Hamilton, Peter F – Mindstar Rising

SO WHY I~**FYRNST. • ~/ IS JUL IR’SSSS FRIEND SHCKED UUUUP WITH KENDRIC DE GIROLAMO?’?? ‘I don’t know the specifics,’ Greg said, his voice raised, strained. Royan was jittering about in his dentist’s chair, shoulders jerking in an erratic pumping rhythm. Royan was having one MINDSTAR RISING 253 of his bad days, and when Greg considered just how shitty even Royan’s good days must be. CONNNNECTED? ‘There is no such thing as coincidence.’ WAS I HE%%%%LPING YOU WITH 1OTII/IMES>>? The catheter bag which dangled below the chair on a chrome coathook was filling with an oily bilious liquid. ‘Big help. He was a blackmail victim, not a proper hotrod. Someone has been feeding him sophisticated viruses to use on burns.’ THINK HE WAS ODDDDDD. T0000 QUICK TO G0000 SOLO. NOT EN***)~i SHITTTT END END END. NOT ENOUGH CIRCIT SKORES TO HISSS HANDEL. HURTSSS GREEG. REALLLY HURTS MEEEEE. And how could he answer that? He smiled broadly, feeling a prize turd. ‘Hey, you made a friend in Eleanor. She’s planning on coming back.’ BEAU7Y AN>>>>## BEMST. HORRRIBLENASTY FIL TH!!!L~ MEMEMEMEME. YOU SCREW BABIESBABIES MAKKK” MAKE BABiES T000GETHER.. .111111111 WANNT WANTSHITF1LLTH. Ј%::)) G0000000 AWWWAY GGRE& Greg couldn’t move. Revolted and horrified. He wanted to get out, out and never come back. Break free. The Trinities, the Constables, Blackshirts, this tower, this room, Royan; they were all facets of his ingrained guilt, soul-devouring. DON’!iiiii CRY. He rubbed knuckles into his eyes, vision blurring. QUUIK<<<< WHYCOME??? Qoi appeared in the kitchen door, concern marring her fragile, sensitive features. She flashed Greg a look he couldn't begin to interpret. WHY 'I needed you to run a finance backtrack for m~. I think it's the missing link, the one that'll tie Kendric to the hotrods.' 'l'hc screens exploded into an incoherent image-mash; chanrid shows, himseJf seen through Royan's eye camera, sticky tears smearing his cheeks, mad computer graphi~s. starchy- 256 PETER P. HAMILTON 'Tell you, I have to get near Kendric,' he said. 'Why, for Christ's sake?' 'Ask him questions, see how he reacts.' 'Crazy.' She crossed herself, eyes rolling. But she helped organize the back-up, positioning the Trinities around the marina. Greg couldn't find any fault in her method, Suzi had been one who listened. Knowing the squad was providing covering fire gave him a degree of confidence walking into the lion's den. The orders Suzi had were simple enough: on no account was he to be taken into the yacht itself. 'OK, you can come up,' the first bodyguard had returned. The set of his jaw radiated severe disapproval. Mirriam was sixty-five metres of sheer beauty. Whatever his other faults, Kendric certainly knew the difference between refined style and pretentious glitz. Mirriam was conceived as a shrine to the former. Her polished wooden decks gleamed with a rosy sheen under the desert-bright sun. Every immaculate brass fixture was mirror bright. The low-friction white paint was painful on the eyes. Greg was led round to the afterdeck. It had integral couches with puffy leather upholstery forming an island in the centre, several recliners dotted about. There was a clutch of chrome gym equipment on the starboard side, just outside the lounge-cabin doors. Katerina was lying prone on the bench press, using its leg lift, a big LCD counter notching up each pull. She was dressed in tight black neoprene sprinter shorts, green stretch-leggings, and the top of a loose mauve T-shirt that'd been slashed in half, its ragged hem barely covering her large breasts. Her mane of blonde hair was held back with a broad~ white elastic towelling band. She was perspiring heavily, drawing breath through her nostrils, an expression of grim concentration on her perfect chiselled features. 'I do know you,' she said through clenched teeth. The weight she was lifting was almost as much as he used in his own regimen. 'You were at Julie's house.' "l'hat's me,' Greg said. 