Deadstock

'Well, he told me he has no idea how it happened, and he said he ll submit to a truth scan to prove he had no hand in that. I hope not, because a couple of people in surrounding buildings were killed in all the damage.'

'That's awful. But it could have been worse. Much worse.' Stake did not elaborate further. Did not mention Dai-oo-ika. His personal theory, because traces of explosive material had been mentioned on the news, was that Thi Gonh had used more of her military expertise. In that regard, he was glad she was off Oasis and back in her own dimension. If he himself were truth scanned as part of the investigation-which he deemed likely-he hoped her name never came into it. 'Have the forcers spoken to you yet about Tableau?'

'They saw me in the hospital right before I left. They know me and all the respectable private dicks in town; they know I'm not some mad dog. They give us a bunch of dung but in secret they love us, because we tackle a lot of headaches that they don t have to deal with except in the aftermath. But I m sure I ll still be seeing some mess before it all gets filed away.'

'I ve heard Tableau had syndy connections. Not afraid of that?'

'Nah. He wasn t in bed with them to the extent that they d come after me, I m sure.'

'Well, I hope you re right.' Janice shifted to a brighter tone in an attempt to restore their spirits. 'So, my dear, are you interested in my own brand of nursing? I can be quite the nursemaid. It s better for you than that beer you re sipping. And maybe you can put on your Dr. Lambshead mask for me, hmm?' Lambshead, MD was a popular VT show, popular largely because of the sexy young actor who played the titular skilled physician, treating (and romancing) a multitude of sentient races on a far-flung space station.

'Maybe another time. Like you said, Fukuda needs to talk, so I guess I should return his call.'

'I get the message, Jer.'

'Janice.'

'You know, there s nothing wrong with being attracted to someone because of their personal attributes. Because they re funny, or they re gentle, or good in bed, or you like red hair or green eyes.'

Or blue skin, Stake thought. He cut in, 'But Dr. Lambshead s attributes are what you d be seeing, Janice. What are my attributes? Am I me to you, or just a channel remote?'

'Oh for God s sake, Jer. You know I care about you. But if I do find your gift exciting, so what? What s the alternative for you. a woman who finds it freaky and disturbing? Does it really hurt you that I became attracted to you because of that?'

Ga Noh, the Earth Killer had called him. Wasn't it much the same? Hadn t she become attracted to him because of his gift, as well? But, Stake thought, it had also been different. For Janice, he was a malleable toy. To the Ha Jiin woman, he had been, as Henderson told him, 'A chimera or a shapeshifter. A mystical kind of being; part human, part god.'

'Janice. I ll call you. I will. But right now. right now I just need some me time.'

She sighed. 'Whatever you say. Call me if you get lonely. We all get lonely, Jer. I know I do.' And with that, she vanished from the wrist comp s tiny screen.

Stake gave a sigh of his own. Time for that shot. He tossed it back in one throat-searing swallow.

Before he started another beer, and forgot who it was he meant to call, Stake finally contacted Fukuda. The man picked up immediately. His miniature face showed a wan smile. 'Well, hello. Welcome back from the dead.'

An odd thing to say, Stake thought. Or at least, uncomfortable, given the circumstances. 'Janice Poole said you were trying to reach me.'

'I just wanted to know how you were, mostly.'

'Care to join me for a few beers? I m at the Legion of Veterans Post 69, on Diode Avenue.'

'I m on my way, then.'

'Better hurry. I have a head start.'

'I won t be long.'

'Great. See you then, Mr. Fukuda.'

The anemic smile faltered a bit. 'You can call me James.' Then he signed off.

When James Fukuda entered LOV 69, he found that Stake had moved from the bar to one of the tables for more privacy, and that he was drinking a coffee instead of beer. 'Have you quit before I could start?' he joked.

'I m just waiting for you so I can start again,' the detective told him.

'Then I ll get this round.' Fukuda went to see Watt about two fresh drafts.

When they sat across from each other, they formed a silent and uncomfortable diptych. Stake expected Fukuda to ask him about the Ha Jiin woman who had come out of nowhere to get them safely from Steward Gardens. Fukuda, Stake was sure, expected and dreaded the subject of Yuki. But that part was inevitable, wasn t it? So he thought he might as well broach it first.

'Mr. Fukuda. James. I m so sorry about Yuki. I ve been wondering if it wasn t my fault. If I hadn t come in there guns blazing like a cowboy.'

'No. No, Jeremy, please. At that point there was no other way. They were about to torture her, weren t they? At least she had a chance at being rescued, that she never would have had if Janice hadn t told you she d been kidnapped. But maybe it would have been better that way. You wouldn t have been so seriously injured. And I would have perished alongside Yuki, as I deserved.'

'Don t say that. You gave her a brief life filled with love. You don t deserve to die for that. The men who deserved to die are dead.'

Stake said that, but even he had to admit that- his methods aside-Tableau had only wanted to find the daughter he loved. And his security men had only wanted to do a good job for the man who had given them a life after the war for which they had been manufactured. Still, Stake had no room for remorse. After all, every enemy he had ever killed had been a child at one time. At some point, all life was innocent.

Fukuda said, 'Maybe it was wrong giving her that life. It was a selfish thing, done to alleviate my guilt. I brought a human being into existence just for a way to redeem myself. But at the time, I told myself it was for Yuriko. That was why I made her my daughter, not my lover. I didn t want to lust for her again. My lust for her was what killed her the first time. But it didn t matter, in the end, did it? I still got her killed anyway. It may not sound scientific for the owner of Fukuda Bioforms to say, but it makes me think that she was not fated to be reborn. That I was trying to cheat her destiny.'

'Who can say? I don't know if I believe in destiny. But once I didn t believe in ghosts, either.'

'The owner of Fukuda Bioforms.' Fukuda echoed his own words with a tinge of bitterness, staring off at one of the large VT screens as it played a commercial that managed to seem loud even with the sound muted. 'There is no redemption for me. I think I can come to peace with that, in a way. That s my destiny.'

Stake tried not to look at Fukuda s face for too long. On top of everything else the man was feeling, he didn t need to see his brother resurrected in front of him once more. So staring through his beer glass, the seething bubbles like cells on a microscope's slide, Stake said, 'You know, any time people purposely conceive children, they really do it for their own pleasure. Not to further the human race or anything noble like that. Well, excepting our biological programming to further the race, misguided as those instincts may be. But anyway, like I say, that impulse is no less selfish than what you did in creating Yuki. Right?'

Fukuda heaved a sigh and tried on a smile again, returning his gaze to Stake. 'Have you ever wanted children, Jeremy?'

'Yeah. Little blue-skinned children,' he joked.

Fukuda narrowed his eyes with speculation.

'Hm.'

Stake realized he d said too much. He did not want to discuss the mysterious Ha Jiin woman, or the reason for the destruction of Steward Gardens, the fate of Dai-oo-ika, or whether Fukuda would now be sure to order Pablo Fujiwara to destroy all the remaining research from Alvine Products. At that moment, he just wanted to go empty his bladder to make room for the beers to come, so he said as much to Fukuda as he rose from the table. 'Be right back,' he told him. 'And the next round's on me.'

'I ll be here,' Fukuda replied.