CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Chaz:
New Orleans used to be known for its jazz funerals, ceremonies where both sorrow and joy were packed into the soulful music of a brass band. A march would lead to the cemetery, with family and friends trailing behind. Hymns wailed from clarinets and saxophones and trumpets. But somewhere along the way we got lost. We no longer celebrated or honored the dead. Apparently, while we were busy dancing the resurrection shuffle, we forgot to pay our respects to those who got left behind.
The funeral broke up, black-shrouded parents stumbling away in a huddle. I climbed back in my car, gave my guards the rest of the day off, and in a few minutes the city was flying past in a blur of buildings.
It didna€?t hit me until I was almost back to the hotel. I dona€?t know why I hadna€?t seen it sooner. If Russ got back to the hotel before me, there was a good chance he would try to cover his tracks. The only real proof anybody had about Ellena€?s death and disappearance was hidden deep inside Angelique.
He was going to try and neutralize her.
Ita€?s a process we dona€?t perform very often, but every high-level exec at Fresh Start has the authority to take down a rogue Stringer. Ever since that bizarre series of events a couple years ago where a damaged Stringer got hold of a laser rifle and murdered a restaurant full of people. Then it had spread like a virus through all the Newbies who had used the same regeneration pod.
It took six other Babysitters and me almost a month to track down all the infected jumpers. We were able to save about four of them, and we managed to download them into their next life. But the jumpers that had committed capital crimes had to be neutralized.
I couldna€?t sleep for a week afterward.
I had to stop Russ before he did something stupid. That was when I suddenly realized that I didna€?t have to worry about whose side to be on.
Angelique was the one I really cared about.
I switched on my Verse and tried to call Pete. The ring echoed in my ear, tin and distant, a lonesome, desperate sound.
But he didna€?t answer.
I thought about calling Russ, but I hesitated, unsure.
Just then I rounded a corner and I could see the hotel. Russa€?s car was already out front. I dona€?t know why, but I glanced up toward my suite, the one I shared with Angelique. I saw something flutter in the wind out of the corner of my eye, something black, ominous.
It was a body. Plummeting to the ground.