Procession of the dead tct-2 Page 17

  "None that I could find. Except, like us, they've got short histories and don't seem to have a past. Plenty of information about their recent lives but nothing about their childhoods or families. The older ones-like Shankar and some guy called Paucar Wami-have long histories, going back decades, but not a word on where they came from or how they-"

  "Paucar Wami's on the list?" I asked sharply.

  "You know him?"

  "I'm beginning to feel like I do. Find out anything about him?"

  "Not much. Most of his files are coded. The bits that weren't made me hesitant to learn more. He was The Cardinal's main assassin in the early days, the man for the big jobs. But he's not around anymore. He's off somewhere else, touring the world."

  "No," I said. "He's back."

  "You're sure?"

  "Yes. Wami's back, and Adrian and Y Tse have vanished." I moved away from her and considered her story. "You know, I'm not sure I believe you."

  She bristled but managed to check her temper. "What makes you think I'm lying?" she asked coldly.

  "People don't break into Party Central. It's a fortress. Cameras on every floor and flight of stairs. Sensors everywhere. They know when a fly flaps its wings. A crack squad of army vets would have a tough time getting past first base. An amateur like you couldn't simply waltz in like you claim."

  "I thought that too," she said. "But maybe The Cardinal's too sure of himself. Maybe he's too busy anticipating a full frontal assault to bother with a tiny gap in the back."

  "I don't buy it."

  "Well, maybe those other two-the one in the uniform and his friend upstairs-have access to the systems. Maybe they've turned them off. It could be I've stumbled onto some huge conspiracy, a plot to wipe out The Cardinal."

  "A rogue Troop and a blind man?" I was skeptical. "If they have that much power, what do they need you for? If they wanted to destroy The Cardinal by releasing hidden files, they could do it themselves. This doesn't make sense."

  "Nevertheless, I'm here. I did it." Her eyes were defiant.

  "Have you got a copy of the Ayuamarca file?" I asked.

  "No."

  "Why not?"

  "There weren't many unlined names. I memorized them. Remember, I only went there to find out about myself. I never thought I'd be sharing this with anybody."

  "I want to see it," I told her. "I have to come and check this out myself."

  "You're sure? If you get caught up there, The Cardinal won't like it."

  "I'll chance it."

  "Very well. But you can't come the way I do-you won't fit through the gap in the gate. Can you meet me inside? Tomorrow night, about ten?"

  "Why not tonight?" I asked.

  "I have to go to a party with Cafran. It's for one of his brothers. I'm hoping I'll find out a bit about my past-maybe one of his brothers knows something and will let it slip. I doubt it, but I have to check. Besides, I want to give you time to think this through and do some research of your own. Search the files. Check that I'm telling the truth. I don't want you going into this with divided loyalties. Did you bring a weapon today?"

  I nodded slowly and flashed my knife. She laughed and produced a gun. "Just as well for you this ended amicably," she joked. "You had to come armed-you didn't know me or the sky above me. But there's no room for suspicion from here on. If you come to Party Central with me, you're in for keeps. If you're serious about seeing this through, you'll have to cross The Cardinal. You can't play both sides off against each other. It's your future or your past, your career or the truth."

  "I know." I kicked the loose pebbles around us. "I didn't before. Ithought I'd listen, kill you and it'd be over. But I can't do that. The need to know is too strong, even stronger than the need to succeed. Idon't want to betray The Cardinal-I'm still hoping I won't have to-but if I've got to choose between loyalty and peace of mind…

  "I'm with you," I said.

  And that was that. On the word of a woman I barely knew, I'd pitted myself against the most powerful creature in the city. It was crazy, illogical, suicidal. But I had no choice. The need to know who I was outweighed all my dreams, ambitions and plans. If I lost everything in my hunt for the truth, so be it.

  We hung around the docks a while and tried discussing other stuff, but we kept coming back to The Cardinal and our missing pasts. I told Ama about the woman and the glimpses I sometimes caught of a world I couldn't remember. It was more than she could do. For her the past was a complete blank.

