Zero History

hurt would constitute a dropped ball.” He was looking at her, now, with something she
took to be the artful emulation of actual human concern, but she understood that that
indicated there really might be something to be afraid of. She shivered on the ridiculous
velour toadstool.
“Florence,” he said. “I have a flat there. Lovely. I’ll send you there. Today.”
“I have Meredith in play. She’s coming back here with George. Probably here already.
Reg needs him in the studio. You can’t assign me that specific a task, then send me away
when I’m about to complete it. I’m not working for you that way.” All of which was true,
but having gotten as far as Garreth’s voice mail, she felt she needed to be here, where
she’d told him she was, at least until she discovered where he was.
Bigend nodded. “I understand. And I do want the identity of the Hounds designer. But
you need to be careful. We all do.”
“Who’s Tanky, Hubertus? Assuming that’s Tojo out front.”
“I suppose I am,” he said.