Meerm Read online




  Meerm

  Contents

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

  9

  10

  11

  12

  13

  14

  15

  16

  17

  18

  19

  20

  21

  22

  1

  THE BRONX

  NOVEMBER 30

  Poor Meerm. Poor, poor Meerm. She ver sick sim. Meerm nev sick before. Not like be sick. Food come up sometime. And tummy hurt. Hurt-hurt-hurt. Bad tummy hurt all time.

  Meerm stand window, look out through metal bar. Wish she be outside sometime. Not now. Cold out now. Still—

  What that? Loud noise from downstair. Again! Loud noise again.Crack! Like giant plate break. Meerm go door, open just little and listen. Hear loud scare word by Needle Lady and Needle Man, hear new man voice shout more loud, hear sim voice, many voice cryee-ee-ee! Ver fraid, other sim.

  Meerm hear new man voice shout, “Where is she?” and hear ver fraid Needle Lady say, “Upstairs! We moved her upstairs!”

  Meerm ver fraid. Make belly hurt badder. Hear many loud feet come stair. Meerm want close sick room door but no good. Across hall see ladder up wall. Ladder up to little door. Meerm sure locked—all door here locked—but Meerm try. Must try. Too fraid stay sick room.

  Meerm jump cross hall, climb ladder, push little door. Move! Door move! Meerm so happy. Climb up roof. Cold-cold-cold. Close little door. Meerm listen. Hear new man voice shout. Ver, ver mad. Hear foot on ladder. Come roof! What Meerm do? Where go?

  There. Metal hole. Meerm can fit? Run and crawl in. Squeeze ver hard. Sink inside just as mans come roof. Meerm close eye, not breathe as mans run all round roof. Man look in metal hole but not see Meerm.

  Mans ver mad as leave roof. Meerm safe but still not move. Wait. Meerm will wait long long time. Wait until—

  What smell? Smoke! Smoke and hot come up vent. Meerm get out and stand on roof. Tar hot on foot. Smoke all round. Meerm ver ver scare. Run round roof, see fire evwhere. Look down. Flame all round, come out bar on all window. Meerm not want die. But roof ver hot. Tar melt under Meerm foot. What Meerm do?

  Meerm scream. No one hear. No one near.

  2

  MANHATTAN

  DECEMBER 1

  Patrick stood at his hotel window and gazed down at the top of Madison Square Garden and the giant Christmas snowman atop its entrance. The unrisen sun was just beginning to lighten the low clouds lidding the city. In a few hours the streets below would be packed with the weekly Saturday horde of Christmas shoppers.

  Patrick had been awake for hours. This had become a pattern every night since the poisoning of the sims. Fall asleep easily—with the help of a couple of stiff Scotches—and then find himself wide awake at 3:00A .M. or so with his mind sifting through the litterbox his life had become.

  All because of an argument in a country club men’s room. What if he hadn’t chosen that moment to go to the bathroom? What if he’d waited until after that second drink? Holmes Carter would have been long gone, and without Carter’s bad attitude, Patrick would have laughed off Tome’s request to unionize the club sims. If he’d done that, where would he be now?

  For one thing, he’d still have a law practice; he missed Maggie, even missed some of his clients. He’d also have a house instead of a fire-blackened foundation. And he might still have Pamela, although he wondered if that would be such a good thing. From his present perspective he could see that their relationship had been one more of mutual convenience than rooted in any deep regard.

  He probably wouldn’t have spent Thanksgiving alone, either. Ever since his folks retired to South Carolina, they’d always called and insisted he come down for Thanksgiving. Not this year. That was Dad’s doing, Patrick was sure.

  He’d known Dad had been upset with the whole idea of a sim union—he’d made that perfectly clear over the phone on more than one occasion—but Patrick hadn’t realized just how much until Thanksgiving came and went without an invitation.

  That had hurt. Even now, more than a week later, the wound still ached.

  So here he was: jobless, homeless, alone, and functionally orphaned. And aligned with a masked mystery man who’d invited him to join a nameless fifth column movement to bring down one of the world’s most powerful multinational corporations.

  “And I said yes,” he whispered, still not believing it.

  This is not me, he kept telling himself. This is somebody else. All I wanted out of life was stability and a good living. That was why I went into law. I am not a risk taker. I am not an adrenaline junkie. How did I come to this? And how do I get out of it?

  Easy. Just say no. Pack up and walk away.

  And do what? Labor relations? After what he’d been through, could he go back to sitting at a table and listening to union and management argue over the length of coffee breaks or who qualified for daycare? Not likely.

  And then there was Romy. Walking away from Zero meant walking away from her.

