landed on the middle of the green, bouncing twice and stopping right next to the flag. I looked over and smiled at Sir Thomas.
“Just lucky I guess.”
He made a sound somewhere between a snort and a grunt and walked on to the tee. I waited until he’d finished setting up and then just when he was about to take his back swing I said, “What do you know about the death of my parents?”
He stood still with the club face at the ball and not moving said, “What do you mean?”
“Well, I know that they died in a car accident a month after I was born but I mean how did they die? What happened? I’d like to know the details.”
His shoulders dropped a little and he said, “It was a long time ago, Jonah. Those details are just useless bits of information now. Let it go. Your parents loved you. That’s what matters. Hold on to that.”
As he took his back swing I let out a long breath loud enough for him to hear. He thinned the shot, sending the ball flying straight off the tee and landing in the water. I set off along the path beside the lake; the same lake that I’d walked past the first day I met Gabriel.
“I think the drop area is on the other side, Uncle.” He didn’t say anything but I heard the thunk as he slammed the club into his Devcaddy’s hand.
As we walked along the path, Sir Thomas behind me, I said, “So how long were you in Boston?”
He didn’t say anything. When I glanced behind I saw that he was red-faced and muttering to himself.
We reached the thirteenth green and Sir Thomas dropped another ball onto the ground. He looked at me with an expression I hadn’t seen before, and I thought I knew all of his moods.
“I was there for eighteen months,” he said, and chipped his ball onto the green. I walked over to my ball, waiting for him to say that I could pick it up, but he didn’t. I walked past my ball and using one hand tapped the putter’s face to the ball. It dropped in the cup.
Before the fourteenth was a drinks stop. A cylindrical cement block with a counter set into it, and a couple of refrigerators behind the woman serving. She smiled as I approached. On the counter were hard-boiled eggs, bananas, and fried chicken legs.
“Chicken leg and a Tiger beer please.” I turned back to see my uncle coming up the path behind me and entering the seating area of the drinks stop. I said, “Uncle, would you like anything?”
“Just a beer, Jonah,” he replied and I held up two fingers as the woman collected the beers from the refrigerator. Sir Thomas took off his peak cap and laid it on the table in front of him, putting his glove and golf ball inside it. The Devcaddies took the path around the back of the drinks stop and trundled over to wait by the fourteenth tee, stopping under the branches of a large flame tree. I looked over at them and could see that Call’s lens eye was still turned in the direction of Sir Thomas and me.
I collected the two beers and the chicken leg wrapped in a paper napkin and went to sit at the table where Sir Thomas was mopping his brow. The evening had turned muggy, and looking at the dark clouds gathered to the north somewhere around Changi, I thought we might be in for a thunderstorm later.
“Have you had any success in tracing the terrorists, Uncle? If it’s confidential and you can’t tell me, I understand…”
Sir Thomas sighed and laid the handkerchief balled up in his fist on the white iron trellis table. “Well yes, it’s confidential but I know I can trust you. You’re practically one of us after all. And the answer is that we have some leads but nothing solid yet.”
I took a bite of chicken and washed it down with the ice cold Tiger beer.
“Have you investigated the Ents who supply the Tags?”
Sir Thomas looked at me sharply and said, “What makes you ask that?”
“Well they have motive. The Tag contract must be worth billions and what better way of ensuring that the law gets through the Popvote than creating a little terror. That’s of course if it survives its final passage through the Supreme Court — which I doubt it will.”
“You don’t think the Tag Law will make it through the National Supreme Court?”
“I doubt it. There’s a ton of precedent case law around privacy, and the whole area of privacy and human rights is strewn with laws that have been formulated but never passed or passed and then immediately repealed. Since Bo Vinh’s time the Supreme Court has always voted on the side of the individual. I am pretty sure for instance that Annika Bardsdale will bring a case before the court within the month. Normal strategy is to wait until the last moment before filing, that way you leave the competition with little time to prepare a counter defense, and that would mean delay of the Tag Law, at the least.”
Sir Thomas took a long swallow of his beer, looking at me around the bottle, draining it he put the bottle softly on the table.
“Who’s Annika Bardsdale?”
“Oh, Annika’s the leader of the Social Responsibility Party. I was listening to her talk about Tag just the other day.”
“Do you know her?”
“Not really, just acquaintances, you know, connections of connections, third degree of separation and all that.”
“I see. And how do you feel about the Tag Law? Where do you sit?” he asked me, one arm leaning on the table, sitting back in his chair. His face was expressionless.
“Well if I was asked at a party I’d say I wanted it. But honestly, because you’re my uncle, I’m a hypocrite on the issue. I don’t want it for myself, but for the rest of the great unwashed I want it.”
“Hah!” he exclaimed, and taking his hand off the table slapped his knee with it. “Great unwashed, hah! You know, Jonah… um excuse me one moment, I must take this,” he said, smiling his tight smile at me. Sir Thomas reached into his bottom khaki outers pocket and pulled out his Devstick which was making a soft buzzing sound.
“Yes, Oliver here. What is it? I said I was playing golf.”
His eyebrows raised and he smiled that quick little smile of his, the corners of his lips flicking up once. Then his jaw clenched. “I see. When?” My one-sided hearing of the conversation led me to think that another bomb had gone off. A chill went through me as I thought about Mariko. I listened carefully to Sir Thomas. “No, no, that’s quite all right. You were correct to notify me. All right then, yes.”
He looked right at me, the Devstick held to his ear, his lips compressed. “All right, I’m on my way.” Sir Thomas snapped his Devstick shut and smiled at me.
“We will have to finish this game another day, I’m afraid. Duty calls and all that.”
I smiled back.
“We’ll have to finish this up soon, heh. What, I’m four holes down? Well, I have to push off. I do think that this idea of yours, tying my memoirs to the great events of our time, is a good one. Sort of puts things in perspective.”
“Yes exactly. Your life as seen through the great events of our time. When do you think you will be able to find some more time for us to continue?”
“Soon, Jonah, soon.”
Sir Thomas sat back in his chair and looked at me for a moment, then he licked his lips and stood. With a tight smile he walked to his Devcaddy and, placing his feet on the pads next to the wheels, said, “Take me to the clubhouse.”
I pulled out my Devstick waving it at the Dev on the counter to pay for our drinks. I walked over to where Call was waiting.
“Looks like our game was cancelled, Call.”
“Yes. Would you like to finish the round anyway?”
“No thanks. I think we’ll call it a day. You can finish recording now — please upload to my Devstick.”
“Yes, Jonah. And congratulations on a great round.”
Chapter 26
