“Thanks, Maria. Can you call a cab for me, please,” Dar asked, crisply.
”Si,” the secretary sounded puzzled.
”Thanks.” Dar hit the button. ”What is it, Mark.”
”Northeastern backbone’s down,” the MIS chief stated. ”They can’t locate the problem.”
Dar drew in a breath. ”Find someone else to deal with it, Mark. It’s not my problem anymore,” she replied evenly. ”Give ‘em about an hour to choose someone to replace me.”
Silence for almost thirty whole seconds. ”Fuck,” Mark finally 122
Melissa Good
replied, then hung up.
Dar shouldered her briefcase and glanced around. ”Well, I’m going home,” she stated flatly. ”Have fun.” She limped over to the door and opened it, then went through. Maria was standing near her desk, her face rumpled in concern. ”Maria...”
The Cuban woman came around the desk and approached her.
”You are leaving? For good?” she asked, visibly upset.
”’Fraid so,” Dar replied gently. ”Thank you, for everything, Maria.
You’re a good person, and I appreciate all you did.”
Maria wrung her hands, then she stepped forward and gave Dar a hug. ”God bless you, Dar. This place doesn’t deserve you.” She glared at José, who was just coming out of Dar’s former office. ”And you are a piece of caca. I hope God strikes you outside with a bus.” She went to her desk and picked up her purse, then walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Dar quietly followed, moving down the silent corridor towards the elevator, which slid open as she approached. She got in and turned, leaning against the back wall as the doors closed and it started to move.
KERRY GOT BACK to her office and sat down, staring at her desk for a long time without moving. ”I can’t believe she did that,” she finally muttered. ”I can’t believe she did it without even talking to me about it, like I was some kind of kid that needed protection or something.” She stood and began pacing back and forth.
”I can’t let her do that.”
Pace, pace, pace.
”I know she thinks she’s doing it for the right reasons,” Kerry sighed. ”I know she wants to protect me from all that legal crap, but what she doesn’t realize is that I’m a lot more politically savvy than she thinks I am. She forgets who my father is.”
Green eyes regarded the window. ”Right, so what in the hell am I going to do?” She drummed her fingers on her desk. ”The first thing I need is an ally.” She regarded the phone, and then dialed a number. It rang several times, then went into voice mail. ”Damn it, Mark. Where are you?”
She was answered in a very unexpected way when her door opened and Polenti slipped in, an angry look on his face. ”Oh, you heard.”
”What the hell is going on?” Mark asked, putting his hands on his hips. ”Did she just quit?”
Kerry sat on her desk. ”It’s complicated, but essentially, yes, she did.” She crossed her arms. ”The question is what are we going to do about it?”
”Hold on, can we start with why?” Mark held up a hand. ”Not that I’m not with you in doing something, but I’d kinda like to know what book I’m reading, much less what page we’re on.”
Hurricane Watch
123
Kerry pursed her lips. ”Bottom line? She did it because Steven Fabricini was going to make big trouble for me and she traded that for her job.”
Mark looked at her curiously.
”I know, but I’m not going to let her get away with it,” Kerry acknowledged. ”So, first off, how much trouble can you cause him?”
Mark sat down and put his hands between his knees. ”Trouble?
Well, I can boot him off the network, or reroute his mapping so he can’t find his files.”
Kerry leaned forward and caught his gaze. ”No, Mark, not that kind of trouble. The real kind.” Her green eyes glinted.” The kind I know you’re really good at.”
He cleared his throat, blinking at her in surprise. ”I didn’t think you— Well, okay, I can cause him a lot of trouble, why?”
Kerry smiled. ”I would like you to cause him as much trouble as you humanly can, okay?” She ticked off points on her fingers. ”I’m talking credit cards, taxes, driver’s license, legal, utilities, everything.”
Mark’s jaw dropped. ”You’re serious.”
She nodded. ”Damn right I’m serious.”
”Wow.” He rubbed his nose. ”You’re nasty.” He glanced up with a rakish grin. ”I like that.” He got up. ”What are you going to do?”
Kerry’s face hardened and her eyes went cool and calculating “I’m going to start by finding out if this company’s worth working for or not,” she told him, as she circled her desk and looked something up on her screen. ”Let’s see, where was, oh, okay...yeah, there it is.” She dialed a number on the phone, which was answered on two rings. ”Yes, this is Kerry Stuart in Miami Ops. I need to speak with Alastair McLean, please.” She paused. ”It’s urgent.” She put the call on mute.
”Start with turning off his electricity, Mark. I like the idea of him walking into sentient mildew.”
Mark grinned. ”Yes, ma’am.” He trotted out the door, closing it behind him.
Kerry nodded at the door grimly. ”Mess with me, will you? You pitiful little excuse for half baked dog poo.”
”Excuse me?” a male voice asked from the phone. ”Didn’t quite catch that—is this Ms. Stuart?”
”Sorry, I was talking to someone else.” Kerry bit off an embarrassed grin. ”Yes, it is, Mr. McLean. I think we need to talk.”
“Well, ah, sure.” Alastair sounded somewhat uncertain. “This wouldn’t be about the email I just got, would it?”
“Probably.” Kerry leaned her elbows on her desk, fighting to get her head into a political space she never really liked being in. “Listen, Mr. McLean.”
“Alastair, please,” the voice on the other end interrupted. “Anyone Dar thinks so highly of deserves that, at the least.”
Kerry was caught by surprise at that. “Thanks,” she murmured.
124
Melissa Good
“Are you really going to let this happen?” she asked. “I know Dar has a lot of respect for you, and that sure must be based on something.”
Alastair cleared his throat. “Nice riposte,” he said. “Tell me why, no, tell me what happened, Ms. Stuart. All I have is some rather rambling telephone messages, and Dar’s note. I’m a bit at sea, so to speak.”
“No one told you about this weekend?”
“Not in so many words, no.” Alastair responded a touch apologetically. “I understood it went badly. I heard there were some problems, but I thought...”
“Where do I start?” Kerry sighed. “And please, call me Kerry,” she added. “Let me tell you what it’s been like here.”
“Since this morning?”
“Since I started.”
“Ah.” Alastair sighed. “Hold on, let me sit down then. I’ve got a feeling we’ll be a while.”
A LONE SEAGULL circled over the beach, riding the warm air drafts. The soft hush and whisper of the waves was the only sound that came to Dar’s ears, as she sat quietly on the porch with her knee elevated on the nearby chair. Her head was resting against the glass as she gazed, eyes half lidded at the gull.
On the table, a half finished bottle of sweet wine rested with a glass next to it. Dar lifted an arm and filled the glass again, then took a sip, rolling it around in her mouth before she swallowed it. Chino was sleeping on the tile near her feet, the puppy exhausted from her delighted antics at Dar’s unexpected arrival.
The phone had rung several times inside, but Dar had decided to ignore it, preferring instead to gaze across the horizon and evaluate her options.