What part did she know? She had to make up a name. "The Calumet," she told him, hoping he wasn't familiar with the town either.
"Oh yes." His reaction implied he knew the place well. Was he playing with her? Or was he being less than honest?
She began to realize that this was an evening she would always remember. And she visualized herself years from now recalling Mike Plymouth and wondering with a pang what had become of him.
"I should be getting home," she said finally.
"It is getting late," he agreed.
He insisted on escorting her, so she named a hotel, not the one she and Solly were actually using, and the cab took them there. As it drifted down through the cloudswept sky toward a landing pad, they fell silent.
"Will I see you again?" he asked, as though he'd detected something, knew there would not be a second evening.
"You can reach me here at the hotel, Mike." There was another quiet stretch after that. The lights rose up around them, and she understood that they were both embarrassed, but only she knew why. The cab touched down, and she climbed out into a brisk wind. He joined her, and they stood holding hands, gazing at each other. "Mike," she said, "I had a lovely evening."
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"No. I'm just worn out, I think. Been a long day."
He kissed her lightly. Her body stiffened and he smiled sadly at her, sensing the distance. "I'm glad I met you, Kay," he said.
He squeezed her hand, looked in the direction of the elevator and back toward his cab. "I'd like very much to do something like this tomorrow."
"Yes," she said. "That would be nice." But she didn't want him calling during the day. Maybe find out she didn't live here after all. "Pick me up at nine?" she said.
"Count on it."
"Good. And maybe you should let me have your number. Just in case."
"You're a lovely woman, Kay," he said. Then he was standing by the cab while she followed the ramp to the elevator bank. She got in and punched the button for the lobby. He waved, she waved back, and the doors closed.
You're an idiot, Kay.
"How'd it go?" asked Solly.
She shrugged. "Okay."
"He didn't show any sign of catching on, did he?"
"No. He has no idea."
"Good. I got the package off to Alan. He's not happy."
Alan was Solly's buddy at the Institute lab. "Well, he knows we're doing something illegal and if we get caught he's going to be in the soup too."
"He knows we wouldn't blow the whistle on him."
"Wouldn't matter," she said. "It wouldn't take a genius to figure out who was helping us." She really didn't like the way this was turning out.
"I'm done for the day," said Solly. "We should get everything back tomorrow, and we can go in tomorrow night."
"Solly," she said, "I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it."
He let her see that he wasn't surprised. "You know how I feel. Say the word and it's over. I don't think there's anything to be gained by all this. I don't believe you're going to learn anything you didn't know before. I'll concede that Yoshi might have been at Tripley's place, but there's a relatively innocent explanation for that too. I mean it should be no surprise that he might take her home for a few days if she's willing."
"She was supposed to be going to the hotel with Emily."
He shrugged. "There's never been any proof they both got into the taxi. They used Emily's ID. So Yoshi went with Tripley to his place for a couple of days. And got caught in the explosion. And she's still up there somewhere. Since they didn't know she was there, they didn't look that hard for her."
But they'd have found her body in the general search.
"If you want to quit," he said, "this would be a good time."
And an odd thing happened: She realized that Solly wanted her to give it up. But he'd be disappointed if she did.
She realized something else too: She couldn't back away. That would mean spending the rest of her life wondering about the truth.
11
In every honest man there lives a thief but give him sufficient spur.
-DELIA TOMAS,.
Caribee Annals, 449 The package arrived at midafternoon. They checked the contents, a single filmy glove which was carefully packed in a translucent case. Kim put the case, with the glove still in it, in the pocket of her jacket.
They spent the day sightseeing, although Kim was too nervous to enjoy it. She picked at her meals and, as the sun began to fade, they took one of the moving skyways into Kaydon Center. The temperature was dropping and the wind had risen.
The Archives looked bleak in the hard dusk. The last visitors were filing out, their coats pulled tight around them. The pebbled walkways and the landing ramps had been swept clear of snow. A cab was lifting off as they approached from the direction of the reflecting pool. A thin layer of ice had formed on the surface. Solly was uncharacteristically subdued as they walked.
"You're sure there's no visual surveillance?" she asked, for the third or fourth time.
"I'm sure," he said. "Only in Freedom Hall, or if the system doesn't like your DNA."
She considered what getting caught would do to her career. Indeed, she'd thought of little else for the past day.
And she'd have felt better if they had a flyer available, in case they needed to leave in a hurry. But parking a flyer on the pad might draw attention. If things went wrong, Solly had insisted, it wouldn't matter anyhow. The authorities would know who they were before they could get out of the building.
"You still sure you want to do this?" he asked yet again.
"What do you think they'll do to us if we get caught?"
"Work farm for several months. Probably a couple of days in the cube." The cube was a transparent cell located in a public place, so that everyone who knew a convicted criminal could observe the sad state to which he or she had fallen. Relatives, family members, and friends were all notified, and they could come in person or watch the humiliation from their living rooms. It was, she thought, a particularly cruel mode of punishment for a supposedly enlightened society.
