Jack McDevitt - SEEKER

He scratched his armpit and yanked the door open. Had to do it manually since he’d killed the power. He pointed the lamp inside. “Come on out, Amy,” he said.

She squealed, and he went in after her. I looked for a weapon while his light bounced around the inside of my bedroom. Amy alternately pleaded with him and shrieked.

He dragged her out by her hair. She was holding my link in one hand.

“The police are on their way, Hap,” I said, in the steadiest voice I could muster. “Best thing for you is to clear out.”

But Amy would never win a prize for brains. She shook her head. No. “I didn’t call them,” she said. And, to Hap: “I didn’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“You’ve already caused me a lot of trouble, slut.” He took the link from her, dropped it on the floor, and stomped it. Then he hauled her to his side, twisted her arm behind her, dragged her backward to the front door, and kicked it shut. It banged open again, and a second kick didn’t improve things, so he shoved Amy in my direction, pushed the door closed and dragged a chair in front it. When he was satisfied nobody would come in and break up the party, and that no one was going to get out, he returned his attention to us. “Now, ladies,” he said, “let’s talk about the cup.”

He set the flashlight on a side table and tossed Amy onto the sofa, without ever taking his eyes off me. He was quicker than he looked. “It’s nice to see you again, Kolpath,” he said. “You’re the antique dealer. You never had any connection with a survey group, right? What did you want at my place?” His hands were balled into big meaty fists. If it came to a fight, it was going to be over in a hurry.

I could hear other people in the hallway.

“I thought there might be more where the cup came from.” No use lying.

“Stealing the cup wasn’t enough for you, huh?” He seized Amy’s arm and twisted it.

She cried out. “Where is it, love?”

“Turn her loose,” I said, starting toward him, but all he did was tighten his grip. Tears ran down her face.

I needed a weapon.

There was a hefty bronze bust of Philidor the Great on a shelf behind us. I didn’t look at it, didn’t want to draw his attention to it. But I knew it was there. If he could be distracted…

He leaned over Amy. “Where’s the cup?”

She looked around the room, uncertain what had happened to it. “I must have left it in the bedroom,” she said.

He pulled her to her feet and shoved her toward the open door. “Get it.”

She wobbled off. I was listening to the voices in the hallway. Other than Choi, my neighbors were a young, timid woman, and a guy who was about ninety. No prospect of help there. I hoped someone had called for police.

Amy returned to report she couldn’t find the cup. Couldn’t remember what she’d done with it. Before he could hit her, I pulled the cushion away and showed it to him. Hap broke into a large toothy grin, picked it up, admired it, shook his head like who would have thought this piece of junk would be worth money, and shoved it hard into a pocket. It banged on something, and I winced. The thing had traveled nine thousand years to get mashed by this barbarian.

“What’s it worth?” he asked. He was more or less talking to the wall, his words directed to a blank spot between me and Amy. Anybody who wanted to could reply.

“Probably twenty thousand or so,” I said.

“All right.” He glanced down at the pocket. “Good.”

We stood there while he thought what to do next. He signaled Amy to sit back down on the sofa, and she complied. Hap pointed his flashlight directly at me. I had my hand over my eyes, trying to shield them from the glare. “If you leave now,” I told him, “I’d be willing to forget about this.” You bet. Right after I’d found a way to take him out.

“Yeah,” he said, with a smile that was absolutely cold. “I know you will, because if you make any trouble for me, ever, I’ll break your sweet neck.” He let me see nothing would give him more pleasure. “All right,” he said. “Here’s what’s going to happen.”

Another smile. Then before I even realized it was coming, I caught a stinging slap across the jaw. It knocked me off my feet.

“Get up,” he said.

I was following flashing lights, and the floor felt unsteady.

“You want another one?” He lifted his foot and aimed it at my ribs. “Get up.” I looked at him. Philidor showed up in my peripheral vision, hopelessly out of reach. I staggered to my feet, holding on to the arm of the sofa to keep my head from spinning.

“Now here’s what we’re going to do, Kolpath.”

No two ways about it. This guy was loaded with charisma. I had to admire Amy’s taste in men.

“I want you to make a call. Call whoever you have to. And transfer twenty-two thousand into my account.” He produced a card. “Here’s the number. I’m going to sell you back your cup. Nice honest transaction.”

I decided not to argue with him.

“It was mine, you know. It’s been in our family my whole life. Shouldn’t be anybody else getting that money.”

Absolutely not.

He dug into the same pocket the cup was in and produced a link, which he held out to me. “Make the call,” he said.

“I don’t have the account numbers memorized. I need the AI.”

He raised his fist and I backed away, but he thought better of it. Put me out of business and he can’t get his money. So he went into the other pocket, the left one, and withdrew a dark blue waferlike object. He fiddled with it for a minute, and the lights came back. Carmen’s status lamps blinked.

“It won’t work,” I said. “The police will trace the money.”

“No.” He smiled at my naivete. “It’s a network. The money moves around. Nobody’ll ever know.”

He hadn’t meant to say that, because it meant Amy and I had a short future. He went back into the sweater and came out with a scrambler and pointed it in my direction.

“Do it,” he said.

“Carmen?”

“Yes, Chase.” She was using a different tone than normal, deeper, almost masculine, signaling she would help any way she could.

I took his card and held it up for the reader. “We’re going to transfer twenty-two thousand,” I said.

“Wait a minute,” Hap said. “How much you got in your account?”

“I don’t know without looking.”

He hit me again. This time I was ready and managed to sidestep some of the impact.

Still, it knocked me off my feet again.

“Let her alone,” said Amy. “She didn’t do nothing to you.”

“How much?” he demanded.

I didn’t know. But I gave him a ballpark. “Enough to cover. About twenty-four.”

“Make it thirty.” He jammed the scrambler against my belly, grabbed my hair, and hauled me back onto my feet. “Truth is, Kolpath, you’ve put me to a lot of trouble.”

He twisted my hair. “Empty the account.” He desperately needed a shower. And some mouthwash. “Put it all in there.” He jabbed a finger at his card. If there’d been any doubt about his plans for Amy and me, that settled it.

He was standing in front of the sofa, where he could watch both of us. But I didn’t think he was really worried.

“Which account do we make the transfer from?” Carmen asked, in a flat disinterested tone. I only had one. She was suggesting a course of action. “Perhaps the Baylok account?”

Baylok? And Sky Jordan?

Jordan fighting off the teleporting monsters.

Nobody will ever again tell me household AIs are not sentient. “Yes,” I said, trying to sound subdued. “Let’s do it that way.”

“How much you got in the Baylok account?” demanded Hap.

“Forty-two. Plus change.”