The Afterdark woke up when Nell touched his arm. He snapped to an alert state. She said, "I've been thinking."
Derek could not help himself from saying, "Shocking, Nell."
She didn't pay attention to his snide comment--he could see she was excited about something. The girl went on, "I bet we could find out where Seer lives and get him there now that we know who he is."
This seemed like the most absurdly obvious idea, something Derek would have made Plan A without even having to think about it. He said, "No shit."
"I bet we could sent a fan letter to him by sending a letter to the news station and they could forward it to his house. I could put a tracking chip in the envelope."
"No one uses mail anymore," Derek said. "And do you really think that news anchors get fanmail? Even if they do, I bet they just toss it into the trash."
The girl shook her head. "You're forgetting that Seer is an arrogant asshole who would rather hire mercenaries to kidnap me than pay me to do a relatively simple job."
"Ah," Derek considered. He didn't think that was the whole story, but Nell made a point. But he was still sleepy. He was going to tell her his final opinion when he saw that The Fixer had fallen back to sleep against him. He didn't push her away, but rather touched her hair and played with it. It was the orange-brown of copper with a shine of grease. Nell smelled like grime and blood, a familiar and comforting scent. He said in a low voice, "I was going to tell you that you weren't half as stupid as you seemed, but then you started snoozing next to me, The Afterdark, and I remembered that your judgment skills are severely lacking."
He stroked her soft head with his fingertips.
Derek could not help himself from saying, "Shocking, Nell."
She didn't pay attention to his snide comment--he could see she was excited about something. The girl went on, "I bet we could find out where Seer lives and get him there now that we know who he is."
This seemed like the most absurdly obvious idea, something Derek would have made Plan A without even having to think about it. He said, "No shit."
"I bet we could sent a fan letter to him by sending a letter to the news station and they could forward it to his house. I could put a tracking chip in the envelope."
"No one uses mail anymore," Derek said. "And do you really think that news anchors get fanmail? Even if they do, I bet they just toss it into the trash."
The girl shook her head. "You're forgetting that Seer is an arrogant asshole who would rather hire mercenaries to kidnap me than pay me to do a relatively simple job."
"Ah," Derek considered. He didn't think that was the whole story, but Nell made a point. But he was still sleepy. He was going to tell her his final opinion when he saw that The Fixer had fallen back to sleep against him. He didn't push her away, but rather touched her hair and played with it. It was the orange-brown of copper with a shine of grease. Nell smelled like grime and blood, a familiar and comforting scent. He said in a low voice, "I was going to tell you that you weren't half as stupid as you seemed, but then you started snoozing next to me, The Afterdark, and I remembered that your judgment skills are severely lacking."
He stroked her soft head with his fingertips.
