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The window edged down unevenly. Caine's question sounded strange, even to her: "Who are you?"
The driver started. Too surprised to come up with a retort, or a lie, his response was gruff: "I'm Sim. Who wants to know?"
"A high-tipping fare."
Sim's eyebrows went up. "Glad to hear it." He reached over the back seat toward the rear door.
"Not so fast. You own and operate this cab yourself?"
"Do you think I'd be out here if I had anyone to do it for me?"
"Are you subscribed to a dispatching service, or a fare-share cooperative?"
"What, and go bankrupt between the fees and the percentages I have to share out? Listen, buddy, I just barely get by as it is."
"Then you're taking us to Reagan International."
"Suborbital or orbital terminal?"
"Orbital. And if you get us there in thirty-five minutes, there's a fifty dollar tip in it."
"Luggage?"
"No luggage."
"Then hop in."
Caine pulled open the door. Opal stepped forward, paused, started to look back up the stairs of the Capitol Building-
Caine put a hand on her arm: it was not gentle. "Don't look back. Get in."
* * *
She waited until they had crossed the Potomac and then toggled the privacy screen. After it was done grinding and groaning closed, she turned to Caine. "Mind ...
Caine was removing his collarcom. "I'm taking a trip."
The first person singular pronoun left a burning feeling along Opal's brow. Okay: keep it relaxed: don't give yourself away. She looked around the soiled inte...
He did not smile: at first, she wasn't even sure he had heard. However, as he began fishing around in his pants pocket, he finally replied, as if in afterthou...
She decided to ignore the first-person-singular pronouns with which Caine continued to frame his responses. "So it's the same plan as yesterday: we travel inc...
He checked that the privacy panel was still up, scanned the corners of the rear compartment quickly-looking for fiber-optic snoopers? Here?-and then jammed hi...
She chose to arch her left eyebrow. "I understand ditching the phone, and letting them chase it around D.C., but the collarcom?"
He dusted off his hands. "I got the collarcom from Downing. Which means I got it from IRIS. For all I know, they have a transponder chip in it."
She nodded. Act cheery, but not overly interested or concerned. "So, where are we going?"
"I'm going to Mars."
Mars? "What? Why?"
He looked out the window at a spaceplane lumbering aloft. He watched it disappear into the low-hanging haze before he answered: "Tarasenko is dead."
"Dead? While you were in there?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
"Good question. An apparent heart attack."
"'Apparent'?"
He looked sideways at her. "Doesn't it make you a little bit suspicious, Tarasenko dying of a heart attack-just two days after Nolan?"
"Well, both of them were getting on in years-"
"Yeah, but both of them received superior medical care, got a reasonable amount of exercise, were not engaged in any strenuous activity at the time of their d...
"But how could an assassin-?"
"I don't know how, but I've learned that just because I don't know how something might be done, doesn't mean it can't be done."
"So why Mars?"
"Because that's the best way to put some distance between myself and IRIS. Tarasenko's death is going to send Downing-and IRIS-into a twenty-four-hour tailspi...
"And just how are you going to pay for that?"
"My book royalties have been accumulating for almost fourteen years. And while we were over the Atlantic, my agency was holding a fast, invite-only auction fo...
Huh. Caine sure works fast. And so quietly that I never suspected it. "So: onward to Mars. And once you get there-what?"
Opal had the distinct impression that this was the first time she had ever heard Caine utter ideas as they came to him, without prior assessment and editing. ...
Then get the hell away from me, you poor guy. Aloud: "Sounds prudent, but you could probably get lost in the sauce more easily by staying Earthside. More room...
"Maybe, but Mars is a much longer reach for Downing. And right now, he's short of trustworthy manpower, so he's not going to want to strand an operative out t...
"Caine, before you go running off to another planet, I've gotta ask: why are you so sure that Richard will still want to keep tabs on you? Maybe he'll just le...
"Maybe-but it sure didn't sound that way back in Tarasenko's office. I think Downing wants to pull me deeper into IRIS."
"But that just doesn't make any sense. Downing knows that you don't want to be an agent, and now you've made yourself too high-profile for him to use, anyway....