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“Give me two minutes,” I said to Duffy. “Millon?”
“I’m outside the hotel,” he said, “and you were right. The Goliath cleanup squad has just left. Took everything in the back of a van.”
Millon had tracked Krantz down to the seedy Substation Hotel at three that morning. He’d found Krantz facedown on the floor of Room 27, stone dead and looking pretty dreadful, even for a corpse at the Substation. A quick examination confirmed what Landen had thought—the corpse wasn’t Krantz but his Day Player. Next to him was an empty Tupperware sarcophagus and no sign of any others. He had come here, activated a new Day Player, waited until he was transferred, then left. The room left few clues. We still had no idea what he was doing. But we did know that Krantz had another couple days of life left in him and would be stronger, smarter and fitter. He would be harder to find, too, and, when found, harder to tackle. Still, at least we didn’t have to worry about reporting any of this to the authorities. The Goliath cleaners would have removed all trace of Krantz and, since they were experts, left intact the crusty mat of human hair, spilled beer and dried body fluids that the Substation impudently referred to as “carpet.”
I thanked Millon, told him to keep looking for the New Krantz and rang off.
I turned back to Duffy. “Listen, this may sound seriously weird, but I might turn up and not be myself one day, and if that happens, I need you to call my husband on this number and tell him that his wife isn’t who she thinks she is.”
“You’re wrong.”
“About what?”
“It’s not seriously weird, it’s obscenely weird. How can you not be you, and how am I supposed to know anyway?”
“Easily. See this tattoo? It’s to remind ourselves that Jenny is a mindworm. Not mine, of course, but my husband’s. I’ll explain about Aornis one day, and if you’re wondering why I have the tattoo on my hand and not Landen’s, I meant to find out this morning but forgot to drop in to Image Ink—again.”
Duffy stared at me, single eyebrow raised. “What tattoo?”
“This one—”
But he was right. I didn’t have one. Damn. Replaced again.
“I thought it was weird that I could hear Phoebe’s watch ticking slowly,” I muttered.
I thought quickly—which fortunately I was now able to do— and worked my movements backward. I’d struggled to get into the Daimler at the Substation Hotel, so I was real me then. I could remember arriving at the secure entrance at the near of the library, then walking through the building to the front office and riding up the elevators. Real Me was somewhere between those places—in a store cupboard, I hoped, and more comfortable this time. I called Landen and told him what had happened.
“It wasn’t unexpected,” he said after a moment or two of reflection. “Do you want me to come and kill you again?”
“That’s very sweet of you, darling, but I need to make sure real me is safe. The password was ‘has to be there overnight’ after you say, ‘When it absolutely, positively.’”
Landen was silent for a moment. “You didn’t have to tell me you’d been replaced, did you?”
“I needed you to know you could trust me.”
“Okay, now I trust you—whatever body you happen to be in.”
“Thank you, pumpkin. Have the car in the loading bay at lunchtime so we can bundle Real Me in the back. And, Landen?”
“Yes?”
“I’m having those feelings again.”
“There’s nothing you can do about them, so just think of something else until we put an end to you and we can have you back.”
“I’m not going to get rid of this me. Not yet.”
There was another long silence from Landen. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I hope so, too, but I’m not offering any guarantees.”
“That’s my girl.”
He rang off, and I turned to Duffy, who had the largest frown I have ever seen etched in the forehead of anyone, before or since.
“Okay,” he said in a resigned manner, “now are we ready for the Goliath rep?”
I jumped up and glanced in the mirror behind the desk. I looked sickeningly well, and I wanted Lupton to think I was the real, damaged me. He knew about the contents of the Tupperware sarcophagus, and his knowing I was a Thursday Day Player was the sort of interest I didn’t want right now.