  So for the foreseeable future he’d stick this out and see where it took him.

  Hopefully it would soon take him out of this hotel. Zero had suggested he relocate himself and his practice to Manhattan. Romy had laughed off Patrick’s suggestion that he move in with her while he hunted for an office and an apartment. So for the time being, home was a room in the Hotel Pennsylvania. Finding space—whether living or office—wasn’t easy. The new boom had sent prices in Manhattan up to where the new space station was nearing completion.

  The jangle of the phone startled him. He stepped through the dark room to the night table, found the phone, and fumbled the receiver to his ear.

  Romy’s voice: “Am I interrupting something?”

  “Only my daily predawn reverie.”

  She gave him an address. “If you haven’t anything better to do, meet me there ASAP. I’ll wait for you.”

  Patrick sensed strain in her voice, but before he could ask for any details she hung up.

  Dutifully he pulled on yesterday’s clothes, grabbed a large container of coffee on his way through the lobby, and ventured into the early morning chill of Seventh Avenue in search of a taxi.

  The driver shot him a look when he read off the address. “You’re sure?”

  “I’m sure,” Patrick told him after double-checking.

  The driver shrugged—reluctantly, Patrick thought—and gunned the cab into the traffic.

  Patrick considered that look and thought, Romy, Romy, what are you getting me into now?

  3

  THE BRONX

  All too soon Patrick understood the driver’s reaction. The address was in the fabled borough of the Bronx. Not the nice Botanical Gardens Bronx, but the bad Bronx, the Bonfire of the Vanities /“Fort Apache” Bronx. This particular section embodied most people’s worst expectations: a wasteland of scattered buildings, some occupied, some abandoned, all battered, interspersed with vacant, garbage-strewn lots.

  “Christ, what happened here?” Patrick muttered as he stepped out of the cab.

  As soon as he closed the door behind him, his taxi chirped its tires and zoomed away. Patrick couldn’t blame him. At least there were lots of cops around. No need to ask why they were here: The charred, smoking ruin of what must have been a cousin to the neighboring derelict buildings was the obvious center of attention. No fire trucks in sight now, but a couple of red SUVs bearing fire department logos stood out among the cluster of blue-and-white units blocking the street.

  He glanced around and spotted Romy’s long black cleathre coat among the gaggle of onlookers standing outside the yellow police tape.

/>   “Not exactly my idea of a fun place to spend a Saturday morning,” he said as he reached her.

  “You’re here,” she said, but no smile lit her grim expression. “Good. We can get started.”

  “‘How are you, Patrick?’” he said. “‘Did you sleep well?’ Why, yes, Romy. Thank you for asking. And how was your night?”

  “Save it,” she said, lifting the tape and ducking under. “Follow me.”

  Patrick complied as she approached a burly, clipboard-wielding sergeant.

  “Excuse me, Sergeant,” she said, holding up a leather ID folder. “Romy Cadman, OPRR. Please fill me in on what you’ve found.”

  The sergeant swiveled his head and gave her a quick up and down with his pale blue eyes.

  “O-P-what?”

  “Office for the Protection of Research Risks. We’re federal. We monitor labs and test subjects, animal and human. Lieutenant Milancewich at Manhattan South notified me that this building might have housed an unlicensed lab and that sims could have been involved.”

  Patrick knew Romy had no authority to be here, but said nothing, just stood by and admired her moxie as she weathered the sergeant’s hostile stare.

  “He did, did he? Well, I ain’t heard of no OPRR and no Lieutenant Milancewich, and you’re one hell of a long way from Manhattan South. We can handle this just fine without no feds nosing into it.”

  “Of course you can,” Romy said. “OPRR has no investigative authority. We’re only offering help. We know labs. We can trace diagnostic equipment better and faster than anyone. We know lab animals. If sims were used as test subjects here, we can help you track them. Our interest is purely statistical: We’re keeping tally of illegal labs and what biologicals they produce.” She opened her cleathre coat to return her ID folder to an inner pocket, revealing in the process a tight, black, ribbed knit sweater and long legs slinking from a short black skirt. “We’re a resource, sergeant. Use us.”

  The sergeant’s eyes lingered on her coat as she tied it closed, then he stuck out his hand.

  “Andy Yarger.”

  Romy smiled and shook his hand. “Call me Romy.”

  Patrick resisted an impulse to close his eyes and shake his head. If that had been him popping up in front of Sergeant Yarger with an OPRR ID, he’d have been kicked back on the far side of the yellow tape before he’d spoken word one. But Romy had just reduced this Bronx-hardened cop to a lap dog.

  The weaker sex? Yeah, tell me about it.

