And she’d seen the helicopter shots of the vigil, afld of the baf- 0
279 S4. La Puirissima fled tactical squads facing an estimated twenty-five hundred tearyeyed girls. The injury count was low, everything fairly minor except for one girl who’d slid down a freeway embankment and broken both her ankles. The real problem had been getting everyone out of there, because a lot of them had arrived five or six to a cab, and had no way of getting home. Some had taken the family car and then abandoned it in their hurry to reach the vigil, and that had created another kind of mess. There had been a few dozen arrests, mostly for trespassing.
And she’d seen the message Rez had recorded, assuring people he was alive and well, and regretting the whole thing, which of course he’d had nothing to do with. He wasn’t wearing the monocle-rig, for this, but he had on the same black suit and t-shirt. He looked thinner, though; someone had tweaked it. He’d played it light, at first, grinning, saying he’d never been to the Hotel Di and in fact had never visited a love hotel, but now maybe he should. Then he’d turned serious and said how sorry he was that people had been inconvenienced and even hurt by someone’s irresponsible prank. And he’d capped it, smiling, by saying that the whole thing had been quite uniquely moving for him, because how often do you get to watch your own funeral?
And she’d seen the people who owned and managed the Hotel Di, expressing their regret. They had no idea, they said, how any of this had happened. She got the feeling that expressing regret was a big thing here, but the owners of the Di had also managed to explain how there was no on-site staff at their hotel, in the interest of the guests’ greater privacy. Arleigh, watching this, had said that that was the commercial, and that she bet the place was going to be booked solid for the next two months. It was famous, now.
All in all, the coverage seemed to treat the whole thing as some kind of silly-season item that might have had serious repercussions if the police hadn’t acted as calmly and as skillfully as they eventually had, bringing in electric buses from the suburbs to ferry the girls to collection-points around the city.
Arleigh was from San l~ranc1sc() and she worked for Lo/Rez and 280 William Gibson knew Rez personally, and she was the one who’d driven the van out through the crowd. And then she’d lost a police helicopter by doing something completely crazy on that expressway, a kind of u-turn right over the concrete bumper-thing down the middle.
She’d brought Chia and Masahiko to this hotel, and put them in these adjoining rooms with weirdly angled corners, where they each had a private bath. She’d asked them both to please stay there, and not to port or use the phone without telling her, except for room service, and then she’d gone out.
Chia had had a shower right away. It was the best shower she’d ever had, and she felt like she never wanted to wear those clothes again as long as she lived. She didn’t even want to have to look at them. She found a plastic bag you were supposed to put your clothes in to be laundered, and she put them in that and put it in the wastebasket in the bathroom. Then she’d put on all clean clothes from her bag, everything kind of wrinkled but it felt great, and she’d blow-dried her hair with the machine built into the bathroom wall. The toilet didn’t talk and it only had three buttons to figure out.
Then she lay down on the bed and fell asleep, but not for long.
Arleigh kept popping in to make sure Chia was okay, and telling her news, so that Chia felt like she was part of it, whatever it was. Ar-leigh said Rez was back at his own hotel now, but that he’d come later to spend some time with her and thank her for all she’d done.
That made Chia feel strange. Now she’d seen him in real life, somehow that had taken over from all the other ways she’d known him before, and she felt kind of funny about him. Confused. Like all of this had pegged him in realtime for her, and she kept thinking of her mother complaining that Lo and Rez were nearly as old as she was.