I let my shoulders go slack. “What are you talking about? I need you.”
“Come here, bitch.” She dragged me behind a pest grill. Small skewered birds turned over the fire, dripping grease. Her hand clenched on my collar and she stepped close. “So you weren’t going to pull a vice-cop buy bust on me. With a phony Sense.”
“Why would I do that??” I looked to the vendor, but he was the lowest of low models and kept turning the spit.
Penny rolled her eyes. “I dunno, as a favor for some shitstain dealer you know.” She smiled. “Right? It’s that big paddy creep. He can’t handle a little competition.”
I peeled her hand off me, running my fingers over a thin bangle on her wrist. A washer from a ball joint. Her fingernails were painted black. Short, but just long enough. She was an engraver. “Let me go.”
“So I was right.”
“How did you know?”
“A lot of people underestimate me, Grace, but I hoped you wouldn’t.”
“Okay, listen. I was asked to do that, like you said. And I considered it. But I came here to meet you and find out.”
“Find out if you should fuck me over.”
“What would you do? I was asked for a favor. We can’t be friends, just because I heard him out? What city do you think you’re living in?”
“Friends, eh?” She gave me a little shove. “Alright. Tell me what you’re down here for.”
“Can we get away from the heat, first?”
“Oh.” She moved aside for me. “Sure.”
I looked back at the fountain. The kids were watching intently. “You protected me,” I realized.
“They wouldn’t get it. They’re kids.” She lit up a cigarette. “Animus is a sunner club. You don’t come here for anything. You’re here about the killing, aren’t you?”
“You’re sharp.”
“You’re transparent. You need some refreshers.”
“I may have been away for a long time, but this is still my home.” I pulled my own and she lit it for me. She watched the flame waver before closing it. “I want this dealt with. I want the AMU out of it. I want Animus clear of suspicion.” I paused. “Ewan told me something when he gave me the job.”
“I knew it was that trash.”
“He told me your boyfriend knows someone involved in the attack.”
Penny glared at me and poured smoke out her teeth.
“I know what it’s like here, I’ll leave him out of it. But I need to contact that engraver.”
“DH doesn’t have anything for you.”
“Do you?”
She shook her head. “You just have no idea how much trouble you are. You might as well be a cop.”
“I want what’s best for this city.”
“You do not. The people you work for hate this city. You had to give Redmond up to be part of that.”
“No one else with my resources will manage this better. Animus is expanding. You said we’re a sunner club. That’s the truth. But you have to see that we’re worth more than that. We’re working against the AMU. And with the massacre, we can start to focus on Redmond’s issues. This place is going to be in the news for what happened. AMU oversteps. Police brutality. Maintenance issues; I’ve never smelled air this polluted. And there’s plenty of androids here for Animus to focus on. Redmond isn’t a void, it’s a solar block. The foundation of America. This place matters, and soon, people are going to see that.”
“Where were you all last year when they torched the Downs? What did Animus have to say about that? Eighty people put out on the street for living in the same building as a nessie operation. And now you’re trying to tell me you want the best for us?”
“I’m doing what I can. I’m trying to help you avoid another disaster like that.”
“‘Doing what I can.’ You know Redmond has the largest population of frankies in the country, right? And you only show up now? This pisses me off. You’re helping yourself, not us. Not that little brown boy, not all the poor oppressed masses of plastic.”
I wanted to sit down, but Penny already had a few inches on me. As I straightened up, a squeezing pain hit my throat like I’d smoked a whole pack. I fell back against the wall, hacking.
She looked me over calmly. “You need a hit.”
“I don’t use,” I wheezed.
“You’d better start.”
My hand flew to my chest, the plastic case in my breast pocket. “Just give me a minute.” I looked around me, and found a dead planter to sit on. “God damn it.”
Penny sat down beside me. She put her hand on my back and I flinched. “Relax.” She leaned over and met my eyes. “You should really jet. It’s bad. I can comp you one.”
“Just give me a minute.”
She shook her head and took another drag. She had another look at me, then dropped the cigarette and crushed it under her boot. As Penny rubbed circles between my shoulders, my breath began to slow and pull deeper.
I shrugged her off. “I’m okay. I feel like a fucking idiot, but I’m okay.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of, Grace. I’ve taken more people with Baron’s seriously than I have people without it.” She hopped up, driving the point home anyway that she was stronger than me. “You wanna know something? I idolized you. Before you came by here.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“It’s not all gone. Harsh reality, right? I was in love with a legend.”
It didn’t help much, but I gave her half a smile.
“I want you to do something for me. Show me you can commit, and I’ll give you the name. The engraver you want, and what I know.”
—
Fountain Towers looked like my old building. The same corporate architect, the same flickering fluorescent rods strobe-lighting the lobby and halls. Penny called the elevator.
“It may work today, who knows?” she said.
“My elevator smelled like piss. I used to take the stairs whenever I could.”
“Same here; welcome home.”
Our light blinked on and the doors opened. Three kids in dark primary colors ran out, weaving around and between Penny and me. We stepped in. Penny’s nose wrinkled up and she hit the sixth floor.
“So what can I do for you?”
She had her face turned toward the screen in the wall, which had a missing poster for an android. Reward of five hundred dollars. A desperate measure. “Ewan sent you to the wrong dealer. I want you to go bigger.” At her apartment, she bumped her hip against the reader, which grabbed her Sense data and snapped the door open. “The big one.”
“The big one.”