  “And who’s this?” Yarger said, jutting his chin Patrick’s way.

  “That’s my assistant, Patrick.”

  Patrick smiled and nodded at the sergeant, thinking, That’s me, all right: faithful sidekick and gofer.

  Yarger narrowed his eyes. “Ain’t I seen you before?”

  “About the lab equipment?” Romy prompted.

  “Your lieutenant friend was right. We found bits and pieces of all sorts of lab equipment in the wreckage. Some of it’s been identified as—lemme see.” He consulted his clipboard. “Here we go: hematology machines, blood chemistry analyzers, immu…immuno…”

  Romy was nodding. “I get the picture. Who identified the equipment?”

  “Couple of M-E’s boys.”

  “M-E?” Patrick said when he saw Romy’s stricken look. “Sims were killed?”

  “We should be so lucky. Nah. Just one very dead, very crisp human corpse. Male, age unknown.”

  Patrick stared at the burned-out ruins and couldn’t help grimacing. They reminded him of what remained of his house, and how “crisp” he could have been.

  “What a way to go.”

  “Wasn’t the fire that got him. A bullet saved him from that.”

  “Really?” Patrick said. “You’re sure?”

  Yarger gave him a steely look.

  “What he means,” Romy added quickly, “is how can you tell if he was, as you say, ‘very crisp’?”

  The sergeant poked an index finger against the center of his forehead. “Ain’t never seen no fire burn a little hole here and blow off the back of a skull, know what I’m saying?”

  “I hear you,” Romy said. “But no, er, ‘crisp’ sims?”

  “Not yet anyways. Don’t expect to find none either.”

  “But Lieutenant Milancewich mentioned sims.”

  “Right. We have a witness who saw armed men herding a bunch of sims and some humans into a couple of vans just before the place lit up.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what sort of incendiary devices they used, but they musta been beauts. Place went up like it was made of paper.”

  “But therecould be dead sims in there,” Romy persisted.

  Yarger crooked a finger and started moving away. “C’mere. I’ll show you why there won’t be.”

  Patrick and Romy followed him to a taped-off area near the corner. Yarger stopped and pointed to the sidewalk.

  “That’s why.”

  Red spray-painted letters spread across the pavement.

  FREE THE SIMS!

  DEATH TO SIM OPPRESSORS!

  SLA

  “SLA?” Patrick said with a glance at Romy.

  Her face was troubled when she met his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking,” she whispered. “But no. Impossible. He’d never.”

  “The Symbionese Liberation Army?” Patrick raised his voice to cover hers. “Didn’t they kidnap Patty Hearst?”

  “Different group,” Yarger said. “These assholes are the ‘Sim Liberation Army.’ Don’t that beat all.”

  “How do you know?” Romy said.

  “That’s what they called themselves in the note they left.”

  “What else did it say?”

  “Buncha sim-hugger garbage. The usual stuff. You know the rap.”

  “May I see it?”

  Yarger gave Romy a you-gotta-be-kidding look. “Forensics got it.” He turned as someone called his name. “Yeah. Be right there.” Then back to Romy. “Look, you wanna leave me your card, we’ll call you if we think we need help. But don’t wait up for it. And for the time being, stay on the other side of the tape, okay?”

  Patrick expected Romy to press him further, but she simply nodded. Patrick lifted the tape for her and she ducked under. She pulled out a compact camera and began snapping pictures.

  “For your scrapbook?”

  “For Zero. He’ll want to see.”

  “Speaking of Zero,” he said, leaning close and whispering. “Did you call him about this?

  “You don’t call Zero. You leave a message.”

  “Could he be behind this?”

  She lowered her camera. Her look was fierce. “I told you—”

  “Does he consult you on everything he does? Of course not. So how do you know?”

  She started snapping pictures again. “I just do. He lets me take care of the brothels and places like this. That’s my job.”

  “Well just what sort of place is it—or I guess I should say,was it?”

  “A globulin farm.”

  “A what?”

  “I thought I explained that when—wait. Did you see that Asian man?”

  “No. Where?”

  “He was in that knot of people over there. I just pointed the camera in his direction and he ducked away. Where did he go?”

  She rose on tiptoe to scan the area, then quickly ducked back.

  “Oh, hell!” She spun, turning her back to Patrick as she started moving toward the corner. “Don’t look around, just follow me.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it. I don’t want to—”

  “Well, well!” said a man’s voice behind him. “If it isn’t Ms. Romy Cadman of OPRR. Fancy meeting you here.”

  “Shit!” Romy hissed; it sounded more like escaping steam than a word.