  I thought I'd grow to love Ama Situwa. I didn't know why, or what attracted me to her so passionately, but I felt we were meant for each other.

  "We might be old sweethearts," I said as we wandered through one of the empty warehouses. "We might have known each other in the past. Maybe that's why we… on the stairs…"

  "Perhaps." She kicked a hole in a rotten plank and smiled.

  "I wonder if the other Ayuamarcans have memory gaps?"

  "I think they probably have," she said.

  "Where could we have come from?" I frowned. "Employees, brainwashed to do The Cardinal's bidding?"

  "Brainwashing's not real," she scoffed. "You can maybe alter people's minds a bit, but not to this extent."

  "Science can do anything these days," I disagreed. "For all we know, we might have volunteered. Maybe the others-the ones with the lines through their names-aren't dead. Maybe they just regained their old memories and were withdrawn from the program."

  "Sounds flaky, Raimi."

  "How else do you explain it?"

  "Maybe The Cardinal scours hospitals for amnesiacs," she said. "Buys or steals them, feeds them false identities and…" I raised an eyebrow. "It's as likely as your theory," she sniffed.

  "We're probably way off base," I said. "The rest probably have perfect memories and we're just two screwups who came together by chance."

  "You believe that?" she asked.

  "I don't believe anything anymore," I told her.

  We parted eventually, reluctantly, having said nothing about our feelings for each other or any future we might have together. There was no time. Not until this Ayuamarca business was out of the way. How could we think about a relationship when we didn't even know if our names were real?

  We agreed to meet on the nineteenth floor of Party Central at ten the next night if we were both still alive. We kissed once and parted, no heroic or amorous last words. Ama returned to Cafran Reed on her scooter and I went back to the less fatherly Nathanael Mead. He was reading a paper when I arrived. He glanced up when the door opened, folded the paper and started the engine.

  "A productive meeting?" he asked when we were on the road back to civilization.

  "It was… different," I said.

  "He's a dangerous man, The Cardinal," Mead said. "You wanna watch yourself. He'll chew you up if you don't."

  "How come you know so much?" I asked.

  "I'm a cabbie. Been one all my working life. You hear things. See things. If you want to. Most don't-they turn a blind eye and mind their own business. I'm not like that. I like to keep in touch."

  "Speaking of blind eyes," I said. "You know anything about a gang of blind, religious nuts? They dress in robes and-"

  "-Come out whenever there's a fog," he said, nodding. "Sure. I don't know much about them, except they've been around as long as I can remember."

  "Have they got anything to do with The Cardinal?"

  "No idea," he said.

  When we returned to the heart of the metropolis I told him to stop. I paid the fare and gave him a hearty tip for his trouble.

  "Not bad," he whistled appreciatively.

  "If I ever need you again, can I call?"

  "Sure." He gave me a grubby card. "My cell." He paused. "You're OK, Raimi. You need me, call. I'll come get you wherever you are."

  "Thanks."

  I waited around a while, then hailed another cab, directed the driver to Party Central, and gave him a tip up front to break a few speeding regulations. I had investigations to make.<
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  I stayed through the night. Secretaries and temps came and went in shifts but I remained, hooked to one terminal or another, eyes glued to screens or pages, fingers flicking over keys or through books, searching, absorbing, analyzing. The files were as detailed as Ama had claimed. Everything I'd done since coming to the city was listed. Bills, receipts, inventories. Transcripts of conversations with clients, friends and associates. Even the tennis scores from my day at the courts. The Cardinal must have spent a fortune compiling this.

  But not a word about my past. I used the computers to cross-reference my name with everything they could muster, but it was like I'd asked them to find a ghost. As far as the records were concerned, before I'd come to this city I hadn't existed. In the face of such a lack of evidence, I could almost believe that I'd blinked into existence that day. Except I had memories. They were vague and I couldn't get a proper fix on them, but they were there. The face of the woman. My familiarity with old movies, songs and books that I liked.

  It had to be amnesia. The Cardinal must have found me in a hospital as Ama had suggested, mind frayed, a wreck. He brought me here to serve one of his obscure purposes, fed me a false identity and set me loose. It was like something out of a sci-fi flick but I could buy it. Just about.