'Nice party, wasn't it?' MINDSTAR RISING 257 'You can go now, Mark. Kendric will be out in a minute.' The bodyguard looked like he wanted to protest, but didn't quite know how. Greg flashed him a sunny smile, receiving a dark scowl for his trouble. Despite the Ferranti glasses, Greg could tell the man's eyes were on Katerina as he shuffled off forward. It was understandable, given the circumstances. His own gaze kept switching between her fantastic legs and her abdomen, hypnotized by the hard cords of muscle flexing below her smooth tanned skin. Ever hopeful her little scrap of T-shirt would ride up just that fraction higher. 'Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, finish,' she gasped. 'Is it worth it?' Her head dropped back to rest on the bench's thin padding. 'Kendric likes me to be fit,' she said, her voice was high, childlike and remote. 'He says that anyone blessed with a body as good as mine has a duty to keep it in tip-top shape. He wouldn't enjoy me so much otherwise.' 'And what Kendric says and enjoys is important, is it?' Her eyes dosed. 'Yes. Very. They do things to me, you see, such wonderful things. If I can't please them in turn, they might stop. I couldn't stand that.' The passive sing-song lilt she used to recite her doctrine gave him a chill. He folded his espersense around her. Katerina's mind was strange; unruffled, as though she'd been popping tranquillizers. There was little mental activity, she was taking only the minimum notice of her surroundings; it was almost a hibernatory state. But there was no sign of any post-trauma withdrawal, nor any of the jagged rents of chemical-induced damage he had been expecting. Greg went deeper. Beneath the sluggish currents of her surface thoughts there was a treasured core of memory, a glowing centre of delicious anticipation and joy. But for all its bright glory, it was a contaminant, tainting every thought. 'What wonderful things?' he asked softly. Katerina's face became dreamy. 'They love me,' she said. 258 PETER F. HAMILTON 'How do they love you?' 'Sometimes gently. Sometimes so fiercely they make me cry. It doesn't matter which. It always ends wonderfully.' Greg felt his skin going slick with cold sweat. 'How long has this been going on, Katerina?' 'Ever since I caine here. Time doesn't really bother me now, I'm too happy. Adrian tried, of course, tried so hard, but it never came with him, not properly. I'm so lucky they took me away from him, I might never have known otherwise.' 'When did they take you away?' She looked out vacantly across the marina, her mind nearly losing the thread of thought. 'At the party, Uncle Horace's party, Bil Yi was there, that's what Julie promised. So I went. Only they were there too. He was funny and kind, it was exciting.' She turned back to look at Greg. An angel's face vandalized by tears. 'He's so strong. And I'm afraid.' Kendric di Girolamo slid open the cabin-lounge door and stepped on to the aft-deck. Hermione followed a pace behind. 'Mr Mandel,' he took Greg's hand in a limp grip. 'So nice of you to call. I trust Katerina has been entertaining you satisfactorily.' He was wearing a navy-blue blazer with bright brass buttons and a spotted silk handkerchief peeping out of his breast pocket, a dark green cravat filling the top of his open white shirt. White flannel trousers and dark blue sneakers completed the nautical image. Herinione bestowed a gracious smile. A musky breath of orchid perfume stole around Greg, caressing, starting off that certain tingle. The weeks hadn't dimmed the memory of her beauty. Skin deep, he warned himself, camouflage. She was dressed in a cerise off-the-shoulder gypsy top and blue knee-length skirt. He was reminded of a bird of prey waiting to pounce, mesmerically deadly. Katerina rose from the padded bench, bare feet slapping on the wooden deck as she came to stand close beside Kendric. 'I've done my routine,' she said, looking up adoringly at his face. 