You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
65. LEOPARD SKIN IN MINIATURE<br />
She stood on Cabinet’s steps, looking at unexpected lights, beyond trees, in the privacy<br />
of Portman Square, Robert hovering watchfully behind her, after the tall Slow Foods van<br />
pulled away, driven by a young blonde with a cap worryingly like Foley’s.<br />
Sounds of tennis. There was a court in there. Someone had decided to play a night<br />
game. She thought the court would be too wet.<br />
When she went back in, Inchmale and Heidi were in the lobby, Inchmale strapping<br />
himself into his Japanese Gore-Tex. “We’re going to the studio to listen to some mixes.<br />
Come with us.”<br />
“Thanks, but I’m needed.”<br />
“Either offer stands, Tucson or Hampstead. You could stay with Angelina.”<br />
“I appreciate it, Reg. I do.”<br />
“Quietly stubborn,” he said, then looked at Heidi. “Beats violently obstreperous.” Back<br />
to her. “Consistent, anyway. Keep in touch.”<br />
“I will.” She headed for the elevator. For the ferret, in its vitrine. Silently offering<br />
prayer: that Garreth’s scheme, whatever it was, be as ferrety as it needed to be, or that<br />
whatever had happened to this particular ferret, to earn it its timeless somnambulistic<br />
residence here, not happen to Garreth, to Milgrim, or to anyone else she cared for.<br />
Its teeth looked bigger, though she knew that couldn’t be possible. She pressed the<br />
button, heard distant clanks from above, sounds from the Tesla machinery.<br />
She hadn’t been aware of caring for Milgrim, really, until it became apparent that<br />
Bigend would so easily feed him to Foley and company, if that meant getting Bobby<br />
Chombo back. And it wouldn’t be Chombo Bigend needed, she knew, but something<br />
Chombo knew, or knew how to do. That was what bothered her, that and the fact of<br />
Milgrim having been reborn, or perhaps born, on a whim of Bigend’s, simply to see<br />
whether or not it was possible. To do that, and then to trade the resulting person, possibly<br />
to trade his life, for something you wanted, no matter how badly, was wrong.<br />
When the lift arrived, she hauled the gate aside, opened the door, stepped in. Ascended.<br />
On her way through the corridors to Number Four, she noticed that one of the<br />
landscapes now contained two follies, identical, one further back, on a distant hillside.<br />
Surely it had always been there, the second folly, unnoticed. She’d give it no further<br />
thought, she decided firmly.<br />
She knocked, in case Garreth and Pep were still deep into stays. “It’s me.”<br />
“Come in,” he called.<br />
He was propped up in the Piblokto Madness bed, the black bandage of the coldpumping<br />
machine around his leg again, the black laptop open on his stomach, headset on.<br />
“Busy?”