‘OK. Want to tell me how?’
She got herself back together, looked at me. ‘Coded signal. I set it up while you and Jan were out casing Mandrake. Told them to wait on my signal, then placed a call from my room in the tower when I was sure we were definitely going to Dangrek.’ A smile crossed her face, but her voice could have been a machine’s. ‘I ordered underwear. From a catalogue. Locational code in the numbers. Basic stuff.’
I nodded. ‘Were you always a Kempist?’
She shifted impatiently. ‘I’m not from here, Kovacs. I don’t have any political, I don’t have any right to a political stance here.’ She shot me an angry look. ‘But for Christ’s sake, Kovacs. It’s their fucking planet, isn’t it?’
‘That sounds pretty much like a political stance to me.’
‘Yeah, must be really nice not to have any beliefs.’ She smoked some more, and I saw that her hand was trembling slightly. ‘I envy you your smug sanctimonious fucking detachment.’
‘Well, it’s not hard to come by, Tanya.’ I tried to curb the defensiveness in my voice. ‘Try working local military adviser to Joshua Kemp while Indigo City comes apart in civil riots around you. Remember those cuddly little inhib systems Carrera unloaded on us? First time I saw those in use on Sanction IV? Kemp’s guardsmen were using them on protesting artefact merchants in Indigo City, a year before the war kicked in. Maxed up, continuous discharge. No mercy for the exploitative classes. You get pretty detached after the first few street cleanups.’
‘So you changed sides.’ It was the same scorn I’d heard in her voice that night in the bar, the night she drove Schneider away.
‘Well, not immediately. I thought about assassinating Kemp for a while, but it didn’t seem worth it. Some family member would have stepped in, some fucking cadre. And by then, the war was looking pretty inevitable anyway. And like Quell says, these things need to run their hormonal course.’
‘Is that how you survive it?’ she whispered.
‘Tanya. I have been trying to leave ever since.’
‘I,’ she shuddered. ‘I’ve watched you, Kovacs. I watched you in Landfall, in that firefight at the promoter’s offices, in the Mandrake Tower, the beach at Dangrek with your own men. I, I envied you what you have. How you live with yourself.’
I took brief refuge in my whisky coffee. She didn’t seem to notice.
‘I can’t.’ A helpless, fending gesture. ‘I can’t get them out of my head. Dhasanapongsakul, Aribowo, the rest of them. Most of them, I didn’t even see die, but they. Keep.’ She swallowed hard. ‘How did you know?’
‘You want to give me a cigarette now?’
She handed over the pack, wordlessly. I busied myself with lighting and inhaling, to no noticeable benefit. My system was so bombed on damage and Roespinoedji’s drugs, I would have been amazed if there had been. It was the thin comfort of habit, not much more.
‘Envoy intuition doesn’t work like that,’ I said slowly. ‘Like I said, I knew something was wrong. I just didn’t want to take it on board. You uh, you make a good impression, Tanya Wardani. At some level, I didn’t want to believe it was you. Even when you sabotaged the hold—’
She started. ‘Vongsavath said—’
‘Yeah, I know. She still thinks it was Schneider. I haven’t told her any different. I was pretty much convinced it was Schneider myself after he ran out on us. Like I said, I didn’t want to think it might be you. When the Schneider angle showed up, I went after it like a heatseeker. There was a moment in the docking bay when I worked him out. You know what I felt? I was relieved. I had my solution and I didn’t have to think about who else might be involved any more. So much for detachment, huh.’
She said nothing.
‘But there were a whole stack of reasons why Schneider couldn’t be the whole story. And the Envoy conditioning just went on racking them up ’til there was too much to ignore any more.’
‘Such as?’
‘Such as this.’ I reached into a pocket and shook out a portable datastack. The membrane settled on the table and motes of light evolved in the projected datacoil. ‘Clean that space off for me.’
She looked at me curiously, then leaned forward and lobbed the display motes up to the top left-hand corner of the coil. The gesture echoed back in my head, the hours of watching her work in the screens of her own monitors. I nodded and smiled.
‘Interesting habit. Most of us flatten down to the surface. More final, more satisfying I guess. But you’re different. You tidy upward.’
‘Wycinski. It’s his.’
‘That where you picked it up?’
‘I don’t know.’ She shrugged. ‘Probably.’
‘You’re not Wycinski, are you?’
It startled a short laugh out of her. ‘No, I’m not. I worked with him at Bradbury, and on Nkrumah’s Land, but I’m half his age. Why would you think something like that?’
‘Nothing. Just crossed my mind. You know, that cybersex virtuality. There was a lot of male tendency in what you did to yourself. Just wondered, you know. Who’d know better how to live up to male fantasy than a man?’
She smiled at me. ‘Wrong, Takeshi. Wrong way round. Who’d know better how to live up to male fantasy than a woman.’
For just a moment, something warm sparked between us, already fading as it came into being. Her smile washed away.
‘So you were saying?’
I pointed at the datacoil. ‘That’s the pattern you leave after shutdown. That’s the pattern you left in the cabin datacoil on board the trawler. Presumably after you slammed the gate on Dhasanapongsakul and his colleagues, after you took out the two on the trawler and dumped them in the nets. I saw it the morning after the party. Didn’t notice at the time, but like I said that’s Envoys for you. Just go on acquiring little scraps of data until it means something.’
She was staring intently at the datacoil, but I still spotted the tremor go through her when I said Dhasanapongsakul’s name.
‘There were other scraps, once I started to look. The corrosion grenades in the hold. Sure, it took Schneider to shut down the onboard monitors on the Nagini, but you were fucking him. Old flame, in fact. I don’t suppose you had any harder time talking him into it than you did in getting me down to the rec deck at Mandrake. It didn’t fit at first, because you were pushing so hard to get the claim buoy aboard. Why go to the trouble of trying to put the buoys out of commission in the first place, then work so hard to get the remaining one placed.’
She nodded jerkily. Most of her was still dealing with Dhasanapongsakul. I was talking into a vacuum.
‘Didn’t make sense, that is, until I thought about what else had been put out of commission. Not the buoys. The ID&A sets. You trashed them all. Because that way no one was going to be able to put Dhasanapongsakul and the rest into virtual and find out what had happened to them. Of course, eventually we’d get them back to Landfall and find out. But then. You didn’t plan for us to make it back, did you?’
That got her back to me. A haggard stare across wreathed smoke.
‘You know when I worked most of this out?’ I sucked in my own smoke hard. ‘On the swim back to the gate. See, I was pretty much convinced it’d be closed by the time I got there. Wasn’t quite sure why I thought that at first, but it sort of fell into place. They’d gone through the gate, and the gate had closed on them. Why would that happen, and how did poor old Dhasanapongsakul end up on the wrong side wearing a T-shirt. Then I remembered the waterfall.’
She blinked.
‘The waterfall?’
‘Yeah, any normal human being, post-coital, would have shoved me in the back into that pool and then laughed. We both would have. Instead, you started crying.’ I examined the end of my cigarette as if it interested me. ‘You stood at the gate with Dhasanapongsakul, and you pushed him through. And then you slammed it shut. It doesn’t take two hours to shut that gate, does it, Tanya?’