fixed like bayonets to assault my skepticism and so real that I almost turned around to see if they were closing in from behind, too. But I knew I was safe because faith is a psychosomatic disease, infecting volunteers only. The SUV did not appear after five minutes, so I left.
11
I recognized the perfume when I entered my hotel suite. Daisy bounced up from the couch before the door was closed.
âThere you are. Howâd you do? Certainly spent enough time. I ordered a movie on your TV. Hope you donât mind paying for it.â
âHappy to.â
âDonât worry, itâs not porn.â
âThatâs a big relief,â I said, and I walked past her to check the bedroom for other uninvited guests. It was empty.
The dress and the heels were gone, replaced with shorts, tank top, and sandals. The wig was gone. Her hair was dirty blond, short. The jewelry was not replaced. All that remained of Daisy was the personality and the implants.
âSo, did she invite you to meet her father? I bet she did. I bet youâre in.â She flopped down on the couch and kicked off her sandals. âYou didnât even leave anything on the door to see if anyone came in when you were gone. Yâknow, something like a hair or a matchstick. The maid let me in.â
There was a knock on the door. Daisy hopped up. âI ordered room service, too. I didnât know when you would get here and Iâm starving.â She moved past me toward the door, but I grabbed her arm and held it while I looked through the peephole.
âYou open it,â I said.
âI like a strong grip in a man. Lets me know he means it.â She opened the door and the waiter carried in a tray. âHeâll sign,â she said. And I did. The waiter left. Daisy started picking at the salad. âThe food at the club is so bad. Those people have all that money and donât even know whatâs good.â
âYouâre very charming, Daisy, but Iâm tired now. Not in the mood for company. Maybe we can schedule something on another day. Take the salad with you.â
I was about to open the door for her exit when she said, âMajor Hensel sent me. To help you. And I did help you.â
âI donât know a Major Hensel,â I said.
âWant me to call him?â
âDo you have a phone?â
ââCourse, I do. Let me grab my purse.â
âWait there. Iâll get it.â I grabbed her purse and brought it to her. âThere, now you can call anyone you want, as soon as you leave.â
I opened the door and guided her out.
I was picking at the salad when my phone rang. Major Hensel said, âDaisy works for SHADE.â
I told him about my progress. He listened, then he asked if there was anything else I wanted. There was, but I said no.
âOkay, then, sheâs in the stairwell. You still have her sandals. Make use of her if you can.â
âIâll try to think of something.â
Daisy was peeking out from the stairwell. âCan I wash my feet in your tub?â she asked. âThat stairwell is dirty. And donât eat that salad. Iâm hungry.â
While Daisy washed her feet, she told me what she had gleaned about the King and Maya. It was not much. Most of it came from Marleneâs husband and two other oilmen Daisy had chatted up. The King was courting investors who were offering gifts, cash gifts, graciously accepted by the King, but the bids were kept low because of the political uncertainty. The sense was that the bribes were more important than the bid. The King was cash hungry. Marleneâs husband, Gerry, was licking his chops because his offer was structured to give the King a big chunk of the gross revenue, and most of the rest for Gerryâs company, very little to the people of Kurdistan.
I let her talk, asking as few questions as I could because I was not ready to reveal my plans to her. Daisy did not require
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