MaddAddam (MaddAddam 3)

Though he was more than concerned, Zeb didn't want to start asking the teachers or even Glenn's lax and neglectful parents about him. He needed to keep his profile low, not draw attention.

Zeb scanned the barbecue crowd again. Still no Glenn. But Pilar was there, over to the side, under a tree. She was sitting in front of a chessboard, which she appeared to be studying. He assumed his casual saunter and made his way over there, hoping he looked random.

"Up for a game?" he said.

Pilar glanced up. "Certainly," she said with a smile. Zeb sat down.

"We'll toss for White," said Pilar.

"I like to play Black," said Zeb.

"So I've been told," said Pilar. "Very well."

She opened with a standard queen's pawn, and Zeb decided to opt for a queen's Indian defence. "Where's Glenn?" he asked.

"Things are not good," she answered. "Concentrate on the game. Glenn's father is dead. Glenn is naturally upset. The CorpSeCorps officers told him it was a suicide."

"No shit," said Zeb. "When did that happen?"

"Two days ago," said Pilar, moving her queen's knight. Zeb moved his bishop, pinning it down. Now she'd have a job developing her centre. "It's not when, however, it's how. He was pushed off an overpass."

"By his wife?" Zeb asked, remembering Rhoda's tit pressing against his back, and also the earlet concealed in her bedside lamp. It was a jokey kind of question - he should have been ashamed of himself. Sometimes that kind of thing shot out of his mouth like popcorn. But it was a serious question, as well: Glenn's dad could have found out about Rhoda's lunchtime interludes, they could have gone for a walk to discuss it, outside the walls of HelthWyzer for more privacy, and decided to stroll along the overpass, for the view of the oncoming traffic, and then they could have had a fight, and Glenn's mother could have upended his dad over the railing, a move he'd been unable to defend himself against ...

Pilar was looking at him. Waiting for him to come to his senses, most likely.

"Okay, I take it back," he said. "It wasn't her."

"He found out something they're doing, inside HelthWyzer," said Pilar. "He felt this practice was not only unethical but dangerous to public health, and therefore immoral. He threatened to make this knowledge public; or, well, not public as such, since the press probably wouldn't have touched it. But if he'd gone to a rival Corp, especially one outside the country, they'd have made damaging use of the information."

"He was on your research team, wasn't he?" said Zeb. He was trying to follow what she was saying, thus losing control of his game.

"Affiliated," said Pilar, dispatching one of his pawns. "He confided in me. And now I'm confiding in you."

"Why?" said Zeb.

"I'm being reassigned," said Pilar. "To the HelthWyzer headquarters, out east. Or that's where I hope I'm going, though it may be worse. They may think I'm lacking in enthusiasm, or suspect my loyalty. You'll have to leave here. I can't keep you safe once I've been transferred. Take my bishop with your knight."

"That's a bad move," said Zeb. "It opens the way to ..."

"Just take it," she said calmly. "Then keep it in your hand. I have another one, I'll replace it in the box. No one will know there's a bishop missing."

Zeb palmed the bishop. He'd learned how to do that from Slaight of Hand, back in his Floating World days. Deftly he slid it up his sleeve.

"What am I supposed to do with it?" he said. With Pilar gone, he'd be isolated.

"Just deliver it," she said. "I'll fake you a day pass, with a cover story attached; they'll want to know your business in the pleeblands. Once you're outside the HelthWyzer West Compound, there'll be a new identity waiting. Take the bishop with you. There's a sex club franchise called Scales and Tails, you can look it up on the net. Go to the nearest branch. The password is oleaginous. They'll let you in. You'll be leaving the bishop there. It's a container, they'll know how to open it."

"Deliver it to who?" said Zeb. "What's in it, anyway? Who's they?"

"Vectors," said Pilar.

"In what sense?" said Zeb. "Like, math vectors?"

"Let's say biological. Vectors for bioforms. And these vectors are inside some other vectors that look like vitamin pills: three kinds, white, red, and black. And the pills are inside another vector, the bishop. Which will be carried by another vector, you."

"What's the thing inside the pills?" Zeb asked. "Brain candy? Code chips?"

"Definitely not. Best not to ask," said Pilar. "But whatever you do, don't eat any of them. If you think anyone's following you, shove the bishop down a drain."