you give us the info on both of them?” Steven asked.
“We’ll take it from there.”
Elliott pressed a few more keys, then jumped up from his
chair and walked to a refrigerator sitting along one wall. Steven thought he
was going to get a drink, but he pulled a couple of papers from a printer that
was sitting next to the fridge and returned.
“Sorry, I only print them,” Elliott said, handing the sheets
to Steven. “I know it’s so 2000, but any cloud email account can be accessed by
admins at the big companies as well as the government, and I don’t trust any of
them.”
Steven looked at the pages. They were inelegant record dumps,
but they contained the information he was looking for – names, addresses, phone
numbers, and a little history on each person.
“Thanks,” Steven said. He handed the pages to Eliza, and she
began scanning them.
“Anything else?” Elliott asked, checking his phone. “I gotta
make a Battlefield 4 session in like five minutes.”
“No, that’s it,” Steven said.
“Thank god,” Roy said under his breath.
They walked back to the hallway and out Elliott’s front door.
He followed them.
“Thanks again,” Steven said. “I’ll be in touch about the info
we agreed to.”
“Good,” Elliott said, shutting the door. Then he opened it
again, quickly. “Don’t ditch me on that, dude. Seriously.”
“I won’t,” Steven said. They turned and walked back to the
elevator.
“Well, that was productive,” Eliza said.
“Sometimes you have to do distasteful things to get what you
need,” Roy said.
“That was distasteful?” Eliza asked as they entered the
elevator.
“Oh, all that computer mumbo jumbo,” Roy said. “These kids
live in their own fantasy world. I’ll bet he’s never even seen a ghost, in real
life. Or a girl.”
“He did seem like your typical obnoxious Seattle hipster,”
Steven said.
“I thought he was cute!” Eliza said. “You’re both a couple of
old fuddy-duddies.”
“As uncool as you can get,” Roy said, watching the floor
numbers change.
Chapter Eight
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Eliza said from the back seat
of the car, “but I’d rather try Port Townsend before Montana since it’s a lot
closer. If we don’t get what we want from him, we can road trip it and talk to
the other guy.”
“Makes sense to me,” Roy said. “Wanna go now?”
“Sure,” Eliza said. “Steven?”
“Yeah, might as well,” Steven replied, and he turned off 15 th onto Western, headed for the ferry terminal.
As they crossed Elliott Bay on the ferry, they left their car
and walked up to the higher decks, stepping outside for a moment but finding
the wind too cold. Roy queued up for some coffee, and the others joined him.
Soon they were sitting in one of the many booths that lined the side of the
ferry, watching the water speed past under them.
“What’s that over there?” Eliza asked, pointing at an
outcropping of condos and businesses behind a small sandy beach.
“Alki,” Roy said. “West Seattle. Used to be houses, not long
ago. Now it’s all big condo buildings.”
“Not long ago?” Steven said. “You mean forty years ago.”
“That long?” Roy asked. “Well, it’s too built up for me now.”
“Looks delightful,” Eliza said. “Do they have restaurants
along there? With a view?”
“Sure,” Steven said.
“Let’s eat over there, before I leave this time,” Eliza said
enthusiastically. “What do you say, Roy?”
“What’s wrong with Geraldine’s?” Roy asked. “That’s where I
normally eat.”
“It won’t kill you to eat somewhere else once in a while,”
Steven said.
“I’m used to the food at Geraldine’s,” Roy said. “I know the
menu.”
“Won’t it be exciting to try a new menu!” Eliza said, trying
to raise Roy’s enthusiasm.
“Humpf,” Roy said, and rose from the table. “I’ll be back.”
He walked off in the direction of the bathrooms.
“He’s grumpy,” Eliza
“We’ll take it from there.”
Elliott pressed a few more keys, then jumped up from his
chair and walked to a refrigerator sitting along one wall. Steven thought he
was going to get a drink, but he pulled a couple of papers from a printer that
was sitting next to the fridge and returned.
“Sorry, I only print them,” Elliott said, handing the sheets
to Steven. “I know it’s so 2000, but any cloud email account can be accessed by
admins at the big companies as well as the government, and I don’t trust any of
them.”
Steven looked at the pages. They were inelegant record dumps,
but they contained the information he was looking for – names, addresses, phone
numbers, and a little history on each person.
“Thanks,” Steven said. He handed the pages to Eliza, and she
began scanning them.
“Anything else?” Elliott asked, checking his phone. “I gotta
make a Battlefield 4 session in like five minutes.”
“No, that’s it,” Steven said.
“Thank god,” Roy said under his breath.
They walked back to the hallway and out Elliott’s front door.
He followed them.
“Thanks again,” Steven said. “I’ll be in touch about the info
we agreed to.”
“Good,” Elliott said, shutting the door. Then he opened it
again, quickly. “Don’t ditch me on that, dude. Seriously.”
“I won’t,” Steven said. They turned and walked back to the
elevator.
“Well, that was productive,” Eliza said.
“Sometimes you have to do distasteful things to get what you
need,” Roy said.
“That was distasteful?” Eliza asked as they entered the
elevator.
“Oh, all that computer mumbo jumbo,” Roy said. “These kids
live in their own fantasy world. I’ll bet he’s never even seen a ghost, in real
life. Or a girl.”
“He did seem like your typical obnoxious Seattle hipster,”
Steven said.
“I thought he was cute!” Eliza said. “You’re both a couple of
old fuddy-duddies.”
“As uncool as you can get,” Roy said, watching the floor
numbers change.
Chapter Eight
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Eliza said from the back seat
of the car, “but I’d rather try Port Townsend before Montana since it’s a lot
closer. If we don’t get what we want from him, we can road trip it and talk to
the other guy.”
“Makes sense to me,” Roy said. “Wanna go now?”
“Sure,” Eliza said. “Steven?”
“Yeah, might as well,” Steven replied, and he turned off 15 th onto Western, headed for the ferry terminal.
As they crossed Elliott Bay on the ferry, they left their car
and walked up to the higher decks, stepping outside for a moment but finding
the wind too cold. Roy queued up for some coffee, and the others joined him.
Soon they were sitting in one of the many booths that lined the side of the
ferry, watching the water speed past under them.
“What’s that over there?” Eliza asked, pointing at an
outcropping of condos and businesses behind a small sandy beach.
“Alki,” Roy said. “West Seattle. Used to be houses, not long
ago. Now it’s all big condo buildings.”
“Not long ago?” Steven said. “You mean forty years ago.”
“That long?” Roy asked. “Well, it’s too built up for me now.”
“Looks delightful,” Eliza said. “Do they have restaurants
along there? With a view?”
“Sure,” Steven said.
“Let’s eat over there, before I leave this time,” Eliza said
enthusiastically. “What do you say, Roy?”
“What’s wrong with Geraldine’s?” Roy asked. “That’s where I
normally eat.”
“It won’t kill you to eat somewhere else once in a while,”
Steven said.
“I’m used to the food at Geraldine’s,” Roy said. “I know the
menu.”
“Won’t it be exciting to try a new menu!” Eliza said, trying
to raise Roy’s enthusiasm.
“Humpf,” Roy said, and rose from the table. “I’ll be back.”
He walked off in the direction of the bathrooms.
“He’s grumpy,” Eliza
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