Greenlaw Tewkes Barret gets a burr in his bonnet. Auren Han gets another ulcer.
Dance gets…well, he’s getting something.
The viola… it’s great. It’s fabulous, Auren. I wish it were mine. “I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.”
“Hold…hold up. You said you were going to see it got sent to Dance, through Pen and his circus people. Barret… I… I don’t want you in this.”
“You worry too much. No one knows what I look like. I’m just this obscure dude, kind of an overgrown band geek– “
“Barret…you know. You know you’re too well known in Dance’s circles. And in mine. Your name is all over my life, and my fingerprints are all over you.”
**chuckles** “You were kind of rough last night.”
“We’re…we’re entwined at the data level. It’s my fault. It’s…it’s why…”
“It’s why you left me. I know. Look, I’m just going off for a visit, okay? I haven’t seen Harriet in three years. I’ll stay with her. She’s not famous. She’s just a person. I’ll send word through Pen. He’s got sense.”
Pen has maggots in his brain, Barret. He has levels you can’t comprehend, don’t make the mistake of trusting him.
“It’ll be all right. Besides, your forensic geek is chasing Turner, now. He’ll find that bastard. He will.
He always gets his man, sort of like an OCD Mountie.”
Auren, I’ll be all right.”
Damn it, Barret, this isn’t playtime. This isn’t some sonata you’re practicing.
“The bad guys used to carry their guns in violin cases. Unlike good guys, right? They usually just carry violins.”