It's in the Cards
"When are you leaving?" Þora wasn't smiling, but she was cooling off. She wasn't nearly so upset as she had been in the diner.
"Tomorrow, I think. The Embassy has some paperwork to complete to allow me to leave the country. Nothing is simple anymore."
"What about your clothes?"
"My clothes?" I had wondered where Billy kept his things.
"Yes, I'm not going to have them wasting space in my apartment."
"We could get them now, if you like."
"Yá, but we'll need to do it right away, I have to be at work at 12."
I still needed to get the 'Evidence' file out of Billy's computer. It was my only trump card. I figured that I would become expendable after the election, either win or lose. I needed some insurance.
"Þora, do you know where I could get an SD card?"
"Memory card? I've got a spare for my camera, somewhere here in my purse."
As she rummaged through her bag I thought of a way to save the file without risking blowing my cover. I went over to the other table and picked up a copy of the morning paper. Þora produced her camera and the card.
"Would you take my picture with this newspaper? On the spare card. I want to send it to my Aunt Mary in Seattle. She says I never send her anything from my trips abroad. She doesn't believe me when I tell about my trips. I've got some files on the computer to send to her too."
"Why don't you just e-mail them?"
"She doesn't believe in owning a computer. But she'll bring the card to the drugstore and make prints there." Lying was becoming easier and easier.
"Já." Þora put the card in her camera. "Smile."
I held the paper close to my face, so the date would be visible.
"Satisfied?" she said, showing me the review.
"That's great. Is there a place I can get a greeting card, and a stamp?"
"Eymundssons in Austurstraeti has cards in the basement. The post office is across the street." She said as she handed me the card.
"Let's go back to the hangover shack. It will only take a minute for me to download the files, we'll take care of my aunt Mary, I'll pickup my clothes and you can get to work on time." I hoped. I didn't have any idea where she lived.
"OK, but we'll have to hurry." Þora was still angry. I could see how Billy would have been attracted to her. Mon petit vulcan, indeed.
We left the restaurant and went back to the storeroom. I copied the evidence file, then erased it on the hard drive, using a line command to make sure it was wiped. I knew the Senator's people would be looking for it, I didn't want them to think that I was aware of the file. I took the duffel I had gotten from the embassy and the card and we left, headed towards the center of town.
Þora pointed me in the direction of Eymundssons and said "I'll get the stamp. The cards are downstairs. Make it quick." I grabbed the goofiest Icelandic card I could find, paid for it, then wrote this on the inside:
Not dead yet. Your eyes only. Wait for instructions.
The card had a double layer cover printed in gold foil. I wedged the SD card between the cover layers then addressed it to Mrs. Robinson at ADR in Seattle. She would figure it out. Back on the street, I gave Þora the envelope and she stamped and mailed it.
"Come on, let's go. I haven't got all day." she said. The she was off, walking so fast that I almost had to jog to keep up with her.
"And don't get any ideas about a repeat performance." she said.
We walked in silence along the pond in the center of
town. Swans and ducks gracefully swam in random patterns. Patches of
blue sky and moments of sunshine erased all traces of the previous
night's wretched weather. Þora's flat was was in the basement of a
stuccoed cube of a house near the south end of Tjarnargata; three
bedrooms, a shared bath and kitchen. It had the appearance of a college
dorm. Her flatmates were out.
"I've put all your
things there, on the floor of the closet." Þora said, waving at the pile
of socks, shirts and pants. No shoes. As I put the shirts and pants
in the duffel I felt for any things which Billy might have forgotten.
There was nothing, nothing but clothes. The last sock, however, held a
roll of at least thirty one-hundred dollar bills. I doubted if I could
get that past the Ambassador's goons. It would be gauche to just give it
to Þora, it would turn my 'fuck and run' into something even worse.
"Þora, I've got this money. The embassy wouldn't let me keep it if they
knew I had it. Would you hold it, hold it for my... daughter. Don't
let on it's from me. Get her a book or a dress, just once in a while.
Take her out for an ice cream, I don't know, anything you think would
make her happy."
Þora looked at me sadly and simply
said "Já." Then she turned away and said "Go now." I reached out to hold
her but she shook her head and moved away.
I took my things and left and went back to the hangover shack.
Then I crashed.