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through a bit of it but it all seemed so oddly paranoid.
And, again, this was more work stuff. He tossed the
book into a corner and looked for something more
productive to do, more fun.
Five minutes later, he started dialing the number for
his project leader. He stopped himself, hung up. Dialed
again, this time one of his old friends in Engineering.
The phone picked up on the fifth ring. “Frick
speaking.” He sounded brisk. Professional.
“Hey. It’s Anders.”
Frick’s voice relaxed. “Yo, dude, whassup? You on
the beach?” Anders could imagine Frick sliding his
rather large ass forward in the chair as he slouched
back.
“Yeah, I am. Listen—”
Frick cut him off. “How’s Lila doing? And what’s a
fine chick like her doing with some loser like you?”
Anders sighed. “Thanks for the vote of encouragement.”
It was hard not to sound bitter, even though he
knew Frick was joking.
“Jeez, Andy. Lighten up. You just don’t seem the
type for a girl like her. That’s all I’m saying.”
“What the hell do you know about women,
anyways?” He sounded a little more annoyed and angry
than he wanted to. He didn’t like to sound spiteful like
this. Or this defensive.
Frick laughed, though, which caught him off guard.
“True, I don’t know dick about hot bitches like that.
So, why’d you call?”
Anders told him about the incident in the minimart.
Frick listened with interest, then sighed. “Radio
Free Death, man. I’ve only heard about that. Creepy
stuff. Never experienced it myself.”
“Yeah,” said Anders. “It got to me. Especially that
bit about a spectre haunting Orpheus.”
“The irony does not escape me, let me tell you,” said
Frick.
“You think there’s anything to it?”
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