  But what about Theo, Cafran Reed and Sonja Arne? They weren't amnesiacs. Maybe it was a big pretense but Theo had acted as if he truly thought I was his nephew. Cafran had studied Ama with a father's loving eyes. Sonja had doted on Adrian before she denied all knowledge of him. Easy to think they'd been bought, that they were playing The Cardinal's game, but I didn't think it was that simple. If I was any judge of character, they really believed that we were their relations.

  I looked up Theo's files. He had two sisters, neither living in the city. I called both, my throat dry, not a hundred percent neither of them was my mother. I told them I was an old friend of Theo's, that I'd been away a long time and had just learned of his death. They were glad to talk about him. Neither recognized my voice. I probed gently, throwing innocent questions their way. One was divorced and childless, the other had six children, the eldest a mere seventeen years old. I thanked them for their time, promised to drop in if I was ever nearby, and severed my connections with my uncle once and for all. He wasn't my mother's brother. He'd probably never seen me before I arrived that dull and rainy day.

  I searched for Y Tse Lapotaire and Adrian Arne. I figured they had to crop up somewhere. But not a whiff. I went back further. As Inti Maimi, Y Tse had been The Cardinal's right-hand man. There had to be files on him. You couldn't go through a period of your life as the second most powerful man in the city without leaving some trace. Even if his files had been pulled, there had to be mention of him in the records, photos of him in the press, like Ford Tasso, Sonja Arne and every other major mover.

  Nothing.

  My last throw of the dice was a copy of the register from Shankar's. It was a huge, gold-bound book. Every guest was invited to sign it when leaving the restaurant. Most didn't-it was there primarily for the occasional high-ranking visitor. Y Tse and I had signed it a few weeks back. We'd been drinking a bit more than usual. In our drunken state it had suddenly become vitally important to sign the big book, leaving our mark for future generations. Y Tse went first, taking up three lines with his scrawl. I followed less flamboyantly. We laughed, slapped each other's backs and stumbled out.

  The copy in Party Central was updated a couple of times a week. They used a color photocopier so nothing was lost in the transfer. I flicked to the end and sought our names. There I was, Capac Raimi. And right above, three lines high- Samuel Griff.

  I cast my mind back. Samuel Griff was one of my customers. I'd sold him a policy after a meeting in Shankar's. We hadn't been there that particular day of course, since I remembered being there with Y Tse then. But I knew Griff would say we had been if I called andasked.

  It was hopeless. The Cardinal had covered every track. As far as history was concerned, Y Tse Lapotaire had never existed. Adrian Arne had never existed. Capac Raimi had, but not before coming to the city.

  I spotted the first rays of morning through the window blinds. I'd spent the entire night following trails that led nowhere. I rubbed my tired eyes and leaned back, yawning, stretching my arms until my fingers seemed to touch the ceiling. At least I now knew where I stood. No avenue remained, apart from the one I was going to explore that night with Ama. I stood to lose everything but it no longer mattered. I'd been robbed of a past and that was something I couldn't live with. I had to find out who I was. Whatever the cost.

  I logged out, switched off the light, called Thomas and told him to meet me at the bottom of the building. I headed back to the Skylight to grab a good day's sleep before the night raid. I'd need all my wits about me at ten.

  I was half dozing in the back of the car when Thomas suddenly broke the protocol and addressed me. "Sir, I believe we're being followed."

  "I don't think this is the first time," I said sourly, thinking about all those reports I'd read the night before. They couldn't have tracked me so easily if Thomas hadn't been helping them out.

  "True, sir," he replied, "but I was not informed of any tail today."

  "Where is it?" I asked, glancing into the mirror. The fog had cleared overnight and I had an uninterrupted view of the road.

  "The scooter, sir. You see?"

  I did, and knew immediately who it was. Ama had obviously decided it would be safer to keep an eye on me. I smiled and made up my mind to play her at her own game. I looked around. "That shopping mall," I said to Thomas. "Pull up and let me out. Head home after that. I can take care of this."