'All of it, everything you said.' Greg turned away from her desperate search for Kendric's approval. Studying the New Eastfleld skyline. MINDSTAR RISING 259 Kendric gently wiped her tears with his forefinger, an act which resulted in an almost electric jolt firing through Karen-na's mind. His touch was awakening her. An incredibly~ warped version of Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming. 'Well done, my dear. I shall attend you in a little while. I have to have a few words with this gentleman first.' The desolation on her face was heartwrenching. 'Come along, darling,' Hermione said. 'It's justsilly man's talk. We'll go and get you ready. You're all smelly after that exercise. A nice shower is just what you need.' She took Katerina's hand and led her back into the cabin. Katerina looked back at Kendric, eyes round, imploring. 'Hurry.' Kendric blew her a kiss. The door closed. Through the blackened glass Greg could just make out Katerina pulling off her mauve T-shirt. Hermione's arm slipped possessively round the girl's narrow waist, leading her deeper into the Mirnam. 'Such an exquisite young girl,' Kendric said, watching Greg's face with narrowed eyes. 'I have always admired your English roses. Mter one has broken through that cool reserve, their adventurousness knows no bounds.' There was a fragment of disappointment registering in his mind at Greg's refusal to show the slightest execration. 'I'm afraid I can't stop long, Mr di Girolamo,' Greg said. 'My friends would worry about what'd happened to me.' 'No,' Kendric said, his thoughts were steely. 'I'm sorry?' 'No. You're not staying at all, Mandel. Katerina let you on board. My mistake; you should not have been allowed within a million kilometres of the Mirnam.' 'But I was wondering if you could help me.' 'I enquired about you after our first encounter. I know what you are. A gland psychic. A Mindstar veteran. You were not going to ask me anything, you were going to uncover. Event Horizon's truthflnder general, sent to pry by your whore daughter mistress,' Greg held his dismay in check. 'Any answers you give 260 PETER F. HAMILTON would be entirely voluntary. I can't read people's thoughts.' 'So you claim, and other people fervently hope. Itis a particular human weakness you pry on, Mandel; we want, need, to believe we are secure against you. But I have a vast repository of confidential commercial information in my brain. I choose not to believe the word of a repulsive grotesquery, a failed laboratory experiment.' Greg let the neurohormones discharge into his brain, desperately searching round with his intuition. There was guilt here, a strong scent; Kendric and Julia were tied together, hating each other, feeding off each other. With a shock he knew she was as guilty as Kendric. Both of them wilfully stimulating the other's black obsession, a perverted symbiosis. He was jerked out of his meditative analysis by hands like a pair of vices clamping round his upper arms. The bodyguards were standing on either side of him. 'Mark, Toby, throw him off,' Kendric said. 'I'm going,' Greg told them. He sensed rather than saw Mark's smirk. 'Too right,' the bodyguard said. Greg contracted his espersense, neglecting the other minds arrayed around the Mirriam, focusing on Kendric alone. 'Wolf,' he shouted. There was no reaction. No guilt, fright, consternation, panic. The name hadn't registered. Instead, a band of mild puzzlement tapered through Kendric's mind. It was followed by a rising tide of wry satisfaction when he realized how shaken Greg was by the negative. Toby and Mark frogmarched him off the aft-deck and down the side of the superstructure, Kendric's laughter chasing him all the way. He was dropped abruptly at the top of the gangplank, stumbling. Something with the force of a runaway train slammed into his backside. He tried to curl up into the trusty old paratroop landing crouch, but it didn't seem to work very well. He saw a fast, confusing snapshot sequence of yachts and water and sky at impossible angles, each black interstice punctuated by a new burst of pain that mercifully shut off almost as soon as it registered, leaving a patch of numbness. MINOSTAR RISING 261

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