Glory in Death (In Death 2) - Page 14

“That’s right. What else do you hear?”

“Me?” He trailed a finger down the front of his vest. The nail on his index finger was sharpened to a lethal point and painted black. “I’m too dignified to listen to street talk.”

“I bet you are.” Understanding the rules, Eve slipped a hundred-credit token from her pocket. “How about I buy a little of that dignity?”

“Well, the price, she looks right.” His big hand enveloped the tokens and made them disappear. “I hear she was hanging around in the Five Moons ’long about midnight, give or take. Like she was hanging for somebody, somebody who don’t show. Then she ditched.”

He glanced down at the sidewalk. “Didn’t go far though, did she?”

“No, she didn’t. Did she ask for anyone?”

“Not so’s I heard.”

“Anyone see her with anyone?”

“Bad night. People stay off the street mostly. Some chemi-heads maybe wander, but business going to be slow.”

“You know anyone around here who likes to cut?”

“Plenty carry blades and stickers, white girl.” His eyes rolled in amusement. “Why you going to carry if you ain’t going to use?”

“Anybody just likes to cut,” she repeated.

“Somebody who doesn’t care about making a score.”

His grin spread again. The skull on his cheek seemed to nod with the movement. “Everybody cares about making a score. Ain’t you trying to?”

She accepted that. “Who do you know around here who’s out of a cage recently?”

His laugh was like mortar fire. “Better if you ask don’t I know anybody who ain’t. And your money’s done.”

“All right.” To his disappointment, she took a card rather than more tokens out of her pocket. “There may be more if you hear anything I can use.”

“Keep it in mind. You decide you want to earn a little extra shaking those little white tits, you let Crack know.” With this, he loped across the street with the surprising grace of an enormous black gazelle.

Eve turned and went in to try her luck at the Five Moons.

The dive might have seen better days, but she doubted it. It was strictly a drinking establishment: no dancers, no screens, no videos booths. The clientele who patronized the Five Moons weren’t there to socialize. From the smell that slapped Eve the moment she stepped through the door, burning off stomach lining was the order of the day.

Even at this hour, the small, square room was well populated. Silent drinkers stood at stingy pedestals knocking back their poison of choice. Others huddled by the bar, closer to the bottles. Eve rated a few glances as she crossed the sticky floor, then people got back to the business of serious drinking.

The bartender was a droid, as most were, but she doubted this one had been programmed to listen cheerfully to the customers’ hard luck stories. More likely an arm breaker, she mused, sizing it up as she sidled up to the bar. The manufacturers had given him the tilted eye, golden-skinned appearance of a mixed race. Unlike most of the drinkers, the droid didn’t sport feathers or beads, but a plain white smock over a wrestler’s body.

Droids couldn’t be bribed, she thought with some regret. And threats had to be both clever and logical.

“Drink?” the droid demanded. His voice had a ping to it, a slight echo that indicated overdue maintenance problems.

“No.” Eve wanted to keep her health. She showed her badge and had several customers shifting toward corners. “There was a murder two nights ago.”

“Not in here.”

“But the victim was.”

“She was alive then.” At some signal Eve didn’t catch, the droid took a smudged glass from a drinker midbar, poured some noxious looking liquid into it, and slid it back.

“You were on duty.”

“I’m a twenty-four/seven,” he told her, indicating he was programmed for full operation without required rest or recharge periods.

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