Idoru. Part 13
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died here. Out of Control planned to frame the death of Alison s.h.i.+res 3 as a tragedy in a venerable Hollywood tradition, but one that had0 C.
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t been brought on by Slitscan, a very contemporary ent.i.ty. Besides, Daniels explained, the Chateau was far more secure than it might at first look. And at this point Lane>' had been introduced to Berry Rydell, the night security man.
Daniels and Rydell, it seemed to Laney, had known one another prior to Rydell working at the Chateau, though how, exactly, remained unclear. Rydell seemed oddly at home with the workings of the infotainment industry, and at one point, when they'd found themselves alone together, he'd asked Laney who was representing him.
"How do you mean?" Lane>' had said.
"You've got an agent, don't you?"
Laney said he didn't.
"You better get one," Rydell had said. "Not that it'll necessarily come out the way you'd wanted, but, hey, it's show business, right?"
It was indeed show business, to an extent that very quickly made Laney wonder if he'd made the right decision. There had been sixteen people in his suite, for a four-hour meeting, and he'd only been out of the lock-up for six hours. When they'd finally gone, Laney had staggered the length of the place, mistakenly trying several closet doors in his search for the bedroom. Finding it, he'd crawled onto the bed and fallen asleep in the clothes they'd sent Rydell to the Beverly Center to buy for him.
Which he thought he might well do right here, now, in this Golden Street bar, thereby answering the question of what the bourbon was doing to his jet lag. But now, finis.h.i.+ng the remainder of the shot, he felt one of those tidal reversals begin, perhaps less to do with the drink than with some in-built chemistry of fatigue and displacement.
"Was Rydell happy?" Yamazaki asked,
It seemed a strange question, to Lane>', but then he'd remembered Rydell mentioning someone j.a.panese, someone he'd known in San Francisco, and that, of course, had been Yamazaki.
70 Ahhtiapn Gibson "Well," Lariey said, "he didn't strike me as desperately unhappy, but there was something sort of down about him. You could say that. I mean, I don't really know him well at all."
"It is too bad," Yamazaki said. "Rydell is a brave man."
"How about you, Laney," Blackwell said, "you think of yourself as a brave man?" The wormlike scar that bisected his eyebrow writhed into a new degree of concentration.
"No," Laney said, "I don't."
"But you went up against Slitscan, didn't you, because of what they did to the girl? You had a job, you had food, you had a place to sleep. You got all that from Slitscan, but they did the girl, so you opted to do 'em back. Is that right?"
"Nothing's ever that simple," Laney said.
When Blackwell spoke, Laney was unexpectedly aware of another sort of intelligence, something the man must ordinarily conceal. "No," Blackwell said, almost gently, "it f.u.c.king well isn't, is it?" One large, pinkly jigsawed hand, like some clumsy animal in its own right, began to root in the taut breast pocket of Blackwell's micropore. Producing a small, gray, metallic object that he placed on the bar.
"Now that's a nail," Blackwell said, "galvanized, one-and-a-half-inch, roofing, I've nailed men's hands to bars like this, with nails like that. And some of them were right b.a.s.t.a.r.ds." There was nothing at all of threat in Blackwell's voice. "And some of those, you nail their one hand, their other comes up with a razor, or a pair of needle-nose pliers." Blackwell's forefinger absently found an angry-looking scar beneath his right eye, as though something had entered there and been deflected along the cheekbone. "To have a go, right?"
"Pliers?"
"b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," Blackwell said. "You have to kill 'em, then, Now that's one kind of 'brave,' Laney. What I mean is, how's that so different from what you tried to do to Slitscan?"
"I just didn't want them to let it drop. To let her ... settle to the 3 bottom. Be fotgotten. I didn't really care how badly Slitscan got
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hurt, or even if they were damaged or not. I wasn't thinking of revenge, as much as of a way of. . . keeping her alive?"
"There's other men, you nail their hand to a table, they'll sit there and look at you. That's your true hard man, Laney. Do you think you're one of those?"
Laney looked from Blackwell to the empty bourbon gla.s.s, back to Blackwell; the bartender moved, as if to refill it, but Laney covered it with his hand. "If you nail my hand to the bar, Blackwell," and here he spread his other hand, flat, palm down, on the dark wood, the drink-ringed varnish, "I'll scream, okay? I don't know what any of this is about. You might be crazy. But what I most definitely am not is anybody's idea of a hero. I'm not now, and I wasn't back there in
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Blackwell and Yamazaki exchanged glances. Blackwell pursed his lips, gave a tiny nod. "Good on you then," he said. "1 think you just might be right for the job."
"No job," Laney said, but let the bartender pour him a second bourbon. "I don't want to hear about any job at all, not until I know who's hiring me."
"I'm chief of security for Lo/Rez," Blackwell said, "and I owe that silly b.a.s.t.a.r.d my life. The last five of which I'd've pa.s.sed in the punitive bowels of the State of f.u.c.king Victoria. If it hadn't been for him. Though I'd've topped myself first, no fear."
"The band? You're security for them?"
"Rydell spoke well of you, Mr. Laney." Yamazaki's neck bobbed in the collar of his plaid s.h.i.+rt,
"I don't know Rydell," Laney said. "He was just the night watchman at a hotel I couldn't afford."
"Rydell has a good sense of people, I think," Yamazaki said.
To Blackwell: "LoJRez? They're in trouble?"
"Rez," Blackwell said. "He says he's going to marry this j.a.p twist doesn't f.u.c.king exist! And he knows she doesn't, and says we've nof.u.c.king imagination! Now hear me," and Blackwell produced, from some unspecific region of his clothing, a mirror-polished rectangle 72 with a round hole through its uppermost, leading corner. Something not much larger than a cashcard, to see it in his big hand. "Someone's got to our boy, hear? Got to him. Don't know how, don't know who. Though personally myself I'd bet on the f.u.c.king Kombinat. Those Russ b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, But you, my friend, you're going to do your nodal thing for us, on our Rez, and you are going to find flicking out. Who." And the rectangle came down with a concise little thunk, to be left standing, crosswise to the counter's grain, and Laney saw that it was a very small meat cleaver, with round steel rivets through its tidy rosewood handle.
"And when you do," Blackwell said, "we shall sort them well and f.u.c.king out."
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10.Whiskey Clone Eddie's club was way up in something like an offke building. Chia didn't think there were music clubs on the upper floors of buildings like that in Seattle, but she wasn't sure. She'd fallen asleep in the Graceland, and only woke up as Eddie was driving into a garage entrance, and then up into something vaguely like a Ferris wheel, or the cylinder of an old-fas.h.i.+oned revolver, except the bullets were cars. She watched out the windows as it swung them up and over, to stop at the top, where Eddie drove forward into a parking garage that might've been anywhere, except the cars were all big and black, though none as big as the Graceland.
"Come on up with us and freshen up, honey," Maryalice said.
'You look wrecked."
"I have to port," Chia said. "Find my friend I'm staying with..
"Easy enough," Maryalice said, sliding across the velour and opening the door. Eddie got out the driver's side, taking the bag with the Nissan County sticker with him. He still didn't look very happy. Chia took her bag with her and followed Maryalice. They all got into an elevator. Eddie pressed his palm against a hand-shaped outline on the wall and said something in j.a.panese. The elevator said something back, then the door closed and they were going up. Fast, it felt like, but they just kept going.
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