She pulled me inside and closed the door before speaking again. “He lost sight of the greater good. Nessie’s a lifeblood here, but it’s also big business. Normal people like to jet, too. Even kids like to jet, if you teach them right. Like this guy. Big business.”
“So you want to take his place.”
Penny shook her head. “I don’t have time for that. Besides, I don’t want to deal with his kind of customer. There’s a lieutenant in the pipe. Boy from school. I know he’ll do better.” She moved aside and I saw her apartment. Two androids draped over a table. boxes everywhere, filled with pins and meters. A large bed with rumpled sheets, and a man’s clothes shed on the floor. The carpet was dirty, and littered with papers and loose pins and sheaths.
“I knew when I saw your nails,” I said.
“Android repair is the thing in Redmond. People bring their goods to me from Atherton. Sometimes I get out there, even.”
She was obviously an engraver, but kept it tight. I asked anyway. “You have any projects going?”
“Just business as usual. Repairs, firmware upgrades. I’ve got a little side business making hands.”
“Hands!” I exclaimed, impressed.
She smiled. “Check it out.” Navigating through the clutter, she said “Don’t look too close.” I tried not to, but saw the dozens of nessie cartridges piled up at the side of the bed. She opened up her closet, which had a small workbench inside. “This is my new model. Articulate, soft. You know the feeling when you shake a low frankie’s hand? This is the solution.”
I held the hand in mine. It was soft, and almost warm. The back of it was still open, showing off the elegant circuitry and mechanics inside. “This is really something.”
“Thanks,” she blushed.
“And you haven’t gotten offers?”
“No offers, they just steal the shit. A company like Grady finds a frankie with my hands, they’ll just take them off and try to reverse-engineer the design. So I get about a year out of each sculpt. Keeps me busy, I guess.”
“Level with me, you don’t have any other projects running?”
“You don’t know when to quit. I’m all licensed. When I was a kid, sure, I fucked around where I wasn’t supposed to. I’m smarter now.”
This was DH’s apartment, I realized. Half the stuff must be his.
“I just kind of miss it.” I picked up a lifesaver pin. Read the tiny circuit on the head.
Penny’s balcony glass door was jammed up somewhere. She slid it partway open, wedged herself into the doorway, and shoved with her whole body, making enough space to step through. She lit a cigarette. “You ever think about doing anything besides dopps?” she asked through the glass. “Or was that your only passion?”
“Once I found that I could do it, I didn’t want to stop. If I were to start up again…I don’t know what I would do. I don’t think I would work on dopps anymore. Five is enough. I just didn’t feel it back then.”
“I tried it once. A true dopp, built after someone I knew. The cops found her after a couple days and scrapped her.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Learned my lesson.”
Her kitchen was even messier than the rest of the place. Only a few breaks in the layers of components and cables. “Is it true about nessie? It’s the best treatment?”
“So far. Cheapest, easiest to make, easiest to take. What meds do they have you on?”
“Redouse. Vitamins, immunosuppressants.”
“Okay. Redouse, that’s a nestraphozan precursor. The idea is it turns into nessie when you need it, but, you know it doesn’t do that. It works enough that you can’t say it doesn’t, but for an attack, it’s garbage. Your emergency hypo, that’s basically filled with heroin. People die from overdoses from those all the time, just officially it’s a death from a Baron’s attack. Safer to jet every day than risk that stuff.”
“So if you get Baron’s, you’re all set here….”
“Already got it. And I am. As long as I’ve got a supply, I’ll never get near an attack. So look,” she said, stubbing her cigarette out in a cardboard box, “I’ve got a plan. Another buy, with that Sense. Tell him you’re trying to start a private nessie club in your block. You want to be sure there’s a supply every week, so you came to him directly. Let them know who you are, and they’ll let you talk to him. This is a good fake. He won’t know the difference as long as it’s your only Sense. I’ll hold onto that for you. Still in?”
—
“His place is on Alberta. Two stops up. You’re buying two hundred units, red-grade. If he offers you a discount, take it. Less valuable for a bust.”
“I’ve got it.”
“Okay. Don’t worry, okay? Nothing’s going to happen. If he sketches out, he’ll just boot you. But you can do it.”
“I know.” We were waiting on the platform. A train was approaching.
“This is yours.”
As the doors opened, I took a slow look around the platform, and my heart caught in my throat. Swan stepped out of the train. A couple doors down, she hadn’t seen me. She was in disguise, a tan jacket and a baseball cap over a ponytail. She carried a purse, which normally she never did. “Shit,” I whispered, and flattened myself against the train. What was she doing here? “Shit.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” But I had to follow her. “I think I know that woman.”
“Who?”
“In tan. Don’t let her know we’re here.” We kept a good number of heads back. Swan was mounting the stairs to go up to the street. She was about to meet with the Sons.
Penny followed close behind. “You’ve got a job to do, remember??”
“It can wait.” She was on the street, scanning. I kept down on the stairs. People brushed past, but didn’t look at us. “She’s meeting someone.” Swan leaned up against a wall and watched people go by.
“Grace, what are you doing?” Penny hissed.
A slim android approached Swan. Thin, androgynous, with spiny hair. They went together down an alley. “Come on.”
“This doesn’t feel right.”
“Then stay back here.” I stuck to corners. Peeking around at the two of them when I could. staying out of sight. They eventually stopped at a door. The android gave Swan a warm hug. They said something I couldn’t hear. It pulled a pistol from its belt and held it out for her. Swan took it in her hand, looking at its hard, thin lines. Then, she tucked the gun into her waistband and they opened the door.