More of those robot baggage carts. She wondered what it cost to rent one. You could lie down on top of your luggage, maybe, tell it where you wanted to go, and then just go to sleep. Except she wasn’t sure she felt sleepy, exactly. She transferred Maryalice’s bag from her left to her right hand, wondering what to do with it if she didn’t find Maryalice inside the next, say, five minutes. She’d had enough of airports and the space between them, and she wasn’t even sure where she was supposed to sleep tonight. Or if it was night, even.
She was looking up, hoping to find some kind of time display, when a hand closed around her right wrist. She looked down at the hand, saw gold rings and a watch to match, fat links of a gold bracelet, the rings connected to the watch with little gold chains.
“That’s my suitcase.”
Chia’s eyes followed the hand’s wrist to a length of bright white cuff, then up the arm of a black jacket. To pale eyes in a long face, each cheek seamed vertically, as if with a modelling instrument. For a second she took him for her Music Master, loose somehow in this airport. But her Music Master would never wear a watch like that, and this one’s hair, a darker blond, was swept back, long and wetlooking, from his high forehead. He didn’t look happy.
“Maryalice’s suitcase,” Chia said. 02 William Gibson “She gave it to you? In Seattle?” “She asked me to carry it.”
“From Seattle?”
“No,” Chia said. “Back there. She sat beside me on the plane.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know,” Chia said.
He wore a black, long-coated suit, buttoned high. Like something from an old movie, but new and expensive-looking. He seemed to notice that he was still holding her wrist; now he let it go.
“I’ll carry it for you,” he said. “We’ll find her.”
Chia didn’t know what to do. “Maryalice wanted me to carry it.”
“You did. Now I’ll carry it.” He took it from her.
“Are you Maryalice’s boyfriend? Eddie?” The corner of his mouth twitched.
“You could say that,” he said.
Eddie’s car was a Daihatsu Graceland with the steering wheel on the wrong side. Chia knew that because Rez had ridden in the back of one in a video, except that that one had had a bath in it, black marble, big gold faucets shaped like tropical fish. People had posted that that was an ironic take on money, on the really ugly things you could do with it if you had too much. Chia had told her mother about that. Her mothet said there wasn’t much point in worrying what you might do if you had too much, because most people never even had enough. She said it was better to try to figure out what “enough” actually meant.
But Eddie had one, a Graceland, all black and chrome. From the outside it looked sort of like a cross between an RV and one of those long, wedge-shaped Hummer limousines. Chia couldn’t imagine there’d be much of a Japanese market; the cars here all looked like little candy-colored lozenges. The Graceland was meshback pure and simple, designed to sell to the kind of American who made a point of trying not to buy imports. Which, when it came to cars, def initely narrowed your options. (Hester Chen’s mother had one of those really ugly Canadian trucks that cost a fortune but were guaranteed to last for eighty-five years; that was supposed to be better for the ecology.)
Inside, the Graceland was all burgundy velour, puffed up in diamonds, with little chrome nubs where the points of the diamonds met. It was about the tackiest thing Chia had ever seen, and she guessed Maryalice thought so too, because Maryalice, seated next to her, was explaining that it was an “image” thing, that Eddie had this very hot, very popular country-music club called Whiskey Clone, so he’d gotten the Graceland to go with that, and he’d also started dressing the way they did in Nashville. Maryalice thought that look suited him, she said.
Chia nodded. Eddie was driving, talking in Japanese on a speakerphone. They’d found Maryalice at a tiny little bar, just off the arrivals area. It was the third one they’d looked in, Chia got the feeling that Eddie wasn’t very happy to see Maryalice, but Maryalice hadn’t seemed to care.