September 30, 2031, 11:45 AM.
Don turned to Tap. “Should he be awake this soon?”
Tap had his gun pointed at Loman. “No. Of course, body size might reduce the effectiveness of the tranquilizer.”
“Screw you!” Loman said in a sharp shrill woman’s voice. “You shot Sherm, not me!”
Don asked. “Who is shooting at us?”
“It is Anita Gromex. We were lovers at Netrosonics until I didn’t need her anymore. She stalks people. She had daddy problems too.”
Tap held his gun steady. “So why doesn’t she shoot daddy instead of us?”
Loman laughed a wicked laugh. “Because you are here and he is not! I’ve been waiting for her to show up. She still works for Antzen, and he needs money.”
The phone in the kitchen rang. Don and Tap glanced at each other. Tap shouted. “Answer it Don, I’m busy!” The phone rang again. “Just because I am Indian does not mean I am the one who answers the phone.”
The phone rang again. By the time Don picked up the phone in the kitchen, Loman picked up an extension on the coffee table. In a deep voice he said. “This is Dr. Andrew Loman, how may I help you? No, my daughter is not in right now. I will tell her you called.” He hung up.
Don walked back into the living room and tilted his head. “So you are Dr. Andrew Loman, captain US Army?”
“Yes. How may I help you?”
Don waited for a second. “Tell me about Pluribus.”
“That is classified. You will need clearance.”
Don reached into his pocket and put the coin Jeff Redman had given him in San Jose on the coffee table. “This is my clearance.”
Loman smiled. “Okay. It is your nickel.”
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