City of Night

recollection of how he had gotten there or of what he had been doing.
    Consequently, he tried to work most of the time, cleaning again what he had cleaned only an hour ago, to help the time pass.
    This evening, as he mopped the floor around his maker’s desk, the dark screen of the computer suddenly brightened. The face of Annunciata appeared.
    “Mr. Helios, Helios, I have been asked by Werner to tell you that he is in Randal Six’s room and that he is exploding, exploding.”
    Lester glanced at the face on the screen. He didn’t know what to say, so he continued mopping.
    “Mr. Helios, sir, Werner wishes to stress the urgency, urgency, urgency of the situation.”
    This sounded bad, but it was none of Lester’s business.
    “Mr. Helios, an Alpha has made an urgent, urgent, urgent request for a meeting with you.”
    Growing nervous, Lester said, “Mr. Helios isn’t here.”
    “Mr. Helios. I have become aware that Werner, that Werner, that Werner has been trapped in Isolation Room Number Two.”
    “You’ll have to call back later,” said Lester.
    “Instructions?” Annunciata asked.
    “What?”
    “May I have instructions, sir?”
    “I’m just Lester,” he told her. “I don’t give instructions, I take them.”
    “Coffee has been spilled in the main lab.”
    Lester looked around worriedly. “Where? I don’t see any coffee.”
    “Coffee exploding, exploding in the main lab.”
    The machines were humming and burbling as always. Colorful gases and liquids were bubbling and glowing in glass spheres, in tubes, as always they bubbled and glowed. Nothing was exploding.
    “Annunciata,” said Annunciata sternly, “let’s see if you can get anything right.”
    “Nothing’s exploding,” Lester assured her.
    Annunciata said, “Werner is coffee in Isolation Room Number Two. Analyze your systems, Annunciata, analyze, analyze.”
    “I don’t follow you at all,” Lester told her. “You’re making me nervous.”
    “Good morning, Mr. Helios. Helios.”
    “I’m going to clean over at the other end of the lab,” Lester declared.
    “Werner is trapped, trapped, trapped. Analyze. See if you can get anything right.”
     
     
     

Chapter 76
     
    Carson pulled Vicky’s Honda to the curb in front of Michael’s apartment building. She did not engage the parking brake or turn off the engine.
    They sat staring at the place for a minute. A bland structure, slabs on slabs of apartments, it didn’t look menacing. It was a big, dumb, happy kind of building where nobody would be stalked and killed by relentless meat machines.
    “What’s that thing they say about going home again?” Michael asked.
    “You can’t.”
    “Yeah. That’s it. You can’t go home again.”
    “Thomas Wolfe,” she said.
    “Whoever. I’m definitely getting a you-can’t-go-home-again vibe.”
    “Me too.”
    “I’m glad I put on my new white shoes this morning. I’d have felt bad about never having worn them.”
    “They’re cool shoes,” Carson said as she pulled away from the curb. “You’ve always got the right look.”
    “Do I?”
    “Always.”
    “That’s nice. That’s a nice thing to say. I’m sorry about earlier, when I said you were going female on me.”
    “Water under the bridge.”
    “You hungry?”
    “That Red Bull gave me an appetite.”
    “I’ve got a what-would-you-like-for-dinner-before-we-strap-you-down-in-the-electric-chair kind of appetite. I want to eat everything before the switch is pulled. I’m starved.”
    “Want to get po-boys?”
    “That’s a start.”
    They rode for a longer while in silence than was customary for them, at least than was customary for Michael, and then she said, “You know that plan we had—shooting our way into Helios’s mansion, taking him out?”
    “I’ve been revisiting that bit of strategy myself.”
    “It took two of us to kill that guy in Arnie’s room, and it was a close thing. And then that pair at the house—”
    “Fred and Ginger.”
    “They did sort of look like dancers, didn’t they? Okay, Fred and Ginger. I’m not sure we could have held them off if Deucalion hadn’t shown up.”
    “Everybody on staff at the mansion is going to be as hard to take down as those two.”
    After another silence, Michael said, “Maybe we should drive up to Shreveport to visit Aunt Leelee.”
    “Deucalion will have some idea when we meet at the Luxe.”
    “He hasn’t called back. He doesn’t leave his phone on, and then he forgets to check his voice