Page 82 of Devil's Due

“Yes.”

He considered it. “From anyone else, I would say that you would be lying to me, and that would be most unpleasant for both of us. But from my dear Lushenka I will grant the possibility you will keep your word. Very well. Favor for favor. What do you want?”

“An electromagnetic pulse device.”

If she’d thought she’d surprised him before, she’d been wrong.Thiswas surprise, this long stretch of humming silence. He was on an airplane, she thought. Probably riding first class, luxuriating in leather seats, eating beluga caviar.

“So we are trading big favors, I see. Very, very big.”

“I need it fast.”

“In terms of trading, we are in the blue chips, yes? What could you possibly do for me later that would equal this?”

“I don’t know. And the point is, neither do you, until you need it. But you have my word, and you know what it’s worth. It’s why you call medorogaya.You can take it to the bank.”

“Hmmmm.” He drew it out into a musical thread. She could hear the smile. “Very well. I can secure one for you. It will not be very large and it will not be very portable. There will be only one charge in its circuits, so you must fire it exactly where you want it. The radius is less than a thousand feet. You understand?”

“I do.”

“Where shall I have it delivered?”

Manny would kill her if she had former Soviet agents drop-shipping weapons to his doorstep. Worse, he would quit. “My apartment. I’ll pick it up later.”

“You’re sure you want such a trail?”

“I trust you can avoid leaving one.”

“Always. You will have it tomorrow.”

He hung up without a goodbye.

I’m going to regret that, she thought. It wasn’t even a question.

Chapter 16

“This,” McCarthy said as they sat around the worktable four hours later, eating frozen dinners and staring at computer-printed floor plans, “is a really stupid idea, Jazz. I mean, you’ve had some stupid ideas before, and God bless you, you’ve pulled them off, but I don’t know about this one. If these guys are as all-knowing as you say—”

“They’re not all-knowing,” Simms said.

“But you don’t know what theydoknow, or when, right?”

Simms shrugged. “Eidolon has more than twenty psychics feeding them predictions. Some of those may sense what you’re about to do. But I think they’d likely discount this because itisso stupidly confrontational.”

“Hey!” Jazz cried.

Lucia patted her on the shoulder. “Stupid is good. Clever would get us killed.”

McCarthy smiled, briefly. “Not you, apparently.” “Shut up.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You and Borden, wanting a piece of me today. What’s that about?”

“I have better reasons.”

The color drained out of his face when she said that, and she wished she hadn’t; it wasn’t like her to rub it in. The shock of those obscene photographs was still vivid. She’d taken them to Manny’s shredder and reduced them to a pile of thin crosscut strips, then run them through an acid wash to destroy any chance of reconstruction. Manny’s idea, when he’d finally rejoined them, although he hadn’t asked what was on the photos. It seemed likely her expression had told him enough.

McCarthy was mutely waiting.

“Work first.” She had more than enough to think about. She wondered if she dared ask Manny to run a pregnancy test for her, or if she wanted to wait until later, until this was over and she was free to walk into a store and have nothing but a normal woman’s anxieties. “I’m sorry. Cheap shot.”

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