suggest closer contact between Russell and myself in the future. But not yet. The backlogâs too big. You sure thereâs no purpose in my having a different look at the respiratory experiments?â
âNone,â said Newton, positively. âThatâs a principle I work from here, Dick. We donât waste time with failed ideas. It doesnât work, we scrap it, move on.â
âIâll remember that,â said Parnell. What was the point of all this?
âMaybe we should have lunch together again soon.â
âGood idea now that you can raise your head from the microscope. I look forward to it.â
Another reference, isolated Newton. âWeâll do it real soon.â There very definitely had to be another early-morning trip to New York â arranged from a public kiosk, he reminded himself. Every phone on the research floor was being security monitored.
From the way the Toyota was parked, Parnell saw the damage when he was still some yards away, despite the twilight. The damage began at the passenger door but was worse on the nearside wing, the dents deep enough to have broken a lot of paint. He looked for a culpritâs note under the windscreen wipers. There wasnât one.
âShit,â he said. He yanked at the nearside wheel, which felt secure enough. He drove slowly through the near-empty car park, satisfying himself there was no wheel damage before he reached the highway.
In the apartment, he made the single evening drink he allowed himself, a strong gin and tonic, briefly undecided but finally ringing Rebecca.
âYou coming to the house?â she asked at once.
âJust wanted to talk.â
âWhat about?â
âSome bastard drove into my car, in the car park.â
âDid they leave a note?â
âNo such luck.â
âHow bad?â
âPassenger door and wing. The damage kind of goes around to the front, which is slightly buckled.â
âYou told security?â
âNot yet.â
âYou should,â she insisted.
âI will,â emptily promised Parnell.
âDonât put it off.â
âI wonât.â
âIâm looking forward to the weekend.â
âSo am I.â
âYou really mean that?â she asked.
âI really mean it.â
âI love you.â
âI love you too,â said Parnell, once again wishing he didnât have so much difficulty saying the words.
Ten
R ebecca insisted it was her decision how they spent the weekend, although it was limited to Sunday. She arrived early at Washington Circle and told Parnell to dress in jeans and a work shirt. She refused coffee, which sheâd already delayed herself by making in Bethesda. As usual she refused to start the engine until he fastened his seat belt.
âNow Iâm strapped in, tell me where weâre going.â
âOut into the great big country that youâve never seen,â said Rebecca.
âWhat if I donât like it?â
âToo bad. Youâre being kidnapped.â
She drove him, in fact, to Chesapeake Bay to eat the in-season, bite-sized soft-shelled crabs with a pitcher of beer. Despite the jeans and work shirt, Parnell got glued and dirty from the shakers of glutinous salt and herb flavourings and couldnât properly clean himself up, even in the washroom.
Rebecca said: âYou think any clean-living, respectable girl would get into bed with someone looking like you do?â
âNo,â said Parnell. âBut the food would be worth the abstinence. And youâve got grunge all around your face, too. Iâll try to develop a treatment for it.â
âIâve beaten you!â Rebecca declared, triumphantly.
âIâm getting accustomed to it,â acknowledged Parnell, in weak protest. âBeaten me to what, exactly?â
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