coiffure in that kind of place.'
Val shrugged and sipped her soykaf. 'Cheap thrills for the elite without their having to go slumming. The club's computer didn't have any record of his employment, but the tailor who made his uniform still had a copy of the employment record. Selene Reece is listed as his sponsor.'
'Checks with what Cutty told me. Where is Reece now?'
'You're expecting a lot in exchange for a kafcup. Tom Electric would have brought me donuts.'
'I owe you. Do you know where she is?'
Valerie nodded her head. 'According to the club schedule she's up in the Yukon. She won a lottery and is going after a snow moose. Won't be back for a week.'
I smiled widely enough that Valerie knew I was getting myself into trouble and wanted her to set it up. 'Can you crack back into their computer to confirm a dinner engagement for me with her there, tonight, about six? Make it look like it was on, then got scrubbed by the lottery win.'
She looked hard at me. 'You're seeing Lynn tonight, Wolf.'
'I know, I know.' I set the mug on top of the computer. 'Set the dinner thing for six. I meet Lynn at eight. I just want a chance to look around. I'll be in and out, fast. I want to reconnoiter so I can report to Doc when he gets back.'
Valerie drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. 'I suppose, but if you stand Lynn up, you'll regret it.'
'I wouldn't dream of it, Val, honest.'
'Good.' She smiled wickedly. 'Because if you do I'll make sure you're on every boiler-room investment househot list from now until the collapse of Western civilization.' III
This is the part of the story where most narrators would mention that they slept fitfully and had prophetic dreams about the past and future melding together. I'm supposed to tell you all about the dreams, using cryptic terms that will confuse you until things come together later. It's the way you know the stuff you're reading isart.
I've got no dreams to share. That doesn't mean I didn't dream, mind you, but just that I don't want to share the dreams. From the second my head hit the pillow in the spare room Raven has allotted to me, I dreamed of Lynn. The dreams might have been prophetic-in fact, I was hoping they were-which explains why I'm not going to share them.
I had fully intended to sleep until the sun was so far over the yardarm they'd have to use a satellite link to communicate, but Stealth whooshed and creaked on into the room I use. My eyes came instantly open, but my Viper stayed under the pillow. No sense in wasting a bullet on a target that could have taken an Exocet hit without denting his hide.
'No new toys to show me?' I sat up in the bed and let the frivolity drain out of my voice. His armor is better against humor than it is against bullets. 'What's up, Stealth?'
'Valerie Valkyrie says you're asking about the Pacific Northwest Hunting Club.'
I nodded. 'Albion had a job there for the past week. He was recommended by a member. I thought I would check it out this evening.'
Stealth remained absolutely still for a moment. He didn't so much as breathe, which he really didn't need to do anyway. To help in the assassination work he used to do before he became claw-abled, Stealth traded a lung lobe for an internal air tank with a slow-release oxygen system. Saved his life once-gave him enough time to free his feet from a block of cement at the bottom of the Sound.
At last the Oracle spoke. 'You will be armed?'
Stealth lives by that fragment of wisdom that says 'No problem so large that it cannot be solved by the suitable application of plastic explosives.' He proved that, both in his professional and private life. In fact, to get out of the cement block, he blew the lower parts of his legs off. That is why, when wedo have casual conversations, I don't tell him about hangnails or hernias.
'Actually I expected this to be a soft recon. I have to meet Lynn later…'
'Ms. Ingold.'
'That's the one. She doesn't much like guns-she's still hinky about the grunges who grabbed her, so I thought I would travel light.'
'I see.' He froze for another second, then turned and started out of the room.
'Hey, Stealth, wait!'
He slowed and looked back over the shoulder at me.
'My change from the cab?'
His Zeiss eyes blinked at me once, then he turned and left.
Stealth's silent departure didn't bother me as much as it might have someone else. He's weird enough that if having him owe me money meant he would try to avoid me, I could live with that. Then again, for all I knew, he had gone off trying to figure how to give me change in bullets of differing calibers.
The Old One gave me a salutary yip as I looked in the mirror at the results of a shower, shave, and the suitable application of sartorial accouterments. I appreciated the sentiment, but I'd wait for Valerie's opinion before deciding whether I was comfortable with my choices. Not that I was that comfortable in the clothes-neckties and nooses have more in common than both starting with the letter N.
Valerie gave me a full 1000-watt smile. 'Oh, Wolf, if I had an icebreaker as sharp as you, I'd be in the Aztechnology database and gone running on a kiddie-deck. Double-breasted blazer of blue, good choice, gray slacks, dark socks, white shirt, TAB tie, nice, and the wing-tip shoes.' She gave me the hairy-eyeball. 'You fixing to make this datereal special?'
I winked at her. 'Val, every date with me is special. And the answer is no, I'm not handing her some gold- bound ice. We're having dinner with her great-aunt from St. Louis.' I wanted to toss another wisecrack out at her, but the well was dry. Thinking about Lynn and me and the future required so much brainpower that it didn't leave me enough idle cells to keep coming up with smart remarks.
Val gave me a hug and told me to transfer it to Lynn, noting, 'You're on your own after that, jack.' I gave her a peck on the cheek and specifically told hernot to pass that to Jimmy Mackelroy from me, then headed out into the garage. I disarmed the Fenris from outside its effective range, then took it roaring out into the Seattle night.
The rain had vanished and the dark sky looked clear and a tad crisp. I found the Pacific Northwest Hunting Club on the first try and parked down the block. Two chirps from the remote left it on With Extreme Prejudice, which would be more than enough to keep the local footsponges from mistaking it for a bar, bathroom, or king- size bed.
I managed to wrestle the double-breasted jacket's internal button into its hole by the time I reached the awning extending out over the sidewalk. A doorman waited at the top of the stone steps and opened the door for me without comment. Up another flight of steps and a left turn brought me to the club's foyer, where a large man greeted me with a smile. 'Yes, sir?'
'Evening. I'm Wynn Archer. I'm supposed to be dining with Selene Reece.' I nervously glanced at my watch. 'I'm early.'
Dark clouds of confusion spread over the man's face. 'Ms. Reece has no dinner reservation tonight, sir. Perhaps you are confused as to the evening?'
I shook my head and let my smile tell him I knew I was right. 'Wednesday the twenty-seventh. I've been looking forward to this for two weeks.'
He held up a hand. 'Just a moment.' He disappeared behind a curtain and I heard the clicker-clack of a keyboard. I knew Valerie had managed to mess up his records when the sound of key-pounding got louder.
He returned with a smile on his face. 'There has been a mistake, sir. Ms. Reece apparently did have reservations, but they were canceled when she went out of town on an urgent trip.'
'Are you sure? Perhaps I should wait in the lounge until we see if she makes it. I'm sure you understand that she would have canceled with me if she didn't expect to be here.'
The host started to tell me the lounge was only for members, but I stuck him on the horns of a dilemma. If he gave me the bum's rush, he could end up embarrassing a member because her plans didn't happen to include informing him of her comings and goings. He took a look at me and must have decided I looked harmless.
'Please, sir, we would be happy if you would wait in the lounge. You do understand, of course, that it is for members only, so…'
I nodded. 'I shall wait at the bar and not bother anyone.'
