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"Tell me about it." He smiled ruefully. "How are things with you and Brian?"

"Over."

"Really?"

"Officially. Finally."

"And that book you're working on?"

"It's the research that's slow, not the writing." She hadn't written a word, never would write a word.

"But it's why you decided to stay."

In the New World, he meant. She nodded.

"And what happens when you're done? You go back to the States?"

"Possibly."

"It's fu

"Is that why you're here?"

"In part, I guess," he said. "Sure."

Their meals arrived, and they ate and talked about nothing in particular for a while. The sky darkened, the city glittered, the waiter came back to clear the table. Turk ordered coffee. Lise summoned her courage and said, "Will you look at a photograph for me? Before they dim the lights."

"Sure. What kind of photograph?"

"A picture of someone who might have chartered a flight with you. This would have been a few months ago."

"You've been looking at my passenger manifests?"

"No! I mean, not me… you file manifests with the PG, right?"

"What's this about, Lise?"

"There's a lot I can't explain right now. Will you look at the picture first?"

He was frowning. "Show me."

Lise took her bag into her lap and withdrew the envelope. "But you said you had a favor to ask, too—"

"You first."

She passed the envelope across the linen tablecloth. He pulled out the picture. His expression didn't change. Finally he said, "I assume there's a story goes with this?"

"It was taken by a security camera at the docks late last year. The image has been enlarged and enhanced."

"You have access to security camera downloads, too?"

"No, but—"

"So you got these from someone else. One of your friends at the consulate. Brian, or one of his buddies."

"I can't go into that."

"Can you at least tell me why you're curious about—" He gestured at the image. "An old lady?"

"You know I've been trying to interview people who were co

"Any particular reason? I mean, why this woman?"

"Well… I can't go into that."

"The conclusion I'm drawing here is that all roads lead back to Brian. What's his interest in this woman?"

"Brian works for the Department of Genomic Security. I don't."

"But someone there is doing you favors."

"Turk, I—"

"No, never mind. Don't ask, don't tell, right? Obviously, somebody knows I flew with this person. Which means somebody besides yourself would like to find her."

"That's a reasonable inference. But I'm not asking you on behalf of anyone else. What you choose to say or not say to anyone at the consulate is your own business. What you say to me stays with me."

He looked at her as if he were evaluating this statement. But, Lise thought, why should he trust her? What had she ever done to instill trust in him, besides sleep with him during the course of one exceptional weekend?

"Yeah," he said finally, "I flew with her."

"Okay… can you tell me anything about her? Where she is, what she talked about?"

He sat back in his chair. True to his prediction, the lights in the restaurant began to dim. A couple of waiters rolled back the glass wall that separated the indoor dining room from the patio. The sky was starry and deep, slightly washed out by the lights of the Port but still crisper than any sky Lise had known back in California. Had the meteor shower begun? She saw what looked like a few bright flashes across the meridian.

Turk hadn't spared it a glance. "I'll have to think about this."

"I'm not asking you to violate any confidences. Just—"

"I know what you're asking. And it's probably not unreasonable. But I'd like to think it over, if that's okay with you."

"All right." She couldn't push it any farther. "But you mentioned a quid pro quo?"

"Just something I'm curious about—I thought you might have picked up a word or two from one of those sources you don't like to discuss. Arundji got a memo this morning from the air regs department of the Provisional Government. I filed a flight plan for the far west, and all else being equal I probably would have been in the air by the time you drove up this afternoon. But they disallowed the flight. So I called around to find out what's happening. Seems like nobody's being allowed to fly into the Rub al-Khali."

"How come?"

"They won't say"

"This flight ban, is it temporary?"

"Also a question I can't get an answer to."

"Who imposed it? Under what authorization?"

"Nobody at the PG will own up to anything. I've been shuffled between a dozen departments and so has every other pilot who's affected by this. I'm not saying there's anything sinister about it, but it's kinda surprising. Why turn the western half of the continent into a no-fly zone? There are still regular flights to and from the oil allotments, and past that there's nothing but rocks and sand. Hikers and wilderness types go there—that's who had my charter. I don't understand it."

Lise desperately wished she had a factoid or two to barter with, but this was the first she'd heard of the flight ban. It was true she had contacts at the U.S. Consulate, her ex-husband chief among them. But the Americans were only advisory members of the Provisional Government. And Brian wasn't even a diplomat, just a DGS functionary.

"All I can do is ask," she said.

"Appreciate it if you would. So. Business attended to? At least for now?"

"For now," she said reluctantly.

"Then what do you say we take our coffee out on the patio while we can still find a table?"

Three months ago she had hired Turk to fly her across the Mohindar Range to a pipeline outpost called Kubelick's Grave. Strictly a business arrangement. She had been trying to track down an old colleague of her father's, a man named Dvali, but she never reached Kubelick's Grave: a squall had forced the plane down in one of the high mountain passes. Turk had landed his aircraft on a nameless lake while clouds like ca

They had exchanged stories and warmed each other when the wind turned cold. At the time it had seemed to Lise that she would be happy to wrap Turk Findley around herself like a blanket and shut out the rest of the world forever. And if you had asked her whether she was on the verge of something more meaningful than an unexpected tryst, she might have said yes, maybe.