Alastiar Reynolds

Xavier was working on Storm Bird’s

hull when the two peculiar visitors arrived at the repair shop. He checked on the monkeys, satisfying himself that they could be trusted to get on with things by themselves for a few minutes. He wondered who Antoinette had pissed off now. Like her father, she was pretty good at not pissing off the right people. That was how Jim Bax had stayed in business.‘Mr Gregor Consodine?’ asked a man, standing up from a seat in the waiting area.
‘I’m not Gregor Consodine.’
‘I’m sorry. I thought this was…’
‘It is. I’m just minding things while he’s off in Vancouver for a couple of days. Xavier Liu.’ He beamed helpfully. ‘How may I be of assistance?’
‘We are looking for Antoinette Bax,’ the man said.
‘Are you?’
‘It’s a matter of some urgency. I gather that’s her ship parked in your service well.’
The back of Xavier’s neck bristled. ‘And you’d be… ?’
‘I am called Mr Clock.’
Mr Clock’s face was an exercise in anatomy. Xavier could see the bones beneath the skin. Mr Clock looked like a man very close to death, and yet he moved with the light step of a ballet dancer or mime artiste.
But it was the other one that really bothered him. Xavier’s first careless glance at the visitors had revealed two men, one tall and thin like a storybook undertaker, the other short and wide, built like a professional wrestler. The more squat man had his head down and was thumbing through a brochure on the coffee table. Between his feet was a featureless black box the size of a toolkit.
Xavier looked at his own hands.
‘My colleague is Mr Pink.’
Mr Pink looked up. Xavier did his best to conceal a moment of surprise. The other man was a pig, not a baseline human at all. He had a smooth rounded brow beneath which little dark eyes studied Xavier. His nose was small and upturned. Xavier had seen humans with stranger faces, but that was not the point. Mr Pink never had been human.
‘Hello,’ the pig said, and then turned his attention back to his reading matter.
‘You haven’t answered my question,’ Clock said.
‘Your question?’
‘Concerning the ship. It does belong to Antoinette Bax, doesn’t it?’
‘I was just told to do some hull work on it. That’s all I know.’
Clock smiled and nodded. He stepped back to the office door and closed it. Mr Pink turned over a page and chuckled at something in the brochure. ‘That’s not quite the truth, is it, Mr Liu?’
‘I’m sorry?’
‘Have a seat, Mr Liu.’ Clock gestured at one of the chairs. ‘Please, take the weight off your feet. We need to have a little talk, you and me.’
‘I really need to get back to my monkeys.’
‘I’m sure they won’t get up to any mischief in your absence. Now.’ Clock gestured again and the pig looked up and fixed his gaze on Xavier. Xavier sunk down into the seat, weighing his options. ‘Concerning Miss Bax. Traffic records, freely available traffic records, indicate that her vessel is the one currently parked in the service bay, the one you are working on. You are aware of this, aren’t you?’
I might be.‘
‘Please, Mr Liu, there’s really no point in being evasive. The data we have amassed points to a very close working relationship between yourself and Miss Bax. You are perfectly aware that Storm Bird belongs to her. As a matter of fact, you know Storm Bird very well indeed, isn’t that true?’‘What is this about?’
‘We’d like to have a little word with Miss Bax herself, if that isn’t too much trouble.’
‘I can’t help you there.’
Clock raised one fine, barely present eyebrow. ‘No?’
‘If you want to speak to her, you’ll have to find her yourselves.’
‘Very well. I hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but…’ Clock looked at the pig. The pig put down the brochure and stood up. He had the bulky presence of a gorilla. When he walked it seemed as if he was engaged in a balancing act that was always on the point of collapsing. The pig pushed past him, carrying the black box.
‘Where’s he going?’ Xavier asked.
‘To her ship. He’s very good mechanically, Mr Liu. Very good at fixing things, but also, it must be said, very good at breaking things as well.’