  "You're certain, sir?"

  "I'll be fine," I assured him. "I know who it is."

  The early morning air was refreshing. The streets were quiet, most of the shops yet to open. I called into a twenty-four-hour cafe and ordered a coffee, giving Ama time to park her bike. When I was ready, I strolled to the mall, which was just opening. I passed weary workers heading in for an early shift, a couple of guards watching the sports news on a store TV and several cleaners going about their work cheerfully, enjoying the calm before the crowds.

  I saw a stalled escalator and trotted up the steps. At the top, where I couldn't be seen, I broke into a sprint and scurried down a hall, looking for a niche. I wanted to spring out on Ama and give her a shock.

  I noticed a small, inoperative fountain. The base was dry and there was a narrow ledge that I could just about squeeze under. The only problem would be identifying Ama, but there was a decorative mirror hanging from wires nearby. I climbed into the fountain and eased myself under the ledge, then slid along until I had a good view of the hall in the mirror.

  She was a long time coming. I heard footsteps before I saw anything. They came cautiously, pausing every few seconds. She probably guessed I was on to her, but had come too far to turn back. Her feet came into view and I edged out a little. She moved further forward. Any second now, I'd be able to see her face and…

  My entire body went numb.

  It wasn't Ama.

  I squeezed back under the ledge, as quietly as I could. The steps came closer. I was sure I'd been spotted, that I was a dead man, but then my pursuer sat down on the ledge and whistled aimlessly. I glanced up at the mirror. He had his back to me but whenever he turned sideways I could see the snakes flashing. I remembered Johnny Grace and tried not to breathe.

  Finally, as the mall filled, he drummed his fingers on the ledge a few times, tutted and moved on. I stayed hemmed in and let several minutes pass before I slid out. I fumbled my cell from my pocket-my hands were shaking bad-and rang Ama. There was no answer for ten, eleven, twelve tones. My throat tightened and a heavy weight settled in my stomach. As I was about to hang up, somebody answered groggily. "Yes?" It was Cafran.

  "Could I speak to Ama, Mr. Reed?" I gasped.

  "Who?" My heart nearly stopped. "Who is this?" he snapped. "Do you know what time it
is?"

  "Is Ama there?" I shouted. "Ama Situwa. Is she-"

  In the background I heard a voice asking who was on the phone. Cafran placed his hand over the speaker to answer. Then, seconds later, Ama was on the line. "Capac, is that you?" She sounded sleepy.

  "Get out of there," I said levelly. "Don't pack, don't wash, don't say anything to Cafran. Just get dressed and leave."

  "What the-"

  "Paucar Wami's after me." She said nothing. "You know what that means?"

  "I have an idea," she muttered.

  "I gave him the slip, but maybe I'm not the only one he wants. Get out. Lose yourself in the city. We'll meet later."

  "Where? The docks?"

  "No. Call me on my…" I stopped, thinking for the first time that my cell might be tapped. "Hold on, I'll call you back in a minute." Ilooked for a public phone, called Ama from it and read out the number. "Call me at two o'clock. That'll give me time to get to the Skylight, freshen up and make plans."

  "Is it safe to go back there?" she asked.

  "He won't hit me in front of so many witnesses."

  "But-"

  "No more talk. Move. And Ama? Take your gun." I hung up and walked out, not looking around to see if he was waiting, doing nothing to appear conspicuous. I hailed a cab and returned to the Skylight.

  The air-conditioned room was bliss after the sticky cab. My limbs were heavy and my head was foggy. I'd been awake far too long. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water over my face and neck, which shocked a bit of life into me. I wanted to hit the sack but decided to go and say hello to Conchita first. I hadn't phoned the night before and didn't want her worrying about me.

  She was reclining on a couch, doctors and nurses nowhere in sight. She smiled when I entered, sat up and patted a space next to her own. The room had changed recently. She'd started removing the sheets and covers, exposing the walls and furniture. Her clothes had also changed and now her arms and legs were bare. She was no longer ashamed of her wrinkled old flesh.