  As she turned, so did Patrick. He saw a swarthy, broad-shouldered man in a gray overcoat swaggering toward them. Patrick took an instant dislike to his smug expression. But his cold, dark eyes were his most arresting feature. Patrick felt like a mouse be
ing scrutinized by a rattlesnake. But then the man’s gaze flicked away. Patrick had been demoted from lunch to background scenery.

  “Mr. Portero,” Romy said in a deep-freeze voice. “What a surprise.”

  “I don’t see why it should be. Sims were reported on the scene, and SimGen has a vital interest in the welfare of all sims.”

  “Sure it does,” Romy said, drawing out the first word. “But to send its chief of security?”

  “‘Free the sims’ is not a phrase SimGen takes lightly, especially when it involves murder. I decided to look into this myself.”

  “You should introduce yourself to that sergeant over there,” Romy said. “His name’s Yarger and he’s anxious for all the help he can get.”

  “I’m sure he is.” Portero jerked a thumb toward the smoking ruin. “What do you think? Globulin farm?”

  “That’s my guess.”

  Patrick remembered now. “That’s where they infect sims with viruses and such and then drain off and sell their immune globulins, right?”

  The man turned his glittering stare on Patrick. “And you are…?

  “This is a friend,” Romy said. “Patrick Sullivan. Patrick, meet Mr. Portero, security chief at SimGen.”

  “Oh, yes,” Portero said. “I believe I’ve heard of you. Some sort of lawyer, right?”

  Patrick noticed that Portero had clasped his hands behind his back as he spoke. A handshake seemed out of the question.

  “Some sort, yes,” Patrick said. “But about this globulin farm…?”

  “A small operation from what I can gather,” Portero said.

  Patrick glanced at the blackened ruins. “Not any kind of operation now.”

  “Thanks to this so-called SLA,” Portero said. He stared at Romy. “Ever hear of them, Romy?”

  Patrick felt his insides clench at the sound of her first name on Portero’s lizard lips, but said nothing.

  Romy regarded him coolly. “Not till this morning.”

  “I don’t understand their methods,” Portero said, rubbing his jaw as he looked around. “I can see them making off with the sims, to free them later. But why fire the building? What if they’d missed a few sims in their raid? They’d have been cooked just like that corpse.” He turned to Romy. “Did your sergeant friend mention finding any sim bodies?”

