Half Life (Russell's Attic Book 2)
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I wasn’t sure whether I was more furious at Rio for trying to protect me or more terrified of what would happen if he stopped.
“I heard Los Angeles had some excitement,” said Rio, his eyes briefly going to my broken arm.
I sighed and allowed the change of subject. “Yeah. We were right in the middle of it.”
He raised one eyebrow. “We?”
“Oh,” I said. “You remember Arthur and Checker, right?”
“I remember.” His tone was entirely neutral.
“They’re not bad people,” I protested.
“I don’t doubt it.”
“And they’re good in a pinch. Smart. You know, competent. I mean, not on your level, but…”
Rio tilted his head fractionally, studying me. “It seems you’ve made some friends.”
I wasn’t sure why, but I felt my face heating. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“No, it’s…good,” said Rio, as if the words didn’t quite fit together right in his mouth. “So I’m told.”
I swallowed. “Yeah. It is good.”
“You seem well.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I am.”
He gave a sharp nod as if to say, Well, that’s all right then, and stood, reaching into his coat to pull out a few bills in American currency, which he tossed on the table next to his untouched food.
“Wait,” I said.
He waited.
I struggled, but the words wouldn’t come. Literally. “Help me out here,” I groused.
I wasn’t sure if I expected him to get it, but he did. “You want to ask me about Pithica.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.” Dawna’s mental prohibition made my tongue woolen in my mouth.
“Stop fighting it, Cas. This is the better way.”
The old resentment against him flared. “Says you.”
“Please. Leave it.”
Please. Rio never said “please.”
“There’s another shoe,” I said finally.
Rio did the one-eyebrow thing. “Pardon?”
“The saying, about another shoe dropping. Pithica isn’t done with us. There’s going to be another shoe.”
“Perhaps,” said Rio. “If so, we shall deal with it.”
“You mean you’ll deal with it.”
He inclined his head to the side, as if to say, Well, yes.
“You’re not helping me by leaving me in the dark.”
“If not, that is between God and me,” said Rio calmly.
“I don’t get a say?”
Rio’s stare was penetrating. “No.”
I felt a chill, even through the warmth of the Southern California day. It was so easy to forget, sometimes: Rio didn’t care about me personally, and never would, not in any way beyond the abstract requirements of his religion.
The reminder was uncomfortable in a way it never had been before. I didn’t know why it should be. I had known Rio for years, and he’d never pretended to be my friend.
“Be well, Cas,” said Rio, and strode away, his coat flaring behind him.
I slumped in my seat and stared at our uneaten pastries. A drink would have been nice, but was out of the question because of the client meetings. I had a few hours to kill, a suddenly-deflated mood, and nothing to do.
I thought about going back to my flat and reading some papers on natural language processing. But instead I ended up at Arthur’s office, a nicely-stenciled door in a less-than-nice part of town. I knocked, wondering if he was even there.
The door opened, spilling out laughter.
“Russell!” said Arthur, delight lighting his features. “Come on in.”
I came in. Checker was there too, grinning, and Pilar was perched in one of the office chairs, her feet tucked up to sit cross-legged. They all looked relaxed. Happy.
“Heard you helped a certain father skip out on his legal responsibilities this morning,” said Arthur, but he sounded more amused than disapproving.
“You don’t mind?” I said.
He shrugged. “Exceptions for dads.”
Exceptions for kids. I hitched myself up one-handed to sit on his desk. “Think we’ll ever hear from them again?”
“Not if Warren’s got the least iota of common sense,” said Checker. “Best if they stay far, far outside the United States.”
“Is Funaki going to keep making more robots, do you think?” asked Pilar. “They could still sell them in Japan or something, right?”
“Eh, even if they do, I suspect ‘proceed with caution’ will be a mantra,” answered Checker. “They didn’t expect the bad press here to extend to the level of supervillainy, after all. I’m guessing they don’t want to pick up that mantle, even an ocean away.”
Pilar wrinkled her nose. “Robots that look like people. Can you even believe it?”
“Damn near ridiculous,” agreed Arthur.
“Welcome to the future,” said Checker. “Early last century it sounded ridiculous to talk about human beings walking on the moon. And before that it sounded ridiculous to talk about flying to the other side of the world in big metal machines. And before that—”
“Yeah, I can print out an assault rifle on a 3D printer these days,” I said. “How’s that for living in the future? Of course, it’s usually easier just to steal one.”
Checker put a hand to his eyes. “You are not normal.”
Pilar laughed.
After coffee with Rio, the banter was somehow both comforting and jarring. I found myself wanting to say something meaningful, but I had no idea what. I cleared my throat. “Hey. Arthur. Eighty-eight days and counting.”
He grinned at me like a proud father, and a warm feeling spread through my chest as I lounged on Arthur’s desk and listened to Checker and Pilar argue over whether they should get a 3D printer for the office.
Maybe another shoe was coming. But right now things were pretty okay.
THE END
Cas Russell will return in
ROOT OF UNITY
(coming 2015)
And if you’re wondering what Rio was up to during this book, check out the short story RIO ADOPTS A PUPPY – available January 2015
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The Russell’s Attic Series
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Thank You For Reading
Fiction by SL Huang
Acknowledgments
About the Author