed as living round here moved away years ago. And, good God. I'm on here. According to this list 7 vanished without trace last Tuesday.'
'Oh,' said Kelly. 'I wasn't expecting that.'
Aunty Uzi looked at her. 'You said that as if you were expecting something else.'
'This list was compiled by the national crime computer. I expected at least that would be accurate.'
'Good,' said Aunty Uzi. 'She is very good this woman of yours.'
'She's no woman of mine,' said Derek. 'No thank you very much.'
'Would you care to tell me what you really are, my dear?' asked Aunty Uzi. 'Whom you're really working for.'
'I'm just a student,' said Kelly. 'But I think that you'll agree that there's something very suspicious going on.'