 
    Crisscross Read onlineCrisscrossGround Zero Read onlineGround ZeroShort Stories Read onlineShort StoriesThe Select Read onlineThe SelectCodename Read onlineCodenameBloodline Read onlineBloodlineA Soft Barren Aftershock Read onlineA Soft Barren AftershockThe Tomb Read onlineThe TombThe Complete LaNague Read onlineThe Complete LaNagueThe Tery Read onlineThe TeryDark City Read onlineDark CityDeep as the Marrow Read onlineDeep as the MarrowThe Fifth Harmonic Read onlineThe Fifth HarmonicConspiracies Read onlineConspiraciesFear City Read onlineFear CityWheels Within Wheels Read onlineWheels Within WheelsWayward Pines Read onlineWayward PinesThe Portero Method Read onlineThe Portero MethodAll the Rage Read onlineAll the RageInfernal Read onlineInfernalThe Barrens & Others Read onlineThe Barrens & OthersThe Keep Read onlineThe KeepQuick Fixes: Tales of Repairman Jack Read onlineQuick Fixes: Tales of Repairman JackVirgin Read onlineVirginHosts Read onlineHostsDydeetown World Read onlineDydeetown WorldMidnight Mass Read onlineMidnight MassBlack Wind Read onlineBlack WindThe Christmas Thingy Read onlineThe Christmas ThingyThe Last Rakosh Read onlineThe Last RakoshThe Last Christmas: A Repairman Jack Novel Read onlineThe Last Christmas: A Repairman Jack NovelSIMS Read onlineSIMSThy Brother's Keeper Read onlineThy Brother's KeeperPanacea Read onlinePanaceaThe Touch Read onlineThe TouchScenes from the Secret History Read onlineScenes from the Secret HistoryScenes From the Secret History (The Secret History of the World) Read onlineScenes From the Secret History (The Secret History of the World)Implant Read onlineImplantThe Dark at the End Read onlineThe Dark at the EndFatal Error Read onlineFatal ErrorWardenclyffe Read onlineWardenclyffeSibs Read onlineSibsThe God Gene Read onlineThe God GeneThe Void Protocol Read onlineThe Void ProtocolArtifact Read onlineArtifactThe Compendium of Srem Read onlineThe Compendium of SremLegacies Read onlineLegaciesReprisal Read onlineReprisalJack: Secret Vengeance Read onlineJack: Secret VengeanceAftershock & Others: 19 Oddities Read onlineAftershock & Others: 19 OdditiesBy the Sword Read onlineBy the SwordInterlude at Duane's (Thriller: Stories to Keep You Up All Night) Read onlineInterlude at Duane's (Thriller: Stories to Keep You Up All Night)Fatal Error rj-13 Read onlineFatal Error rj-13Crisscross rj-8 Read onlineCrisscross rj-8Codename: Chandler: Fix (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read onlineCodename: Chandler: Fix (Kindle Worlds Novella)Dydeetown World lf-4 Read onlineDydeetown World lf-4Signalz Read onlineSignalzCodename_Chandler_Fix Read onlineCodename_Chandler_FixThe Dark at the End (Repairman Jack) Read onlineThe Dark at the End (Repairman Jack)The Complete Adversary Cycle: The Keep, the Tomb, the Touch, Reborn, Reprisal, Nightworld (Adversary Cycle/Repairman Jack) Read onlineThe Complete Adversary Cycle: The Keep, the Tomb, the Touch, Reborn, Reprisal, Nightworld (Adversary Cycle/Repairman Jack)Repairman Jack 03 - Conspiracies Read onlineRepairman Jack 03 - ConspiraciesGround Zero rj-13 Read onlineGround Zero rj-13Repairman Jack 02 - Legacies Read onlineRepairman Jack 02 - LegaciesThe Dark at the End rj-15 Read onlineThe Dark at the End rj-15Repairman Jack [02]-Legacies Read onlineRepairman Jack [02]-LegaciesDouble Threat Read onlineDouble ThreatThe Tery lf-5 Read onlineThe Tery lf-5The God Gene: A Novel Read onlineThe God Gene: A NovelWayward Pines: The Widow Lindley (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read onlineWayward Pines: The Widow Lindley (Kindle Worlds Novella)Reborn ac-4 Read onlineReborn ac-4Reprisal ac-5 Read onlineReprisal ac-5New Title 1 Read onlineNew Title 1Healer lf-3 Read onlineHealer lf-3An Enemy of the State lf-1 Read onlineAn Enemy of the State lf-1Interlude at Duane's Read onlineInterlude at Duane'sBy the Sword rj-12 Read onlineBy the Sword rj-12Hardbingers rj-10 Read onlineHardbingers rj-10Wheels Within Wheels lf-2 Read onlineWheels Within Wheels lf-2Jack: Secret Circles Read onlineJack: Secret CirclesNightworld ac-6 Read onlineNightworld ac-6Quick Fixes - tales of Repairman Jack Read onlineQuick Fixes - tales of Repairman JackSecret Circles yrj-2 Read onlineSecret Circles yrj-2Jack: Secret Histories Read onlineJack: Secret HistoriesHaunted Air rj-6 Read onlineHaunted Air rj-6An Enemy of the State - a novel of the LaNague Federation (The LaNague Federation Series) Read onlineAn Enemy of the State - a novel of the LaNague Federation (The LaNague Federation Series)Repairman Jack 05 - Hosts Read onlineRepairman Jack 05 - HostsCold City (Repairman Jack - the Early Years Trilogy) Read onlineCold City (Repairman Jack - the Early Years Trilogy)The Peabody-Ozymandias Traveling Circus & Oddity Emporium Read onlineThe Peabody-Ozymandias Traveling Circus & Oddity EmporiumUncommon Assassins Read onlineUncommon AssassinsAdversary Cycle 01 - The Keep Read onlineAdversary Cycle 01 - The KeepRepairman Jack 06 - The Haunted Air Read onlineRepairman Jack 06 - The Haunted AirBloodline rj-11 Read onlineBloodline rj-11Ultimate Supernatural Horror Box Set Read onlineUltimate Supernatural Horror Box SetThe Keep ac-1 Read onlineThe Keep ac-1Repairman Jack 04 - All the Rage Read onlineRepairman Jack 04 - All the RageAftershock & Others Read onlineAftershock & OthersAll the Rage rj-4 Read onlineAll the Rage rj-4Nightworld (Adversary Cycle/Repairman Jack) Read onlineNightworld (Adversary Cycle/Repairman Jack)Conspircaies rj-3 Read onlineConspircaies rj-3Hosts rj-5 Read onlineHosts rj-5Infernal rj-9 Read onlineInfernal rj-9The God Gene: A Novel (The ICE Sequence) Read onlineThe God Gene: A Novel (The ICE Sequence)Secret Histories yrj-1 Read onlineSecret Histories yrj-1