2034-03-09 1031EST Selina meets Sutton
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"The hell you say," Selena said, her mellow voice dripping sarcastic disbelief. "My Deke wadn't no big black bald bodybuilder." She looked him over again, her precious panic forgotten. "You look fine," she said, "but you ain't Deke."
"I don't really have time to tell you the details right now, Salt," he said, using her old code name. "The last two weeks have been insane. I found Grace with Jenny's help, got caught up in the bad blood between Boeing and Genetek, and kinda had to fake my own death."
"Bull shit," was drawn out so much it was almost lyrical.
"How can I prove it quickly?"
She looked at him for three full breaths. "Shut your eyes and don't move."
Sutton sighed and complied.
He wasn't prepared for her hand in his pants.
"Woah woah woah!" Despite his promise to stay still he jumped a bit and grabbed her wrist. "What the hell?"
"I've seen a lot of crazy shit since you retired," she said. "People changing their faces and shapes and so on. I ain't seen any man change his reaction to a lady working his junkyard." Sutton gradually released his grip. She massaged her wrist for a moment. "You have a lot of storytellin' to do, Padre. You're bang on strong and fast." She gestured at herself. "I take care of this thing, but whatever you got going on is beyond."
"Later," he said. His head was full of memories of the short, intense affair they had just before he retired. It had started with the same move, but with impending retirement and a lot of drinking I'd had ended quite differently. "Just keep this a secret, OK? Gracie's life depends on this."
"Alright, Mr. Hill. I can do that."