Shaun and I checked clean and the outer doors slid open, allowing us to exit while the automated voice of the hotel chirped pleasantries to an empty antechamber. It was cold and bright outside; a perfect Wisconsin day. There was only one car idling in the passenger pickup lane.
?Think that?s us?? asked Shaun.
?That, or there?s a pro-wrestling convention in town,? I said. We started toward it.
When the senator sends a car, he doesn?t screw around. Our intended transport was a solid-looking black SUV. The windows were tinted, and I would have placed bets on their being bulletproof. Possessing a personal fortune has its perks. Shaun nudged me and whistled, pointing to the inset gunner?s windows on the back windshield.
?Even Mom doesn?t have those,? he murmured.
?I?m sure she?ll be jealous,? I said.
Steve was standing by the rear passenger door, holding it open for us?as much, I?m sure, as a reminder that we weren?t allowed to ride up front as a gesture of civility. His eyebrows rose when he saw my contacts. To his credit, he didn?t comment on them; he just held the door open a little wider. ?Shaun. Georgia.?
?I see you drew the short straw this morning,? I said, hoisting myself into the SUV and scooting over to make room for Shaun. Rick was already inside. I offered him a small wave, which he dolefully returned.
?The senator prefers this meeting be conducted in a more secure location and thought you might appreciate the chance to take a break from driving.? Steve glanced toward the parking garage and tapped his earpiece. I frowned. They thought our van had been bugged? It was possible?without Buffy running a full diagnostic on our systems, there was no way to tell?but it seemed a little paranoid.
I stopped that line of thought. Rebecca Ryman was murdered by someone who was willing to use live-state Kellis-Amberlee in an uncontrolled situation to achieve their goals, whatever they happened to be. There was no such thing as paranoia anymore.
?Looking good, Steve-o,? said Shaun, slapping the security agent a high five as he slid into the car.
?One day you?re going to call me that, and I?m going to punch your head clean off,? said Steve, and slammed the door. Shaun laughed. The sound of Steve?s footsteps moved around the car, where the driver?s-side door opened and closed again. A sheet of one-way glass separated the front seat from the passenger compartment. He could see us, but we couldn?t see him. How encouraging.
?He probably means that, you know,? said Rick.
?As long as I get it on film, I?ll be happy,? said Shaun. Folding his hands behind his head, he stretched out on the seat and propped his feet in my lap. ?This is awesome. We?re being driven to a clandestine meeting with a man who wants to be president. Anybody else feel like James Bond right now??
?Too female,? I said.
?Too aware of the fact that I?m not immortal,? said Rick.
?You realize you?re both wimps, right?? scolded Shaun.
?Yes, but we?re wimps with a life expectancy, and I have to respect that,? I replied.
?I?ll trade my life expectancy for a cup of coffee and a nice dark room,? said Rick.
I craned my head to look at him. He was rubbing his eyes. He looked groggy, and I wasn?t entirely sure he?d changed his shirt. ?Didn?t sleep well??
?Cat kept me up all night,? he said. Dropping his hands from his face, he did a classic double-take, eyes going wide. ?Georgia? What?s wrong with your eyes??
?Contacts,? I said. ?They irritate the shit out of my eyes, but at least this way, I can?t have some hopped-up asshole with a megaphone take my sunglasses away.?
He tilted his head, studying me. ?That really upset you, didn?t it??
?What, you mean the part where the nice guys with the big guns demonstrated over a live feed that I can be incapacitated by taking my glasses away? That didn?t bother me a bit.? I shoved Shaun?s feet off my lap. ?Sit up. This isn?t a cruise.?
?Behold the bitchiness of George when she hasn?t had her beauty sleep,? said Shaun, pushing himself upright. Twisting around to face Rick, he said, ?So, Ricky-boy, you seen your ratings? Because I have some ideas to spice things up. Let?s start with nudity?? And he was off and running, offering a plethora of insane suggestions as my overwhelmed fellow Newsie looked on in dismay.