She could see the headlines: INSTITUTE SPOKESWOMAN ARRESTED IN BURGLARY.
EXPERTS PROBE: WHY DID BRANDYWINE TURN TO LIFE OF CRIME?.
They approached the front entrance and turned right onto a pathway that circled the building. "There's no point in both of us going in," said Kim. "I know what I'm looking for. Why don't you wait outside? I mean, we're-"
"-I've come this far," said Solly. "You may need me."
They turned off at a secondary entrance, climbed a ramp, and stood before a glass door. Inside, a corridor was lined with offices.
The reader clicked open and a line of instructions appeared: PLEASE PLACE YOUR FINGERTIPS ON THE LENS. DO NOT MOVE UNTIL.
PROCESS IS COMPLETE.
Kim glanced around to be sure no one was watching. She took the container from her pocket, lifted out the glove, slipped it on, pulled it tight, and showed it to Solly.
"Perfect," he said.
She placed her fingertips on the designated spot. The lock clicked and the door opened. She and Solly stepped inside, and the door slid shut behind them.
The corridor was long and shadowy, lined with doors, its high ceiling gray and in need of repairs. The doors were translucent. Digital numbers and designators blinked on as they approached to identify what lay behind each. They passed Standards, Personnel, General Maintenance, Scheduling, Security, Special Operations.
No one else seemed to be in the building. "There are only nine or ten employees in the whole place," said Solly. "During regular work hours."
"The assistant commissioners."
"Right. And a few directors. And systems analysts. Everybody has a title. All the routine work is automated. As far as I could determine, nobody hangs around after closing time."
It was of course the cue for contradiction. They'd gone only a few meters farther when a lock clicked behind them, in the direction of Freedom Hall. They watched an office door open. A man in a green worksuit stepped into view and looked curiously at them.
Kim felt her heart stop. Her natural impulse was to bolt.
"Walk naturally," whispered Solly, taking her firmly by the arm, inspecting one of the designators, nodding as if he'd found what he wanted, and turning directly toward the worker.
The man frowned. He was olive-skinned, with wide shoulders, and an expression that suggested he'd been having a difficult afternoon.
"Hello," he said. "Can I help you?"
Solly waved an ID in his general direction. "Security check," he said. "Everything quiet here?"
"Far as I know."
"Good." Solly glanced meaningfully at one of the office doors. "Thanks." He pushed gently against it and nodded his satisfaction that it didn't open. Kim took the hint and tried one on the other side of the corridor. They proceeded past the man in the worksuit, and strolled down the passageway, continuing the process of periodically testing offices.
He watched them until they reached a cross corridor and turned out of his field of view. "What do you think, Solly?" she asked.
"I don't know. I don't think we were very smooth." They listened for footsteps. When they heard none, she peeked around the corner and saw that he was letting himself out of the building. "I think we're clear," she said.
Solly consulted his notes and led her down to the next cross passage and turned left. They came to a section marked RECORDS, and found a door whose designator read, INTERSTELLAR NONCOMMERCIAL.
Solly produced a batch of universal keys in a wallet. They were plastic chips, each coded to fit numerous interior locks then in service. He had to try four or five in the dex before the lock moved and the door opened.
"You'd have made a good burglar," she told him.
He looked pleased. "They just don't worry about break-ins. Not back here. Out front, where the Instrument is, yes. If a mosquito gets in, alarms go off, guards come running, the doors come down. But back here, it's a whole different game. Nobody cares about old files."
They went in and closed the door behind them.
It was a cubbyhole. A small window looked out into a tiny courtyard. Kim sat down at the lone terminal and brought up the menu. She needed less than two minutes to locate EIV 4471886 Hunter, Arrival Date 30 March 573, Command Log.
"Got it," she said. She inserted a disk and instructed the computer to download.
Solly held a finger to his lips. Footsteps outside. He moved behind the door so he'd be out of sight if anyone looked in. Kim scrunched down behind the desk.
Voices.
Two people, talking, and then laughing. They moved on.
Kim was surprised to discover a sense of elation. She squeezed Solly's shoulder. "What?" he asked.
"We should do more of this," she said.
Sheyel adjusted the cushions in his dragon chair. "Kim, it's good to hear from you. Do you have news?"
"Probably not. I wanted to thank you for tracking down Yoshi's shoe size."
"It was nothing. Now will you tell me why you asked?"
"We found a grip shoe at Kile's villa. Fits the size."
"Oh?"
"That's all we have for the moment. And it probably doesn't mean anything."
He was silent.
"I need more information."
"Of course. If I have it."
"Was there anything artificial about Yoshi's body? Anything that a sensor might detect?"
His eyes slid shut. "I don't think so."
"Any kind of artificial enhancement, maybe? Or something that had been repaired?"
"No," he said. "Nothing that I know about. She had an accident once playing wraparound. Had to get a couple of her teeth capped."
"I don't think there's anything there we can use. Okay, Sheyel. I'll see if I can find another way. In the meantime, if you think of anything, give me a call."
He nodded. "Thanks, Kim. I appreciate what you're trying to do."